Lilith Potter, Extra #1 (Two years after the war)

Ever wondered what could've happened if you changed something in your past? I've been thinking about my life a lot.

I'm happy, don't misunderstand my words. I just believe my life, and my brother's, could've been better if our parents were alive.

Harry and I walk side by side, our hands tangled in a mess of flowers and fingers. The flowers we bought for our parents' grave are being gripped with a lot of strength, as this is the first time we are going to visit them together after last year's events.

Early this year, Draco and I finished our seventh year alongside Hermione, Ron, Harry and a few others who were brave enough to go back to a destroyer Hogwarts. McGonagall was nominated Headmaster and everyone tried to help as much as they could.

I thought we would never succeed but they all proved me wrong: in a few months, we managed to completely renovate our beloved school.

Soon after finishing our seventh gear, Harry and I were called to London to test our habilites. We finally started doing what we have always dreamed of since we discovered the Wizarding World: being Autors. And that's what we are training to be.

They gave us a two week break so we can celebrate Christmas with our loved ones.

Our lives have changed a lot since Voldemort died. For once, our scars have left us alone, no more pain and undesired visions. As for me, I still have my habilites, I can still change my appearance and live under a disguise for days is a row.

Yeah, life is good.

I stuck by my friends' side, helping with Pansy's funeral as I could, but we all know I blame myself. I will always blame myself for every soul that had to leave this Earth earlier than they should because of me.

If Voldemort had managed to kill us that day when we were babies, none of this would've happened. At least they would be alive.

Shaking my head to distract myself from the unpleasant thoughts, I take Harry's hand in mine once again and we silently open the small gate that separates the cemetery from the streets.

I look back. The road leading towards the cemetery is very lonely without any signs of human life. There are some houses here and there but no one in sight. It's almost midnight by the time we reached here. We preferred to walk. It made this moment special, just the two of us, no magic involved. It is an old cemetery, frequently used by the locals. It somehow has an air of nostalgia about it. It is particularly cold tonight since it is winter and nights in this place in winter can be quite cold.

Then, out of a sudden, we are stopped by an old man who introduces himself as the security guard. How he got here so fast without us noticing him is incredible. He has a calm aura around him. Even if he has magic in him, he's good. He asks us the reason for coming here at such an unearthly hour.

"We are here to pay our parents a visit."

The man doesn't bother us any further. Just sits by the entrance like he has been there all along and whistles.

We slowly make our way inside the graveyard. It seems like a normal cemetery. There is a cemented path in the center with graves lying on either sides of the road. There is eerie silence looming in the air, except for the occasional howling of the stray dogs who roam freely in the area around the cemetery. There is a bench at a short distance away.

Harry, still a little taken aback by the idea of visiting our parents, wants to sit there and spend a couple of minutes just enjoying the silence.

"Go ahead. You can go first." He says and sits with the flowers by his side on the bench.

Suddenly I feel weak and find it very difficult to breathe as if someone is trying to squeeze the life out of me.

Just a few more steps. You're almost there.

The loud voice inside my head screams as I gulp and wipe away the tears that started to fall from my wet eyes. I sniff. This is finally happening.

I dropped to my knees as the grave with my parents' names appear like magic in front of me. As my gaze turns to the dark stone where James and Lily Potter are buried in, I let the tears flow.

"Hi mom, dad." I whisper and caress the engraved stone. "I-I miss you so much."

How is it possible, you might ask. How can you miss two people who were not there with you, two people you don't know? I do. I really do. They're my parents, my blood, the only family I had besides Harry.

And now Harry and I are the only ones left in this world.

An idea passes my mind. I could end this right now and join them wherever they are. Call it Heaven. Call it Hell. That would be fantastic. Being there with my parents, be able to embrace them one more time and tell them all about my adventures.

But then I look back at the bench where Harry sits, his hands rubbing his tired face. I can't do this to him. He has lost too many loved ones already, he doesn't deserve this.

"I don't know where to start.l" I giggle softly. "I have never done this so it's all new to me. But I have so many things I want to tell you..."

I suppress the sobs that want to erupt from my chest. Now is not the time for that.

