Author's Note: A little background info since there isn't enough room in the summary for it. While this a James and Lily come back to life story, it starts off in the summer between Harry's 4th and 5th years at Hogwarts. However, it takes place in a different timeline where Harry was actually the one who took Ginny to the Yule Ball and they started going out, much to Ron's dismay. And now, on to the story.

It was a dark and stormy summer night in the village of Godric's Hollow. It was around midnight so all of the muggle inhabitants were asleep, completely unaware of what was taking place in the graveyard outside.

2 of the graves had been desecrated by the very people that they had been made for.

James Potter had just opened his eyes for the first in 13 years, the first things popping into his mind were the welfare of his wife Lily and his son Harry.

He tried to sit up only to bang his head on something hard. It was at that point that James realized that he was in a coffin.

"What the hell am I doing in a coffin?" James asked himself, right as he remembered the night Voldemort had found his family.

How am I alive? James thought to himself briefly before his primary concern became for the welfare of his wife and son. If he'd died than what had happened to them. James could only hope that Lily had managed to get Harry out of the Fidelius charm's range and apparated away.

With that thought in mind, James pushed the coffin lid open to find himself sitting his own grave.

He turned and saw another coffin next to his and when he read the tombstone, his heart sank into his stomach as he saw it read Lily Potter.

But he also saw his own name and he felt hope, since if he'd somehow been brought back to life, then maybe so had his wife.

James climbed out of his own coffin and opened the lid to his wife's and sure enough, while she was conscious, Lily Potter was definitely alive.

"Lily, wake up." James said, shaking his wife awake.

"James, what happened. I thought you were dead." Lily asked as she opened her eyes.

"Apparently we both are." James said, referring to the tombstone.

"Apparently so, but, where's Harry?" Lily asked.

"Judging by the fact that his name isn't on the tomb either, we can take some comfort in knowing he survived that night." James said.

Lily nodded and then said "But James, how long have we been dead? What if Harry's all grown up by now?"

"We need to get to Hogwarts. Dumbledore can fill in the blanks." James said.

Lily nodded as she allowed her husband to help her out of the casket and before either of them could take another step, suddenly they began to kiss passionately, seeing as they haven't been able to do so in they didn't even know how long.

When they broke apart, James said "We'll have to find a way to get to Hogwarts. We can't apparate without wands, we don't have a portkey or brooms and we don't know any places connected to the floo network."

"What about Bathilda. She doesn't live far from here and she could certainly bring us up to speed on how long we've been dead and where Harry might be. Not to mention her home should be connected to the floo network." Lily suggested.

James nodded, thinking that was their best bet to figure out what was going on and more importantly, where their son was now.