A/N: Saddest One Shot I've ever written…(Ok so I've only written one so far…this is my second one…and it's my saddest)…Read and Review!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the song, nor do I own Harry Potter…
The Lips of an Angel
"Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why you calling me so late?"
-Hinder
James Potter rolled over, responding to the phone ringing persistently.
"Turn it off…" Joanne Wrinke groaned, thinking it was the alarm clock.
James took the phone off the hook and left the room.
"Hello?" he said groggily.
"…James…?" a meek voice responded from the other side of the phone.
"Yeah?" he rubbed his eyes, and looked at the clock, trying to figure out who would be calling so insanely late.
"It's me…" the voice said with a sniffle.
"Lily? Why are you calling so late? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Is she there?" Lily asked, dropping her voice to match James's volume.
"Yes."
"Oh…"
"She's sleeping in the bedroom…I'm out in the den, we're ok if we don't talk too loud…"
"…James…?"
"What's wrong Lils?"
"You…do you ever dream about me? About how we were…?" she asked quietly.
"All the time….I was just dreaming about you actually…when you woke me up…where's Tom?"
"…Gone…I…I was dreaming, and I guess I was talking in my sleep…about you…and he woke me up, and started screaming at me…He wouldn't stop yelling James…and then…then I told him that…" she stopped suddenly.
"Told him what…? … Lily?"
She sniffled, and began again, haltingly, trying to control her voice through the tears, "I told him that Harry wasn't his…and he started to hit me James…I kept telling him to stop. That he'd wake up Harry…but he wouldn't stop…he just kept hitting me…and I…I just let him…all I could think of was that I would call you after he left…and everything would be ok again…"
"Oh Lils…I'll be right there." And he hung up. Quietly he went back into the bedroom and slid open the closet.
"What time is it? Where are you going?" Joanne asked sleepily from the bed.
"Sirius called, I guess Remus is having an emergency." He lied expertly. He felt a guilty pang inside his chest. He couldn't believe he'd been lying to her all these years. He loved her, and every time he tried to forget about Lily, she'd call, and he'd feel all the love he felt for her at Hogwarts come rushing back to him. He'd drop anything that was happening with Joanne to be with Lily…and vice versa. He didn't know which one he loved more, or if he even loved either of them.
"Is he alright?" she asked, suddenly worried. After all, Remus was her friend too.
"Yeah…something about a potion…It'll be alright hon, go back to sleep."
"Don't be too long…" she said, rolling over and pulling the covers over her face.
"I won't."
"Promise?" she asked, pulling the covers from her face and making a pouty face at him.
James laughed, "I promise." And with that, he left the apartment.
Three blocks, five subway stops, a bus ride, and two more blocks later, he arrived in front of Lily's small house. He noticed skid marks on the driveway.
He tentatively knocked on the door. For some reason he was nervous now. He'd never been nervous before, but tonight he was. What would Lily look like all beaten up? He knocked again.
Lily opened up the door slowly. "JAMES!!" she cried, throwing the door open and flinging her arms around him.
He responded by holding her tightly and closing his eyes, imagining that they would never part again.
She pulled away, and turned her head, throwing her face into shadow.
"Lily. Let me see you." James demanded softly.
Lily shook her head no.
"Lils…please." He placed his hand on her cheek, and slowly turned her face back to him, "Oh God."
Lily, cast her eyes downward, "But you're here now, so it's all better…"
James tilted her head up so her eyes met his. He gave her a soft kiss, "Where's my son?" he asked with a small smile.
Lily weakly smiled back, and led him in the house. Harry was sitting in his playpen, playing with foam blocks.
"Who's my perfect son…?" he said, smiling warmly down at the toddler.
Harry looked up at James with wide eyes, recognizing him as the man who was nice to him. And, although he had no concept of it, the man who loved him.
Lily picked him up, and passed him to James. He didn't cry. After all. This man never took away his toys, or made him talk to get his food. This man was kind.
"Dadda…" Harry said.
