Lily Potter stood over one of the many looking glasses located in the Hall of Loved Ones. Ever since she and her husband James Potter had been killed and their daughter left behind, she had come here to watch over her and sometimes give her happy dreams everyday. Sometimes James came with her and sometimes she came alone, but she always came. Lily's eyes grew sad as she watched her, now eight year old, baby girl sit on a swing in an empty playground, clutching one of her, Lily's, old dolls.
How she wished that Sirius had been given a trial or that Remus wasn't a werewolf! It would have made all the difference in how her daughter would have b