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On the evening of October 31st 1995 nobody noticed the slight shimmer that ran through most of Great Britain. Not the students of Hogwarts who were celebrating with their annual feast, not the two red headed parents who were having their own celebration, and not the man who was currently in hiding at his old house in London. Nobody noticed that the course of history had just changed forever.

A man with jet-black, messy hair was laying on the floor of a cottage, unmoving. That is, he was breathing, but it was though his limbs would not move due to a lack of exercise. The man stayed there for a long time, blinking and breathing, memories coming back to him. The house was quiet, until it wasn't.

"LILY, HARRY, LILY, LILY," he shouted, remembering. Voldemort, the killing curse, telling his wife to take their baby and run. Then a burst of green light, and a thud. Why wasn't he dead? Where were his wife and son, he remembered trying to hold Voldemort off, but surly he would have gotten upstairs. Would they have gotten away, were they dead?

Upstairs, a woman with fiery-orange hair was slowly waking up too. Thoughts were running through her head, the failed portkey, blocking the door, telling Voldemort to kill her, green light. Was she dead? Surely not, because she was still breathing. A thud was ringing in her mind, she had heard the sound her husband had made when he hit the ground, heard the curse being muttered, heard him die. She held back her tears, she had looked over to the crib, and noticed it empty. Harry was gone, she had failed him. She let her tears fall, until she heard shouts eco through the house.

"LILY, HARRY, LILY, LILY," the voice shouted.

Lily's heart stopped, it couldn't be James. She tried not to let herself hope, "James?" she tried to call. Her voice cracked, and she couldn't muster any more volume.

He heard her voice though, and it gave him the strength to make it up the stairs. He fell to the floor beside her when he saw her. "Lily, Lily, Lily?"

She looked up in shock, "James?"

He wrapped his arms tightly around her, "What happened? Are you okay? Where's Harry?"

She just sobbed into his chest, so he held her tightly until she could talk. "I thought you were dead. I-I-I heard him kill you."

James looked at his wife with the utmost adoration, "Lils, everything's fine. I thought I was dead too, I don't know what happened. Do you remember?

Lily nodded into his chest, "I-I tried to use the portkey, but it was deactivated."

"Peter," James hissed.

Lily nodded, "So I blocked the door with the furniture, and shielded Harry. I-I knew that it wouldn't hold him off though. When he broke through, I-I asked him to kill me instead. I tried to do the sacrifice ritual."

"No, Lils."

"What wound you have done?"

James looked at her, but then nodded. "What happened next?" He asked, in a small voice, afraid to know the answer."

"He killed me," she said, "At least I thought he did. But, But don't you see, it doesn't matter. Harry's gone, the ritual didn't work." She started crying again.

James murmured loving words into her ear until she had stopped crying. "We need to figure out what to do next, I don't have a wand. Do you?"

She shook her head no. James looked lost in thought for a minute, but then he had an idea. "What about calling Anna, it'll be nice to have her help again."

Lily smiled brightly at him, "That's perfect, I really did miss her, and she'll be able to help us with magic in the meantime."

"Anna," James said in a slightly louder voice.

CRACK. An elf appeared in front of them, but she had a shocked look on her face.

Lily and James looked at their elf too, they were also shocked. She was wearing the pillowcase of a Hogwarts elf.

"Master James?" asked the incredulous elf. "Mistress Lily?"

They both nodded and Lily leaned down to hug the elf, but stopped when the elf shied away from her. "Remember that I told you to call us Lily and James, Anna?"

"Anna is remembering Miss. Lily. You's was telling Anna that being a Mistress in the muggle world is not a good thing." The elf started to cry, and Lily looked at her husband worriedly.

He looked just as concerned. "Anna? What is it?"

The elf stopped crying, "Anna is fine masters. Anna is just wondering if it is really her masters?"

"Of course it is Anna, surly you must be able to recognize my magic. You've know me since I was born."

"Anna can sir, but Anna is wondering if masters could show her some proof please. It would make Anna feel much better, you's is still looking the same."

"Proof?" James asked curiously.

Lily shot him a look, "Of course we will Anna," Lily was still hurt that Anna wouldn't come near her. She could of course order the elf too, but Lily would never do that. "What would you like us to do? We can't find our wands."

Anna nodded, and both Lily and James got the distinct impression that she knew exactly why they couldn't find their wands."

Anna looked up at James, "Could Master James please turn into Prongs?"

James looked surprised, but slapped the back of his head for forgetting. "Of course, Anna." He took a deep breath, and shifted into his stag form. It required a lot more effort without his wand, but he was able to manage it. When he shifted back, Anna was crying again, she looked as though she was going into a bit of a shock.

Anna looked at Lily, "Anna is convinced Lily, but she is still wondering if Miss. Lily could please prove herself too."

Lily thought for a second, "How would you like me to do that Anna?"

Anna just looked at her, but didn't say anything. Lily thought about the last few seconds, and realized what the elf wanted as proof. She looked directly at the elf, and said, "Vixen."

Anna's eyes widened. "Lily it really is you. Anna had hoped and hoped but it really is you. After all this time, and James, Anna can't believe that she is seeing you's again."

She ran into Lily's waiting arms, and hugged her old master. "Remember that that is a secret Anna, nobody else knows about it." The elf nodded in understanding and then hugged James.

James laughed at the crying elf, "It's good to see you too Anna, it's only been what, six days?"

The elf stiffened in James' arms, "Anna, what is it? And why are your wearing a Hogwarts uniform?"

The small elf was quiet; she was trying to figure out what to say. Lily looked from the frozen elf to her husband. She spoke in a small voice, almost as if she didn't want her suspicions confirmed. "It's been a lot longer that six days, hasn't it Anna."

The elf looked up at her master and nodded sadly. James looked at his wife, and then back at their elf. "How long? Weeks? Months?" he asked her.

Anna's voice was soft, "Today is October 31st…1995."

Lily gasped, and James wrapped her up in his arms. "Fourteen years," he said.

Lily was crying, "Anna, what about Harry? What happened?"

Anna didn't answer, so Lily assumed the worst. James looked ashen. "Anna is think that she is not the best person to be telling you's this," She said, "Anna is thinking there is someone better."

James nodded, "Where should we go?"

"Anna is thinking that Professor Dumbledore may be able to help explain things to you's. Anna will take you's to Hogwarts."

James nodded, so Anna grabbed her Masters hands, and with a CRACK the three of them disaperated.

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