"Oh my god, his first word!" Lily squealed.
"Yes, I'm you're Dadda! I'm you're Dadda!" James said excitedly, holding Harry's little hand in his.
They spent the next ten minutes cooing over him, and marveling that his first word, was directed at James.
"It's like he knows…" Lily said with a small smile.
James nodded. He looked away from the baby up at Lily, who was beaming. 'This is what a family is like…Should be like…' he thought to himself happily. He heard the clock strike four. 'Joanne…' he thought to himself. "I should go…" he said to Lily, picking up Harry and putting him back in his playpen, "Goodbye Kid…I love you."
"Dadda!" Harry said, holding his arms up towards James.
"Dadda has to go now." James said sadly. He went to the door.
"James," Lily said, following behind him.
He stopped and turned to look at her.
"I – I love you." She said, searching his eyes for the feelings she felt.
James searched himself. He couldn't come up with one reason why he shouldn't love her back. But he couldn't bring himself to say it, "I love your voice. I love your laugh. I love how you wake me up at nights. I love your smile. I love…" he trailed off, "I love Joanne, Lily. That's all there is to it. We have to stop seeing each other. I can't keep living this double life."
Tears began to flow down Lily's face, "What?"
"I'm sorry Lily. I love you as a friend…I wish there was more. Honestly, I do." He turned once more to Harry, who was fast asleep, "Goodbye Harry…"
"Potter. His name is Harry Potter." Lily said, quietly.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Voldemort stood in the doorway.
"…You!" James said, and he stepped in front of Lily and the baby.
"Yes. Me. Lord Voldemort. Or, should I say, Tom Marvolo Riddle. Lily never figured it out. Never realized it was me who was killing half the country. Well now she knows. She betrayed me."
"Tom…?" Lily said, her voice catching in her throat.
"I won't let you hurt her."
"Oh I'm not going to hurt her. I'm going to kill her. Out of my way boy." He swept him aside angrily.
"James!" Lily cried out, realizing what she had said too late.
"James? James Potter? The man she had an affair with? The person who she loves enough to have a baby with? James Potter?"
"Yes." James said, standing and facing him.
"Oh, this is perfect. I come here to kill Lily and the child, and I'm going to get to kill all three of you!" he said, with a laugh.
"I wont let you." James said, taking out his wand and pointing it at Voldemort's forehead.
"Too late." Was the reply, "Avada Kedavra"
Lily screamed as James crumpled to the floor. Dead.
"No!" she cried, and sobbing, she rushed to the playpen, standing between Voldemort and Harry, "I can't believe I loved you." She spat at him.
"I can't believe I loved you. Out of my way. I want to kill him first so you can watch your precious 'Harry Potter' die." He responded.
"Make me." Lily said, tears of anger streaming from her eyes.
"Don't worry." He responded, "Avada Kedavra!"
Lily fell to the floor. Tom took his hood off, and leaned down to kiss Lily, "I love you Lily Evans…"
Harry sat watching the man before him come closer and closer. This was the man he didn't like. This was the man that would never change his diapers. That would let him get hurt, and not care. This was a bad man.
"Little Harry. How I wish you would have been Harry Riddle. Perhaps I would have changed my ways…Then again, I wouldn't want you looking up to me as your father…" his voice softened, "I wouldn't be a very good father. I guess you were lucky that James was your father. But he'll never know that I love you more…He'll never know the joy I felt when she told me you were my son…He'll never know how much I wanted to love you. How much I wanted to be your dad…I wanted to be your father so badly, I ignored the signs that showed that you weren't mine…You'll always be my son…" he closed his eyes, and a tear fell, "Avada Kedavra!"
Harry stared wide eyed at the tip of the wand. The man who was standing on the other end of the wand, suddenly crumpled to the ground, and started to crawl towards the door. There was a tingly feeling in his forehead. He reached up a hand, and it came down covered in blood. He began to cry.
So began the life of Harry Potter, the boy who Lived…