Ginny turned to Harry, confused. "Your parents? That's not possible!"
Harry bent down to pick up his wand, not taking his eyes off of his parents. He didn't reply to his wife. James still shuddered, thinking of little Ginny and Harry married. They were grown up now.
"Harry," Lily whispered. She lifted her hand like she wanted to reach out and touch her son's face, but made no move towards him. After a moment, she dropped her arm.
"Lily? James?" The couple turned their heads to see Molly. Lily smiled at her weakly. Molly was eleven years older than her, but had quickly become one of her close friends once she joined the Order. Seeing Molly's face lined and aged made Lily want to burst into tears. Molly had to be about fifty by now. Why had they had to miss so much.
"H-hello, Molly," Lily stammered out. Molly rushed forward and embraced her in a tight, warm hug. When they finally broke apart she jumped at James as well.
"I can't believe it's you!" she sobbed. "After all these years!" Arthur came up behind her and grabbed her arm. He whispered something in her ear. She nodded and allowed her husband to pull her away. Lily and James were once again left face-to-face with their only son.
Ginny took a hesitant step forward. "Ginny Wea-, um, Potter." At this her face flushed a light pink.
James grinned. "Pleased to officially meet you. Last I saw you, you were only a few months old." This caused Ginny's blush to grow slightly, and she stepped back next to Harry.
"That's a good idea," Hermione spoke up nervously from behind them after a moment of awkward silence. "W-why don't we introduce them around, make sure they know who old friends are and that they meet new friends?" She elbowed Ron.
"Wha-? Oh! Yeah, th-that's a good idea!" he said quickly.
Hermione stepped forward, hand extended. "Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley. We're Harry's best friends." Lily smiled and shook her hand, her husband doing the same.
Hermione turned to Harry and nodded to him. He shuffled nervously a bit, then gestured for them to follow him. "Come on. I'll show you everyone else."
James and Lily followed their son, his wife, and his friends to the mass of people. First in line was Bill and his family. Lily took a close look at him. Last time she had seen the eldest of Molly's children, he had been ten years old, just a young boy. Looking at him now, she could barely see the child she had known. He was a grown man, tall and handsome. His red hair was long, pulled back in a ponytail. In his ear there was a fang dangling, she presumed from a dragon, by the way it looked. The thing that struck her most, however, were the terrible scars that marred his handsome face.
He smiled. "Uncle James. Aunt Lily. It's been a while." He held out his hand to James and gave Lily a small hug.
"Bill," she whispered, touching a scar on his cheek, "what happened?"
He shrugged. "Small run in with Fenrir Greyback a few years ago. No bites, but I do have a new taste for rare steaks." His grin widened. He gestured to the woman beside him. "This is Fleur, my wife, Gabrielle, her sister, and Victoire, our daughter."
"Eet ees so nice to meet you," Fleur said in a thick French accent. She was blond and beautiful. Her blue eyes were deep and kind. Gabrielle, who couldn't be more than fourteen, was a spitting image of her. Both sisters smiled sweetly. Next, Lily and James turned their eyes to Victoire. The baby couldn't be more than a few weeks old, but she was already as beautiful as her mother. She too had blond hair and bright blue eyes.
"She's beautiful," Lily said, smiling up at Bill. He grinned.
"Yeah. She was born May 2nd. Just three weeks ago. The anniversary of the day the war ended."
"So you named her victory," Lily stated, looking at the baby. Bill nodded.
Lily felt someone touch her hand. She looked up, surprised to see Harry. "Come on," he said, pulling her along.
Next was another redhead, slightly younger than Bill. He was shorter and stockier, but he shared the taste for long hair. Burns and blisters covered his arms, and when he shook James's hand, he felt how callused it was.
"Charlie?" James guessed. The man grinned and nodded.
"Yeah," he said, hugging Lily. She returned the hug, remembering, like with Bill, when he had been just a little boy. Eight. He had been eight when she last saw him.
"No wife for you?" she teased lightly, pushing away the sadness.
Charlie shook his head. "Nah. I'm married to my work. I got into working with dragons." His smile widened.
