DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, any of it! JKR does

(REVISED A/N: I also found this in an old Floppy disk apparently saved back in 2004, please don't take it against me if you've already read this before. I'm not sure if I've already put this up, but the story seems nice so I put it here. I hope you enjoy it.)

JAMES POTTER'S POV

I looked at Lily. There were tears in her eyes as I finished talking with Sirius.

The Dark Lord, Voldemort, was after us. I know Lily's scared; I wanted to tell her that everything's going to be fine, but I can't lie to her, can I?

She held our Harry James close to her chest as Remus and Peter arrived at our house as well.

"Let Sirius be the Secret Keeper, James. He'd put his life at risk for you!" squeaked Remus

I knew this was true. There was no one more on earth I'd trust but my old mate, Sirius.

"Why ME, Remus?!"

I knew Sirius wasn't scared of anything, but failing me. I looked up at him, but he didn't look into my eyes.

Peter kept his eyes away from me too, they all did.

Remus looked at peter. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Peter stammered. "N-N-No-thing."

I wanted to say that he looked guilty of something, but a lump was just on my throat.

"Wh-why s-s-s-o silent J-J-James?" Peter had asked.

I made no reply. I was scared, not for me, but for Lily and Harry.

Sirius looked at me. "James, speak up, will you?"

My throat was dry though I wanted to speak. I just couldn't.

Remus looked at me. He was paler than ever. "James, for your own family's protection, take Sirius as your Secret Keeper!"

I plainly nodded; I was too stunned to speak.

Sirius protested a lot that night. I couldn't possibly imagine how he came out with a hundred and three reasons why he shouldn't be.

"Make Peter do it! I mean, Voldemort is sure you'll make me your Secret Keeper. He'll go after me, but Peter would be perfect. He'll never think of him."

Sirius had a knack for great ideas.

We all agreed that night, but Peter left with a sad expression on his face. I couldn't tell.

Before he had left, he seemed to be muttering, "I'm so sorry, James, my friend."

I didn't understand what he meant so I let it go.

That night, I looked at Harry's eyes as he smiled at me when we ate dinner.

Lily stayed as quiet as possible, she knew what was about to happen.

"Everything will be all right, Lily." I assured her.

Lily didn't say anything in return. She just looked at me sadly one more time and went back to feeding our son.

After dinner, we sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace together. I looked at the flames. Something was bound to happen that night, I could feel it.

Harry's Emerald eyes looked at me. He had an innocent look.

"I just can't let him die!"

I said over and over to myself. I just can't.

I bet a million people could remember tonight, the night when I saw Voldemort face to face again once again.

I told Lily to take Harry and run. She did, but I could see that she was scared.

I could see Peter from behind the man that was about to kill me.

"TRAITOR! DAMN YOU!"

But everything was done; I was being sold, by my own best friend.

That was the night of murder, the murder of the heart at the emotion of being betrayed by my own best friend.

(A/N: I was 14 when I wrote this. Like I said, I just found it in an old Floppy disk. Anyway, hope you still review. Thanks a lot.)