AUTHOR NOTE: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic so please try and not make your reviews too mean... i will accept negative comments but i would also appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. And keep in mind I'm only 13.

Disclaimer:

Me: Hello everybody. My name is J.K Rowling meaning I OWN HARRY POTTER! *does happy dance*
Snape: *Slips veritism into water*
Me: *drinks water* Sorry I am just Codla. I do not own Harry Potter whatsoever.

This story will mainly be from Jame's POV (with occasionally Lily and any other character I may include in this story). The bold is quoted from the books. Italics is Jame's direct thoughts/dreams.

Random Quote that has nothing to do with the chapter:

Friends are like potatoes, if you eat them; they die

Chapter 1 - What Just Happened?

One moment I was standing, watching my death rush towards me, the next I was sitting at the edge of a cliff. How strange… What had happened? Ah yes. Him.

~0-0~ Flashback ~0-0~

Hearing the door burst open, I ran out into the hallway. And there He was. Tall, pale and noseless.

'Lily, take Harry and go! Its him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!' But I knew I could not. I had no wand, no weapon. But I would not beg. I would not be a coward and step down. I AM JAMES POTTER AND POTTERS ARE NOT COWARDS. I stared at the man I hated. Or was he a man? Was he even human? No matter what he was he was evil. So I stared at him right in the eye. I thought of Harry and Lily and found strength I didn't know I had. Straightening my back, I stood my ground. Avada Kedavra he cried and the last thing I saw was a flash of green light coming closer and closer towards me. I love you Lily and Harry.

~0-0~ End Of Flashback ~0-0~

Which meant… I was dead. Great.

Then I heard them. I heard the sound of a crowd talking and laughing together but I could not make out a single word. It was all a babble of noise to me. I turned around realizing this was the afterlife. Heaven. At least I'm not in hell. Minnie always would tell me that I'd go to Hell to make up for the living hell us Marauders gave her. Ah well I proved her wrong then. Behind was a group of old adults sipping tea and coffee together while have a nice old chat. To my left children were running around and around each other, content with themselves. To my right some were peering down looking over the edge of the cliff. Some were laughing while others were crying. I watched one lone man walk away from the cliff, head down looking neither left or right.

What was this fascinating thing that had captured the attention of so many people? What was so interesting about the bottom of a cliff?

Standing up, I made a mental note to go check it out later and I walked away to go talk to someone so someone could explain what was happening. Before I had even taken 2 steps there was a cry. A cry that I never wanted to hear was coming from below the edge of the cliff. Lily! Running over I peered over the edge of the cliff.

But what was there was not something you would find at the edge of an ordinary cliff. But then again, I was dead, so I suppose the dictionary definition of ordinary does not apply hear. Instead I was looking down into Harry's room. I saw Lily, arms spread out like an eagle in flight across an object. Like she was protecting it. Staring closer I realized it Harrys crib. And in it was Harry, looking scared and confused.

Standing in front of Lily, talking to her was a hooded figure more commonly known to the Wizarding world as Lord Voldemort. Or You-Know-Who. Or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. What was the point of these names? Its stupid. What if I actually DON'T know who? You can't HONESTLY expect everyone to know who you're talking about if you say You-Know-Who. And He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is sooo long! It will be quicker to just say Lord Voldemort. Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself.

But Lord Voldemort was known to have a trigger (or should I saw curse?) happy nature.

Why wasn't she dead yet? Whats happening?

I leaned closer and a voice drifted up to me and sent shivers down my back.

'This is my last warning'

'Not Harry! Please… have mercy… have mercy… Not Harry! Not Harry! Please – I'll do anything'

'Stand aside – stand aside, girl'

Why was he giving her a chance? Why?

I watched in fear as Voldemort cocked his head to the side and then Avada Kedavra. The room was filled with green light, as it rushed to the corners and sought out all the nooks and crannies. No space was saved from the monstrous green light. Lily dropped to the ground, her arms falling limp, like an eagle shot out of the sky.

'Noooooooooo! LILY! NO!' I had tears in my eyes now. No Lily can't die! No! This isn't happening! NO! HARRY NEEDS HER!

'LILY!'

'James?' A voice came from behind me.

I ran towards the sound of the voice and embraced her.

'Lily, what happened? Why didn't he kill you? How did –'

But she placed a finger on my lips.

'I want to see what happens to my son.'

'OUR son' I corrected as we walked back to the edge. We leaned over and watched as Harry started to cry. I felt Lily trembling next to me. I knew that she wanted to go and comfort him, tell him it was all a dream. I still wish it was a dream. But Harry will be joining us soon. Then we can be a family again. Hey good idea! We can be Dead-Family-Of-The-Month. I was going to mention this to Lily but I then I realized it probably wasn't the best time for jokes.

AVADA KEDAVRA Voldemort shouted and Harry died… Wait… What the hell just happened?

We both watched in shock as we saw the green light hit Harry's head and rebound on the caster. Voldemort disappeared into a pile of ash, leaving behind his wand which was untouched. Harry stopped crying and closed his eyes appearing dead to the world. Harry seemed to have defeated Voldemort…

'Lily, where's Harry? And what just happened?'

Her emerald eyes were filled with tears as she looked up at me and away from Harry's bedroom.

'Lets go look for him. He is bound to be here.' She said believing him to be dead.

I reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. We walked back to where we had appeared, hoping to see our son. Sitting there instead was an elderly man, with bright blue eyes and a few tufts of hair here and there.