Lily laughed. "How am I not surprised?"
"Do you still play Quidditch?" James asked eagerly. He had helped Charlie learn how to play, so he was curious as far as if he had stuck with it.
"Captain and seeker back in school. Although, I've got nothing on Harry," he added, nodding to the black-haired boy, who blushed slightly.
"You play Quidditch!" James practically yelled.
Lily sighed and rolled her eyes. "Here we go," she muttered.
"Yeah," Harry mumbled. "I'm pretty good..."
"Pretty good?" Ginny asked incredulously. "Not only was he the youngest player in a century, but he is also the best. He's gotten tons of letters requesting that he join national teams!"
"Gin," Harry said, clearly embarrassed. Seeing this, Lily decided to change the subject.
"Let's move on, shall we?" she asked, grabbing her husbands arm. Harry looked grateful. She could see he wasn't crazy about attention.
After Charlie was yet another Weasley. Lily guessed that this was Percy. He was tall and thin, like Bill, but his hair was curly and cropped short. He wore horn-rimmed glasses and stood in what seemed like it was meant to be a dignified manner, though it didn't work entirely. By his side was a young woman. She had shoulder-length brown hair and a sweet smile.
"Percy," James greeted him, shaking his hand. "And...?"
"My name is Audrey Miller," she said, extending her hand. Her accent was thick and Scottish.
"Nice to meet you, Audrey," Lily said, smiling. Looking between the couple, she could see how they worked together. Percy seemed uptight and pretentious. Audrey, on the other hand, had a care-free attitude about her. They seemed to balance each other out perfectly.
Harry and Ginny quickly pulled them away. Clearly, they did not want to talk to Percy too long.
As they walked over to the next table, Lily smiled. "Audrey and Fleur seem nice."
Ginny nodded. "Yeah. Didn't like Fleur at first, but she sorta grows on you. And Audrey's the best, though why she sticks with Percy is beyond me."
When they reached the next table, yet another redhead stood up. He was short and stocky like Charlie, but his red hair was cut shorter and he lacked the burns and calluses his brother wore. He did, however, have some one physical flaw. Lily cringed slightly, seeing the large gaping hole where his ear should have been. He had a fun, mischievous air about him, but she sensed something else. Something hidden beneath the happy exterior.
"Hi," he said, grinning. "I'm George." Lily couldn't help but sigh. She recalled a few weeks before her death, watching the four-year-old twins chase each other mercilessly around her house. She hugged him, then, scanning the table, knit her eyebrows together. Where was Fred?
There was a loud throat clearing at the table. They turned to see a woman sitting there, glaring up at George. She was clearly miffed at not being introduced. George sighed. "And this here is my lovely wife, Angelina.
Angelina turned around, and Lily saw why she hadn't stood up. She was clearly pregnant, her stomach large and round. Lily looked at the woman, and immediately liked her. She had dark skin and long black hair braided to her waist. Her brown eyes were warm and friendly.
"Nice to meet you," she said brightly. Lily and James grinned.
"You as well," Lily replied. She turned to George, confused. "Where's Fred?" she asked.
George stiffened noticably, his fists clenching. A pained expression washed over his features. Angelina reached forward, gripping his hand tightly. Lily regretted bringing up the subject immediately.
"Um, Fred, well, he didn't... he didn't survive the final battle," Harry whispered quietly to his parents. Lily's hand flew to her mouth. The image of four-year-old Fred chasing his twin around the living room flashed in her mind once again. James' hand squeezed hers.
"I-I''m sorry, I-" she stammered.
"It's fine," George said, cutting her off, though his voice was thick with pain. "You didn't know."
Giving George one final hug, they turned to move on. Lily couldn't help but worry. Who else had died?
As they began to move on, Harry muttered in their ears, "George has been taking it harder than anybody. It's been a couple years, but he hasn't fully recovered. Of course, no one has, but Fred and George were practically to halves to a whole. One doesn't belong without the other."
"That must be horrible," Lily whispered.
