It had been a rough afternoon for Lily. First, she had been assaulted by luggage, then she had met Percy Weasley before being convinced that her son was an adult and she had missed his entire life. She wasn't ordinarily a crier, but Lily had spent a great deal of time sobbing after finally shutting her journal. How could she not? She was younger than her baby boy, separated from her husband, and utterly confused by what was going on.
Exhausted, she made her way back to her new "home" in hope of getting cleaned up and resting though she was weary of putting her guard down enough to sleep.
With a heavy heart, Lily fished out her key and pushed her way into the bungalow for the second time that day. She let out a gasp as she stepped right in front of a strange man.