A/N: So... I thought that maybe I would write a full time fan-fic, and so I came up with this idea! Well... here we are, and here we go... Reviews are appriciated, flames will be ignored while eating chocolate :/ Take care!


Chapter One

'James'

With his hood raised up, and his wand hoisted behind his ear, James Potter stumbled slowly across the road and into the turning into Godric's Hollow. With a small smile on his face, he noticed that the street was completely empty –the children who had once been trick or treating retiring to bed for the night.

James couldn't believe how long he had been walking for – his wife Lily had yelled at him earlier for some reason that he couldn't remember, and after he had stormed out – James had made his way to the nearest pub – the lion.

If there wasn't something more that he liked right after an argument with someone than going to the pub and drinking his worries away, then James was sure they hadn't invented it yet.

Pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it was his wand, James slowly stumbled even further down the street, inhaling the smoke that was whirling around him with a relaxed expression on his face.

Nowadays, James Potter found it extremely hard to find a way to relax, if he was home it was always 'Look after Harry' his one year old son, and anytime he wasn't drunk he was always worrying about the safety of his family who had been targeted by Voldemort and his death eaters, which was often.

After several minutes, James realised he was walking down the wrong end of the street, down the opposite direction of his home.

Laughing quietly to himself, James smiled as he turned and made his way slowly down the road, to where his house was located.

Looking up at the sky, he swore he saw a flying motorcycle, much like the one his best friend Sirius owned, flying away from his house. James chuckled at the irony – after all, Sirius didn't have a reason to visit them on this night, after all it wasn't as if Voldemort knew where they were, Peter Pettigrew, one of his other best friends hadn't sold them out to Voldemort.

James smiled at the thought of his friends, as he continued to stumble down the street, he was, as many Muggles would have said – completely hammered.

At some point, James tripped over his own foot, and as he struggled to stand up again, he suddenly felt himself laugh slightly again. He was sure that he must sound deranged, but he couldn't help but smile even more at the concept of what he must look like at the second.

When he regained his footing he slowly resumed his walk home, stopping outside his house with a blank expression on his face.

"I dint turn ta' eater on..." He slurred as he looked up at the house which was burned into ruins, he frowned slightly, as a cold wind blew his hood down, causing his glasses to almost fall off of his face. Luckily however, alcohol hadn't ridden him of his chaser skills as much as it did many others, "I'm shurr o' it."

After a while, he happened to shrug at the sight of the burned down building, slowly staggering into the building, lighting another cigarette, with a content look on his face.

Everything happened so quickly then, a black haired man with short hair rushed down the stairs, his wand raised, as he shouted a disarming spell at James.

James immediately recognised the man as his best friend Sirius Black, and smiled slightly as he flicked some of the ash off of his cigarette,

"Hey Padfoot," He slurred, stumbling slightly, as he looked at the house around him, "I dint do this,"

Sirius immediately rushed towards James, looking at him with a blank expression, even if his wand was still aimed at James,

"Who was your first kiss, and what year were we in?" He asked, as way of greeting, causing James to roll his eyes, and slur in response,

"Rosie, second year, what's this all about Pads?"

Sirius frowned slightly, as he looked at James with a slightly confused look,

"You don't smoke, why are you smoking?"

James grinned slightly as he flicked some of the ash onto the floor, before looking up at Sirius as he added,

"Muggles sold me 'em, pretty good price an 'all. I think you'd like to buy from 'em."

Sirius didn't return James smile, instead looking at James with few tears down his face as he introduced James into the matter at hand,

"Lily's dead, and Dumbledore's taken Harry."

The alcohol that had been affecting James' mind seemed too immediately thin out, allowing James to sober up immediately. His heart immediately went cold, and a shiver ran up his spine.

He tried to ignore the fact that his head had already started to pound in the back of his head as he stared at Sirius with a blank expression that Lily would have laughed at before teasing him with.

"What?" James asked, his voice no longer a slur, as he blinked not once, but twice at Sirius, "Lily... dead, and Harry... gone?"

Sirius nodded slowly, as he whispered something that James couldn't make out, his whole world had crashed before him and within seconds he was on his knee's sobbing into his hands.

Quickly however, James stood up as quickly as possible, closing his eyes as he wiped his tears away, before he apparated away without as much as a word. He couldn't think properly, and within seconds, he was running down another street, up to a door.

He knocked on it despite all the anguish he felt, and within seconds he came face to face with the man he hated with so much of a school boy grudge, Severus Snape himself.

"What do you want Potter?" Snape snarled looking at the Black haired man with a glare, "Want to boast about the fall of the dark lord?"

James shook his head with a strain on his features as he begged,

"It's Lily, she's dead – please make a potion to do something, anything. Use something to do with Phoenix's or at least something! I'd do anything for her, just don't let her be dead! I can't... live.. without her..."