Life Stories
Pairing: Lily/James
Disclaimer: Property of J.K. Rowling.
Summary: (He huddles up close and whisper to them too.) In war, everyone has a story to tell.
Diagon Alley is almost always empty now. Everyone stays inside, tucked away from the horrors of the outside world. It's as if they are safe, untouchable behind the walls of their homes. They think those walls will keep the evil out.
It doesn't. James knows it too well.
He's seen too many ruined houses, charred remains and dead bodies piled up haphazardly amid the rubble, glowing green beneath the mark that hangs in the sky. He knows no one is safe. Not any more. And as much as they try to deny it, pretend that it's just not the truth, everyone knows it. He's seen them, the few stragglers that dare to see the deceptively blue sky, huddle together, whispering quietly, frantically. He does it too- with his friends, with Lily. He huddles up close and whispers to them too.
And they tell their life stories to everyone, to friends hidden in their homes, to acquaintances that court death just by coming to work, to strangers they just happen to meet on the side of the road, because someone has to know, someone has to remember. Someone has to remember them, or the way it once was, when they are gone.
Because in war, everyone dies, one way or another.