He found her, that day, sitting beside the lake with her knees drawn up to her chest, and her head bowed down, dark red hair covering her pale face. She was huddled inwards, so tiny, that he almost missed her. She looked so delicate and soft and…hurt, that he made his decision without even realising it. He walked over to her, and gradually sat down. She did nothing, gave no sign that she knew he was there. They sat like that, James and Lily, for hours. His muscles going stiff, the sky fading to black. And all of that faded away as she gave a small hiccup and laid her head on his shoulder. Hesitantly he put his arm around her and drew her in.