"There was a war some time ago... And we won. But I died. Or at least I think I did. No one can explain what happened. It must have been a shame to every Death Eater." I stop talking as I grasp my left arm. "And- I'm one of them. Not by choice, but this mark will forever follow me and remind me of my mistakes. But it will also remind me of the times I had to be strong to protect the ones I love. Looking back at it, I would do it all again. I wouldn't change a thing. Because all that has happened made me who I am now, and I couldn't be more proud of who I am."

I sigh.

"I love you both, so much." I close my eyes, suddenly feeling something grab my shoulder.

But when I turn back, Harry is still on the bench and there's no one behind me. Weird.

With great difficulty, after crying like a baby, I regain my composure and then it dawns on me that Harry still needs to 'talk' to our parents. I call out to him but there was no response. I slowly make my way towards the bench where Harry was sitting on a short while ago.

He doesn't raise his head as I place my arms around him and hug his trembling body to my chest.

"Shh, you're going to be fine." I whisper in his ear. "We are going to be fine."

I repeat the same words over and over again until he stops shaking and his eyes meet mine. He nods and kisses me forehead, ready to take my place next to the graves.

"I'm ready." He says and stands.

I take his seat on the bench. We agreed to take the flowers together to the graves, so after having some alone time with them, we are going there together.

Harry takes his time talking to them. He is the one that can explain the war to them. I was dead for the most part of the fantastic event. Ah, sarcasm.

When he's done, he comes back to the bench and I take the flowers in my hand. We walk side by side to the grave and I smile.

What we had to say the them has already been said. I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth provided by Harry's arms. I smile.

This moment will forever be engraved in my mind.

Not wanting to bother my parents' grave any longer, I grab Harry's arm as we both lay the flowers on top of their grave.

I take my wand out and wave it in the air, muttering a spell I've been learning for this occasion. It took me a while to perfect this but it was worth it.

I smile as Harry fights the tears. Their graves once read 'James and Lily Potter, beloved parents, friends and children. Will forever me in our minds'. Now, after my spell, this is now our safe heaven. I know it. It was too bland and simple for the kind of people my parents were.

They were warriors. They were fighters. And they died fighting, protecting their kids.

Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed, and very dear.

The Potters will one day be reunited in Heaven, where they'll be a family. Once and for all. Together.

I grab Harry's shoulders and he wraps his arms around my waist as we cry together. Never have we ever been so close.

I know for a fact we are not alone out here in the cemetery. Somehow, and I really want to believe that, our parents are standing side by side next to us, their hands clasped together as they watch their two kids mourn their dead bodies.

And they're smiling down at us, watching us and taking care of us every single day. Because that's what they do. They take care of their children. 

Because they love us dearly.

We take a step back to admire the beauty of the moment. Taking slow steps towards the small gate, the man is nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was a wizard indeed. Maybe he wasn't. That's now what matters right now.

Before we walk away from their resting place, I look back and smile. Call it an hallucination, call if madness, whatever you want.

But I swear to everything I know that I can see Lily and James Potter smiling at us, sitting on the same bench Harry and I have been on before.

I smile back and wave. They wave back. I feel the tears behind my eyes and Harry looks back. He gasps.

"Do you see that too?" Harry asks slowly.

"Yeah..."

Our parents smile and start fading away. I don't want them to go but they have to. It's the way the universe works.

"Merry Christmas." Harry and I whisper at them.

And surprisingly, an answer, a soft answer, reaches our ears. Both our parents smile before completely fading away.

"Merry Christmas. We love you."

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I AM BACK PEOPLE! I wanted to talk to you and ask for your honest opinion: what if I start writing a new Harry Potter fanfic? This time, you can choose the 'love interest'. Just comment in front of the character you want.

Draco Malfoy?

Harry Potter?

Fred Weasley?

George Weasley?

Sirius Black?? (God, Hogwarts time of course)

Remus Lupin?? (Back in his glory days)

Neville Longbottom?

Scorpius Malfoy?

James Potter?

Albus Potter?

Other options you'd like me to consider?

Thanks for your help (if you see this, because you probably won't xD) and I'll see you soon! If this is extra #1 there are probably more coming, right?

WHO KNOWS? I do.

Bye!!
@@Rita@@