James groaned as his eyes fluttered open.
What had happened?
Then he remembered. Voldemort had found them.
Suddenly, James jumped to his feet.
Lily and Harry! Where were they? Were they okay? Were they even alive?
He ran upstairs to Harry's room and heard a scream, followed by hysterical sobbing His heart in his throat, James slowly opened the door and came face to face with every parent's worst nightmare.
Lily sat on the floor in front of Harry's crib, rocking back and forth as she cried.
And in her arms...
"No..." James whispered in disbelief.
Then, the tears started.
"No! No! No! No! NO!"
James raced over to where Lily was sobbing over a motionless Harry and collapsed by her side.
"NO! HARRY!" The toddler's skin was icy cold, his face white as snow, and the emerald eyes that James loved so much were closed.
James wildly shook his small son, stubbornly refusing to believe that Harry, his baby, his little Prongslet could possibly be dead.
"HARRY, WAKE UP!" he pleaded desperately. "Come on, Prongslet. Please..."
But, Harry remained still, his little head lolling lifelessly from side to side.
James swallowed painfully and placed two shaking fingers on the child's neck, his last hope dawning.
Nothing. He felt nothing. There was no heartbeat. His baby was dead.
James gently scooped his son's lifeless little body into his arms and just held him, lovingly kissing the child's icy forehead as he wept.
Peter had done this. Peter had betrayed them. Peter was the reason that his precious Harry would never wake up again.
The bastard would pay.