It was dark, and James' thoughts swirled as he struggled to get up. To his left was Lily, panting and holding a weak Harry to her chest. The Killing Curse had not struck them as he had feared. Lily's "sacrifice" had protected them both.

Shaking, James got up and swung his damaged leg around to examine it. Broken.

He clutched the side of the curtain and he slowly stood up, realizing if he went very slowly, he could hop over to were his wife and son where.

Lily saw him approach, her emerald eyes wide with fear. "Is he gone?" she whispered.

"Yes," James replied. "Yes, he is. Are you OK?"

Slowly, Lily nodded. She looked down and smiled at the boy swaddled in the blanket, as she remembered how close he was to death. Luckily he had escaped - and then his redhead mother gasped.

"What is it?" asked James, concerned. "Are you in a lot of pain?"

Lily waved his question away with a small shake of her head. "No, I'm alright. But, James - look..."

He looked over to where the young boy, his son, was. Crouching over the shaking Lily, he too let out a small cry. Harry's forehead was engraved with a small, lightning-shaped scar.

"How in the name of heaven..." Lily began.

"I don't know what that is," James admitted quietly. "But I know that it means something bad. We have to protect Harry at all costs. You-Know-Who will stop at nothing to kill Harry."

Lily nodded, her face as white as a sheet. "Hagrid...will he know what the scar is?"

James knit his brow in confusion. "He might. But he might not. We need to keep Harry safe until he goes to Hogwarts. He'll be protected under Dumbledore's watch."

"I know." Lily sighed. "Petunia and Vernon...they might -"

"Forget them," James answered firmly. "They won't love him. They won't give a damn..." He paused before adding, "Sirius will be able to help us. At least until we're stronger. The three of us will be able to look after Harry easily."

Lily nodded. All they could do was wait for dawn.