Lily Evans awoke to the sound of pecking on her window

DISCLAMER: I am not J.K. Rowling. If I was do you honestly think that I would be posting this on a web site for people to read for free? And if I was there is no way that Sirius and Remus would really be dead.

A/N: Ok, so this is my first ever fanfiction to have been put up here. This is kind of an experiment to see how people will react and if I should actually continue. So REVIEW please, and be honest…I promise I can take the evil mean reviews and they would be helpful! So…read on I guess!

LPOV

Lily Evans awoke to the sound of pecking on her window. Sighing, she rolled out of bed and trudged over to open it. As soon as the window swung free from its hatch a small barn owl flew in to her room, swooping around the perimeter of it once before dropping a small parcel at the feet of the red headed girl, finally perching on the desk in the corner of the blue room with its foot extended. A small leather pouch hung from the birds extended limb and Lily placed two Knuts inside of it. With one final hoot the owl swooped from the room and quickly disappeared in to the rising sun.

Lily bent down and picked up the parcel from the ground and plopped back down on her white bed spread, sitting with her legs crossed. She gasped as the picture covering most of the front page came in to view. The green sparkling skull with a snake protruding from its mouth glittered at her from the pages of the Daily Profit; the head line above it read "TOP MINISTRY AUROR AND WIFE KILLED LAST NIGHT". But what shocked her most were the names of the two people killed: Harold and Jane Potter.

She only knew one person with that surname, but what were the chances? There was no way that the two stories could be related. James Potter was popular, smart, and, in the eyes of most girls at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry her self not included, immensely handsome. There was no way that something like this could happen to him, even if he was a prat. But Lily's thoughts were quickly changed as she skimmed the article, "Harold, Harry to his close friends, and Jane left behind a son when they exited this world. James Potter will be entering his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, but this time he will have to do so with out his parents being there to see him off, or welcome him home. Both Harold and Jane will be missed greatly by all those who knew them."

Stifling a gasp at this new information, Lily quickly put down the newspaper. She had had enough with depressing news for the day. Although she loathed James Potter more than any other boy she had every laid eyes on, with the exception of Vernon, her sisters walrus shaped boyfriend, she would never have wished for something like this to have happened to him. For the first time since knowing him Lily Evans actually felt bad for obnoxious Potter.

JPOV

James sat upon his dark red quilt that covered his bed, not moving, eyes focused on nothing, trying not to feel anything. Around him sat his three best friends, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew and right below them on the first level of the Potter House were hundreds of people chatting quietly, whispering about the two people who had just passed.

James moved his head ever so slightly to gaze out of his window. Although the dark mark had long since faded from above his home, he could swear that the ground surrounding the house still sparkled from the reflection, and the ominous green glow still encased the house. He could imagine the sounds that would have been coming from this very house just days before hand. The screams of terror and pain, the shouts of spells and curses, the laughter of the death eaters as they tortured their victims and finally the scream of those two words that had ended both of his parents lives with in seconds: "AVADA KEDAVRA".

Sirius and Remus eyed James warily. He had had the same empty look on his face from the moment that they had entered his room to escape all of the condolences, all of the sympatric pats on the back and hugs. Both boys knew that it was bad for James to keep his emotions hidden inside him, but both also knew that he would talk when he was ready, for now he just needed to know that they were there for him. So they sat, quietly by his side until the time came where he needed to break down.

"It was my fault" James mumbled. At these simple words, the other three boy's heads shot up to look at him. "It was all my fault" He repeated, this time a little more loudly.

"James, no. You are not going to do this. You were not even there, how in the world could this possibly be your fault?" Remus questioned.

"I…I should have been there. I could have helped; I could have fought with them, by their sides. But instead I was out playing around on a stupid broom stick. They were dying here and I was out there," he gestured in the general direction of the field that was hidden in the trees behind his house "playing a game. I didn't even notice."

"No James. Your father was one of the best, if not the best, Auror there has ever been. And your Mum was just as amazing, a brilliantly skilled witch. If those two could not hold off the Death Eaters, no offence man, but I don't think having you there would have been much of a help." Sirius stated all the while still starring at James's face, gauging what his reaction.

"You don't know that! I could have helped; I could have….called for help. Done something, I know I could have."

"James" Peter started "they would have killed you too."

"WELL MAYBE THEY SHOULD HAVE!" James exploded, "That would have been better, I am not doing ANYTHING to help the world, by my parents - they were. They fought for what was right. They SHOULD have lived. They are more needed here then I am, I should be the one dead."

The other three boys starred at him for a few seconds before Remus finally had anything to say in response.

"James that is why they were killed. They were fighting for what was right, for what they believed in. And they died fighting for it. But most of all, in their minds I am sure; they died knowing that you would be safe. They died knowing that their son, the most precious thing to them in the world, would still be living. And James I think that made them proud. You will go on to do great things in the world. We all will, we are all going to help stop this war. And you can fight too, fight for your parents, so that they will not have died in vain."

"And don't you EVER blame your self James Potter" Sirius said sternly "You are not they reason they are dead. Voldemort is. The Death Eaters are. Not you."

James gazed at his friends though tear filled eyes.

"I just miss them so much" as he spoke these words the tears that he had been with holding for the past few days spilled out. He broke down a sobbed right there in front of his very best mates. His three friends sat with him, comforted him and talked with him for the rest of the night until all four fell asleep, exhausted from the day, in piled heaps on the floor.

A/N: There it is…the first chapter! Don't forget REVIEW!! Tell me if I should actually continue and any ideas are welcome! Thanks JCMML