Ginny nodded. "Angelina's helped. Ever since they got together he has been so much better. Not the same, but better. Hopefully the baby will help. They're having a boy," she informed them. They nodded.
After George they approached a young man and woman, both around Harry's age. The man was tall and slightly round. Small scars marred parts of his face. He held out a hand. "Neville Longbottom," he said.
Lily smiled. "You're Alice's son?"
Neville nodded. "Yeah."
"How is she? And Frank?" James asked.
Neville looked slightly uncomfortable. "Fine, I guess," he mumbled.
The woman beside him came to his rescue, holding out her hand. "Hannah Abbott," she said.
"Are you Jane's daughter?" Lily asked eagerly.
Hannah nodded sadly, her blonde hair falling in her face slightly. "Yes. She, um, she was killed by Death Eaters, back in my sixth year." Neville put a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"I'm so sorry," James said.
As they were walking away, Harry informed them of Frank and Alice's fate as well. Lily and James were beginning to fall apart. So many friends, lost.
Next there was a pretty girl with long, dirty blonde hair and misty silver eyes. She looked up at them dreamily. "I'm Luna Lovegood," she said. "Nice to meet you."
James bit his tongue so he wouldn't say anything. He knew about Xenophilius Lovegood. The man was weird.
Lily smiled at her. "It's very nice to meet you as well, Luna."
They also met Alicia Spinnet, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Dennis Creevy, Katie Bell, Lee Jordan, Lavender Brown, Parvati and Padma Patil, and Cho Chang. They were reintroduced to Hagrid, Kingsley, Dedalus Diggle, Emmaline Vance, Elphias Dodge, Aberforth Dumbledore, and Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and Slughorn. Finally, they reached Dudley.
Their nephew looked down at his shoes. He had blonde hair and was quite round. Lily smiled at him, having to force it slightly. "Hello, Dudley."
"Aunt Lily," he mumbled, holding out a hand. Ignoring this, Lily went right in and hugged him, much to his surprise. James then shook his hand, smiling.
Harry watched his cousin's discomfort for a moment more before pulling them away. "Come on," he said. "There's one more person I'd like you to meet."
They followed Harry to the only two people they hadn't yet talked to. Andromeda Tonks smiled warmly, hugging both Potters. "It's so good to see you again," she whispered.
Then, they turned back to Harry, who was holding the toddler from before. Remus' son.
"Mum, Dad, I'd like to introduce you to Teddy Lupin." The little boy was about two, with bright turquoise hair and big brown eyes. As he looked at Lily, his hair turned fiery red and his eyes emerald green. Her eyebrows raised.
"He adopted Dora's talent," Andromeda explained. Her voice wavered slightly.
James' eyes widened. "Dora? Your daughter? And Remus? She's thirteen years younger than him!"
Andromeda shrugged. "They were happy together though. He tried to tell her no, tried to get her to find someone younger and less... dangerous. She wouldn't hear of it." She gave a sad smile.
The pieces clicked in Lily's head. "Dora and Remus... Did they...?" she couldn't even finish the sentence. Andromeda nodded. James froze. Remus? One of his best friends. He couldn't even move to comfort his wife as she sobbed into his shoulder.
Hearing of Remus' death reminded James of someone else. Panic ran through him. "Sirius?" he asked quietly, worried. "What about Sirius?" In his head he was praying for good news. But why else wouldn't his best friend be at his godson's wedding. It couldn't be, though. It couldn't...
Harry hung his head sadly. James fell to a chair, head in his hands. Lily put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly as tears ran down her face.
Harry seemed to be mustering up the courage to say something. "Um, mum, I, uh... well, I thought you might want to know, Snape, he-"
"What about him?" Lily snapped. She wasn't sure if she wanted to hear though. As angry as she was at Severus, he had been her best friend.
"He was killed by Voldemort in the final battle," Harry said quietly. Lily wondered how he knew of her and Severus' friendship. She doubted that he had spilled it all to her son.
It didn't matter though. So many deaths, all so pointless. The world was not as they remembered. It was both better, and worse. And she wasn't sure what to make of it.