A/N: Last time I forgot to say this, but:

If I was JK Rowling I would be famous, and I'm not exactly famous, so I'm not JK Rowling.

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When I get to the hospital wing I ignore the hands trying to restrain me. I try to dodge everyone, everything. All I care about is getting to James. But when I feel a particular pair of hands grab me I feel it is important.

I look back and see the hands belong to Remus. His expression is tight. I don't want to make this even harder for him, so I allow myself to be gently led back to a chair. Remus sits in the chair next to mine in silence. One image has permanently pasted itself into my brain.

James.

He had looked so pale, so weak, so un-James like. I can't believe it. James Potter. The arrogant prat I thought he was earlier today. The confident guy with the messy hair and cool smile. The guy who nicked snitches and hexed people and would do anything for his friends. Broken. Hurt.

I had thought I hated him. I had thought I would do anything but be with him. I had thought he was the worst thing on earth, the idiot Potter. But now it was different. I don't know if it always had been, if underneath I really hadn't hated him, but the one thing I was sure of was that I didn't want him to die.

I look around me. Sirius has gotten up and is on his knees in front of the door separating us and James. Tears are streaming down his face. I don't feel any better, but I manage to walk over to him and sit beside him.

"Hey Sirius," I murmur. He doesn't answer, but instead leans into my body. I wrap my arms around him and rest my head on top of his. He takes a shaky breath.

"When I saw him fall I knew I wouldn't get there in time. I knew he would hit the ground. I can't get that image out of my head, and I couldn't do anything. He looked so weak, Lily. Just lying there as if he was dead."

"I know, Sirius," I respond. But he wipes his tears away and continues.

"He'd be really happy you were here. He really fancies you. More than he lets on." But I thought he showed it pretty well, asking me out every time I turn a corner, trying to get me to come to one of his matches. But I finally do and look where it got him.

"Sirius," I say. "I almost didn't come to the match today. But something felt different. I guess I just wanted to watch him, to really look at him before I decide."

"Decide what?" He asks. I take a breath.

"Decide…whether I like him or not. If he's not the arrogant prat I thought he was." Sirius laughs softly.

"Oh, he's still an arrogant prat. But a good one, at that." I give a small laugh, but it quickly fades when I look at the door that James lies behind.

Motionless.

If I hadn't shown up he wouldn't be hurt. If I had just ignored him like usual he would be laughing with his friends right now. But I did come. I came to watch, to make him happy, and disaster fell.

Remus walks up and leads Sirius to a seat. I follow. "You know, Lily," Remus says, "It's really not your fault. It's not anyone's, really. You should know that—" But he is cut off as the door swings open. We all turn and see Madam Pomfrey standing there, lips pursed.

"Mr. Potter is in critical condition, but I think he may have a few visitors." Sirius, Remus, and I look at each other and immediately head towards the room where James Potter lies.

I know, it's kind of short, but the third chapter is in progress now! Thanks for reading, and please review. It really does help a lot.