Chapter 1: Blast from the past

She stood up and looked all around her to make sure he was nowhere near; she had to protect the bundle in her arms at all costs. Almost immediately, she realized something was wrong. She'd meant to Apparate to the end of the driveway so she could save them both, but it looked as if she'd been thrown off course into another neighborhood altogether. Godric's Hollow wasn't this depressing-looking. Then she looked behind her and saw the ruined remains of her home and her jaw widened in horror.

"This isn't possible," she whispered to herself.

Just a few minutes previous, she'd been lunging toward the crib of her infant son in an attempt to save him from Lord Voldemort, and now here she was standing in front of the ruins of the very house she'd just been standing in. It dawned on her in that moment that her son hadn't moved since they'd landed, and he hadn't made a sound either. She looked down at the bundle in her arms and saw the face of a small brown teddy bear staring back at her.

"Harry!" she screamed, dropping the bundle on the ground and putting her hands over her mouth.

She ran through the streets looking for signs of life, but it was after dark and everyone was already indoors for the night. Then she saw it.

The statue was more than twice her height, and looked to have been there quite some time. On it, she and James were sitting side by side in each other's arms holding onto Harry. She walked closer and read the inscription on the base:

"James and Lily Potter, murdered on 31 October 1981, holding their infant son Harry, who survived the attack."

Harry was alive. Lily kept repeating that to herself over and over as she tried to think of what to do next. Somehow – she had no idea how – she had been thrown forward in time. She had no idea how much time had passed in reality, but she needed to find out. The Order were probably holed up in headquarters somewhere planning their next move – although, she had no idea whether Voldemort was still alive or not either. The one person she knew for certain who was always home was Fabian and Gideon Prewett's sister Molly Weasley. Lily had visited her home more than once since her graduation from Hogwarts; the Prewetts were devoted uncles and had introduced several Order members to their family. Molly and Lily had become fast friends. When Molly had heard that Lily and James were expecting, she'd insisted on throwing Lily's baby shower. Her youngest son Ron was just a few months older than Harry; he had been born just a few days before she and James had gone into hiding. If anyone would be able to tell Lily what was going on, it was Molly Weasley. Lily got her bearings, took a deep breath, and Apparated to the Burrow.