The two lay on the bank amongst the long grass, looking over the shimmering lake. His fingers brushed through the grass as he looked at her, her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight as she looked to the sky.
She's perfect.
A lazy tentacle broke the surface of the water and he smiled wider, thinking simply of her. He glanced up as she rolled over to be looking at him and smiled as she held up a daisy chain she had created. Taking it, he carefully placed it on her head, like a headress, positively grinning as she giggled, and leaned forward to kiss her once.
She is perfect.
/
They had the wedding in a small church: beautiful, much like her. She was glowing. He stood; nervously rumpling his hair to his mother's scolding looks; constantly watching the back doors through which his bride would enter.
And it was so worth it.
Her long red hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head, a few strands framing her face, and a white veil was casually discarded over her back. A long white dress flowed out behind her. He suppressed a laugh as she stopped herself from running to him, beaming herself, making her eyes sparkle.
And they were married that day. He didn't know, as he kissed his bride, what he had done to deserve this, but he was sure glad he had.
/
A family sat in the glowing living room. A beautiful red headed woman, a lean man with glasses, and a giggling child, with his father's hair, but his mother's eyes. Puffs of smoke emitted from the man's wand, causing the child to giggle profusely, and the woman to beam, holding her baby tight.
They are so happy.
Without warning, there's a sudden light from the hallway, and fear crosses both the parents' faces. He drops his wand, and rises to his feet, taking the child and helping his wife up, hurrying into the hall. With tears streaming down her face, the woman takes their child and shakes her head as he tells her to take him. To take Harry and run. Eventually, as their ruiner makes his entrance, she gives in and runs up the stairs, shouting something that he will never hear. He steels himself, blocking the staircase from the stranger's entry, but to no avail. With a green light, he is silenced, gone forever.
James Potter is no more.