Pop

James Potter found himself lying on the ground. The ground was soft, and the surounding was bright. But he remembered that he was in his house's hallway, on Hallowe'en night, 1981. But then he was somewhere else.

He stood up, straighten his clothes, and just to found out his glasses were held tightly in his palm. Without the glasses, the image of where he was standing was quite blury. He put on his glasses and finally managed to see the suroundings.

He was inside his very own bedroom, but it seemed a little bit different: brighter and cleaner. He looked out the window and saw the sun was shining. He then saw a gigantic billboard, which wrote:

"Welcome to the Wizarding Afterlife"

He froze for a few seconds. Then he realized: He was dead.

"Shit. I'm... dead! I'm actually dead. It was so fast and painless... I died... But why?"

James tried to recall the moment before his death. He remembered seeing a snake-like face, pale and montrous. He remembered shouting out loud to his wife to protect his baby son from the wizard - no, he's no human, he's a monster. He remembered the monster bursted into his house, and he was wandless. The monster was cackling madly, the blood red eyes staring at him. The monster held his wand up, and there came a jet of green light hit squarely on James' chest...

He swore loudly, thinking about his wife and his one-year-old son strugling with You-know-who. He didn't want them to get here with him, too. He wanted them to live, to have the happy life they should have. He screamed internally, getting furious with himself. He cursed the stupid prophecy, cursed Voldemort, and cursed himself for being such a useless husband and father.

But his thought was interupted by the sound of a Pop.

James crossed his fingers, whishing it's not his wife or son, or he's going to regret until his life ends... Wait... His life had already ended. He slightly grinned with the thought, but the other negative thoughts flowed back into his mind.

James turned around, just to see a young woman with flaming red hair slowly standing up from the floor in confusion.

"Lily?", asked James, his voice trembling.

"James?", the woman questioned surprisingly.

"No... This can not happening... Please no... Please say this is not real... Please say you are not dead...", James muttered hopelessly, his lips barely opened. He couldn't believe Lily Potter is dead. He couldn't believe his wife is dead. It seemed that he could break down any momment.

Lily walked towards James and hugged him tightly, her last tears were still tripping on her graceful face.

"We can only hope for the best, James... I tried... but...", sobbed Lily painfully. James ran his fingers through her red locks, trying to calm her down.

"It's not your fault that we're here. It's not anyone's fault. You tried your best, I know that, you always did.", wispered James into Lily's ears. He kissed her forehead lightly before she stopped sobbing.

Ding!

The couple broke off from the hug and looked towards the source of the sound. A screen lit up and on it, there was Harry Potter, crying in his crib.

And there stood the Dark Lord, aiming his wand at Harry.

"You-know-who? That You-know-bitch is not going to send my son here!", Lily went mad, and James had to stop her before she smashed the screen into pieces.

"This is the connection to the living world, you can not break it, Lil! We can watch everything we want to watch from here...", James touched the screen, but still piercing his eyes onto Voldemort's hideous face. He was sweating madly, because he knew what would come next. The Dark Lord was going to kill his son.

"No! NO!", bellowed Lily, and she started crying again. She screamed in horror, begging and holding James as tight as she could. No one wants to see their only son to die.

James was speechless. He froze and he broke down from all the presures. He felt hopeless, but he knew there was nothing he could do.

They both closed their eyes, Lily still sobbing, James still speechless, and -

"Avada Kedavra."

James' ears were buzzing, the sounds he heard seemed unclear after Voldemort cried out the Killing curse. He still could hear Lily sobbing, and himself easing her.

James' vision was also blured. Even when the glasses were still on his face, his eyes seemed to stop working. He found himself grasping Lily more tightly than ever after he saw the green jet of light fired out from Voldemort's wand...

And then there came a scream.

His eyes focused again, and his ears stopped buzzing.

And he saw Voldemort vanishing. He saw the wall in Harry's room broke down. He saw the lightnig scar on Harry's forehead.

"Lily. Lily.", James shook Lily's shoulders. She opened her eyes, which was all red from all the crying.

"J... James? Harry is arrived, isn't it?", Lily said weakly in tears.

"He won't."

Lily turned around and looked at the screen.

And she saw Harry's scar, too.