A/N-Usually I write completely senseless, funny stuff. But this idea would just not get out of my head until I wrote it down and put it online. What if James had known Peter would betray him? But I can't write something without any comedy in it, so I put one funny sentence in a part where I was almost crying. And I'm the author! So I just needed to lighten the mood a little. Hope it doesn't ruin the story! Enjoy! And REVIEW! (Flames welcome! I like fire! Hehehehehahahaha!!) Okay time to get serious.

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A shrill, high-pitched laugh pierced the air, and Voldemort burst through the door.

**Flashback**

I was in the Divination room, taking my exam. That year, the exam was fire gazing. I was okay at divination, nothing special, but that day I saw shapes in the fire sooner than usual. First, it was me talking to Peter, and then we did some kind of complicated spell where something was hidden inside him. We looked older, and Lily was there too. There was also a baby, but I didn't know who's he was. He looked like mine, because he had messy black hair like I do. There was a change in scene. We were in a living room, and an evil looking…thing exploded into the room. He killed me, then Lily. He apparently tried to kill the baby too, but he somehow ended up dying. As I was explaining all of this to the Professor, Morgan Odinnorn, I got the feeling that Peter had betrayed Lily and me somehow, that he was the reason the thing killed us. I told this feeling to Professor Odinnorn, and she said that I got an A+ on the exam. Then she gave me her opinion of what I saw. I thought it was ridiculous and far-fetched. She said that perhaps the thing was just a mutated evil person that was after us, and Peter was supposed to keep our location a secret. She told me about a spell that she had heard of called the Fidelius Charm. It was supposed to keep a secret inside a living person, and no one would know the secret unless the person told it. She suggested that maybe Peter, the apparent secret-keeper, was a spy for the thing, and had told him where we were. As I got up to leave, I told her that I just wouldn't make Peter the secret keeper. As I stepped down out of the trap door, she muttered, "If only it were that simple, James."

**End Flashback**

If only, if only. Isn't it funny how we so often only remember important things after it's too late? We had already made Peter the secret keeper, the biggest mistake of our lives. And the last. I looked at Lily. My last words to her were "I'm sorry." She looked so confused, I wish more than anything that I had the time to explain to her why. I wish I had time to watch Harry grow up and see him off to his first year at school. I wish I could be there to give him advice about girls. I wish I had gone skydiving. I wish Lily and I could grow old together, and meet our daughter-in-law. I wish we could spoil our grandkids. I wish, I wish, I wish. So many regrets. That's not how life should end. Life should end when all the loose ends are tied up, when everything I wanted to do was done, when my son was old enough to speak, to make money, to take care of himself. My anger at Voldemort for taking not just my life, but my wife's life, and all his other victim's lives, away from them before they were ready, was so intense I had never felt anything like it before. I knew that I didn't stand a chance against him, but I didn't want to just wait for something I wasn't ready for. I attacked him. Not with my wand, because that wouldn't have done any good. Many have tried and failed with wands. But Voldemort had a frail body. Maybe, just maybe… I heard him say the words. I see the green light. I never even got to him. Why did I remember now? Goodbye Lily. Goodbye Harry. If only I had remembered, just a week ago.

It's too late. It's too late.