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Who: Lily, Remus, James, Sirius, Neville, and friends. Teenagers welcome!
What: Teenagers coping with the aftermath of the event their own way.
Where: 1485 Kramden Rd
When: 8th September
Warnings: Feel free to join in if friend, acquaintance, or neighbor. And please tag each other, too!

It's not above the residents of 1485 Kramden Rd to trick their parents into going out for the night. The drones might find themselves locked out by virtue of Lily's wards, redirecting them towards the porch upon each attempt. The "daughter" would not normally abuse her magic to treat her fake parents in that manner, but the most recent happenings have left the children of the house drained and dispirited.

The living room boasts an appropriate amount of comfort food and some illegally obtained alcohol. The town may collapse on them tomorrow, but for tonight, they're going to wash the bitter aftertaste of this particular reality.

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The nervous, uncertain gesture is not lost on Lily, and her eyes soften somewhat. "I'm terribly sorry. I must have scared you... It's just that you're not what I expected Vernon Dursley's nephew to be. You don't look like him at all, that's all."

"I'm his nephew. Not his son." And he went a little green around the edges thinking about Dudley, still eying the door and ready to leave a moment's notice.

"You must be from my future, then..." Lily utters quietly, something knotting in her stomach at the thought, "In my time, Vernon and Petunia are still engaged."

"Engaged? What about Dudley?" Who was this woman really? And why hadn't he met her before?

"Petunia refuses to let me know when she's getting married," And after all this time, even worlds away, it still hurts. It shows in the sudden sadness that mars Lily's features. "Time works differently here. People might be younger or older than you remember them. You've probably not been born yet in my time."

That sounds mean enough to be his aunt. But not born yet? He doesn't like that idea.

"Maybe I should just go find Sirius on my own..."

"...Harry?" she calls softly, not moving to stop him yet.

"Y-Yeah...?" He's almost at the door now but he's still polite enough to turn back at his name.

"You have eyes like mine, have you noticed?" she doesn't mean it in an accusatory tone, but to lighten the mood somewhat. She offers a tentative, encouraging smile.

He had noticed. They were so green how could he not? So he nodded, not moving from the door.

"I just thought that was nice. Maybe somewhere down the line I will meet you when I'm back in my world."

"M-Maybe..." He really wasn't sure and all the conflicting emotions inside him were stopping him from realising the truth about who this woman before him really was.

"I think I annoyed you with too many questions, yeah? You're free to watch the telly while Black gets himself here. It's too dangerous to go back by yourself at this hour." She suggests, getting off her own stool.

But Harry did go home. He scuttled out of the kitchen and back through the small town to the safety of what was his new bedroom, forgetting about the sweets in his pockets until he'd gotten into bed.

But now he was home, or as home as he could be in this little town, his brain would compile and understand and he would soon realise who she was.

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