But no Harry.

Lily approached the stranger 'Hello, sorry to bother you but have you see a 1 year old boy appear here?'

The elderly man studied her face for a minute and shook his head. 'Sorry but I haven't seen anyone'. He had a croaky voice, but it was loud. Much loader than you would have expected someone of his age to muster. I saw my fear reflected on Lily's face as I thanked him and pulled her away.

'Where is he? We saw him die! No one has survived the killing curse!' I half shouted.

'James…' came her timid voice. 'He may not have died. The curse rebounded off him. He may not have…' But I cut her off there.

'LILY NO ONE HAS SURVIVED THE KILLING CURSE!' I collapsed on the ground sobbing my eyes out. Where was my son?

I heard her foot steps run away, getting quieter and quieter.

Pulling myself reluctantly out of misery, I joined her and gasped at the sight when I looked down. Harry had his eyes open and was crying. And crying. And crying. And certainly not dying.

'He survived' muttered Lily.

'Yeah… our son… survived the killing curse… wow… survived.'

I glanced at her briefly. Even in death she was beautiful. Her long red hair cascaded down her back. Her pale skin was perfect in everyway possible. And her emerald eyes was like nothing you had ever seen. Apart from Harry's of course. She sensed my staring and gave me a smile. A genuine smile. Even with the tears rolling down her face, I could tell it was real. I smiled back and I wish that I could stay here forever, just staring at her, content with just her company. But a terrible howl from down below ripped us from this peace. My head jerked down and I saw Padfoot hovered over my body clutching it and howling.

'Oh Merlin Lily! Everyone is going to think that Pads betrayed us! Shit, shit, shit, shot! But it was actually Pettigrew. ARGH THAT PETTIGREW IS GOING TO COP IT! HE WAS MY FRIEND LILY! OUR FRIEND! AND HE BETRAYED US!' She was too busy thinking about everything else than to reprehend me on my language.

'Shh, calm down James. It'll be alright. I know that Sirius doesn't have a brain, but that rock of his is smart enough to realize that there's more sense going to the Ministry to clear his name rather then going after Peter.' She comforted me, while rubbing my back gently. I doubt Pads even has a rock in his head… but we can hope. We can hope.

Sirius ran into Harry's bedroom and collapsed in a fit of tears but a small voice crying 'Pafoo! Pafoo! Where Mummy, daddy? Scawy man in cwoak make gwee lighs!' distracted him. He approached the crib cautiously, hardly daring to believe his eyes.

'Harry?' he questioned uncertainly.

'How is this possible? How are you alive?' he murmured to himself, so low that Lily and I barely heard it.

A crash from the living room caused Padfoot, Lily and I all to jump. Padfoot whipped out his wand and ran out. But it was only Hagrid. What was Hagrid doing here? Glancing over at Lily, she seemed as nonplussed as I.

Padfoot, realizing who it was, lowered his wand a mere inch.

'They're dead Hagrid. I should be dead. THEY ARE DEAD! IT IS NOT POSSIBLE! I AM NEVER GETTING MY BROTHER IN EVERYTHING BUT BLOOD BACK!' And he started to cry again.

'Well thanks for the concern Black' muttered Lily coolly, but I knew she didn't mean it.

Hagrid walked over to Sirius and they both cried and comforted each other for a minute. Hagrid seemed to regain some control over himself eventually, but Pads was still white and shaking. Hagrid went upstairs and fetched Harry then stumbled down the stairs.

'Give Harry to me, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, I'll look after him'

I let out the breath I did not realize I was holding.

'It'll be fine Lils. Harry will be fine. Sirius will look after him. And Moony can help!' I stated grinning as much as I could.

'That's what I'm worried about' was the cheeky reply.

Turning back to the scene, Hagrid and Sirius seemed to be arguing. Then we heard Hagrid

'No, sorry but I have me orders from Dumbledore. Dumbledore said Harry was ter go ter his aunt an uncles.'

At this sentence Lily let loose. She cursed, and swore and threatened. I didn't even know half the words she was letting out. Wow… something has got her knickers in a knot. But I can't really blame her. Her "sister" and her good for nothing husband aren't the nicest people. Understatement of the century… whatever. But surely… they have to be nice to their nephew? I mean, it's the humane thing to do. Tuning out from Lily, I returned my focus down to earth.

'But… I have legal guardianship over Harry! I AM HIS GODFATHER!'

YEAH GO PADFOOT! Lily and I HAD stated that under no condition was he to go and live with the Dursley's. He had Padfoot, then Moony. He even had the Longbottom's to take care of him. But he was NOT to go live with the Dursley's.

'Sorry, but Dumbledore said Harry has ter go ter his aunt an uncles house'

'Well, Dumbledore knows best I suppose… Take my motorcycle. It'll be quicker and I have some unfinished business. I wont be needing it anymore.'

What? Pads? NO! FIGHT! MY SON IS NOT TO GO LIVE WITH THE DURSLEYS! And what do you mean by unfinished business… you better not be doing what I think your doing.

And with that Sirius gave one last kiss to Harry, said good bye (with a hug and a kiss) to Lily and I, and with one last glance of the house, he transformed and ran.

AN: I KNOW in the third book it says Hagrid was at the house before Sirius but whatever. My Fanfiction, My Rules.

Once more, thanks for reading and PLEASE review :D It means the world to me.