Needles to say, James and Lily Potter were heartbroken. They had witnessed their one year old son get killed by Lord Voldemort only hours ago. Neither of them could utter a single word for quite some time. They just stared at their limp son, who looked completely unharmed. Although he looked it, Harry Potter was not unharmed. He was dead, and there was no denying it.

Lily and James' heads were throbbing. They had been pushed down a flight of stairs by Voldemort, James had been concussed and Lily had shattered her leg. It was Mrs. Potter who first spoke up.

"Episkey!" she said, mending her leg. Stifling a scream, her left femur was repaired and she could finally stand up.

"N-no. Th-this is a dream," said James. "Harry can't be dead. No." Despite saying this, James knew full well that what he was saying was a lie, and his son was as dead as could be.

Lily didn't like it, but she had to be firm. Of course, she was ready to break down and sob for the rest of her life, but if she did that, Voldemort might as well have murdered her too. Lily contemplated what to do. Her mind was still racing at a million miles an hour trying to comprehend what she had seen. Voldemort. Killing curse. Harry. All of it was mixed up in her mind.

"We have to go see The Order," said Lily. Lily was referring to The Order Of The Phoenix, a secret society founded by Albus Dumbledore (headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) that was trying to prevent Lord Voldemort from taking over the world. Lily and James were members.

James was still a little dizzy, despite being passed out for several hours. It took him a while to stand up. "Yeah, y-you're probably right. What do we do with…with Harry?"

Lily hadn't even considered this. In these dark times, there would practically have to be a funeral every minute for everyone that had died. No, there wasn't time to have a proper ceremony.

"We'll bury him. And then we can go see The Order." Said Lily. James nodded. The next hour was the most painful one of James and Lily's lives. They did not want to use magic, the Potters felt that it would make it too easy, and goodbyes like this should never be easy. Lily found a stone and engraved Harry's name into it with a knife. James dug the hole. Both Potters went inside to get Harry. Lily and James decided that they would bury Harry with his favorite teddy bear and his blanket. They both slowly placed Harry in the hole in the ground, wrapped in his blue blanket with his teddy bear on his chest, and then James started to put the dirt back. The Potters were both sobbing. If you have never lost someone before, you will have no idea how Mr. and Mrs. Potter felt. If you have, you still may not have any idea. This is because Lily and James saw their baby get murdered. Lots of people don't see it when family members or people close to them die, but the Potters witnessed everything. The worst part for them was that they had lost. They had a chance to fight, to stop Voldemort, and they couldn't do it even to save their own son's life. It stung like a thousand bees.

The headquarters of The Order Of The Phoenix was previously the house of the Black family, and Sirius Black was a member of The Order, so he offered that his family house be used. The Potters apparated (which is teleportation but for witches and wizards) to the front of 12 Grimmauld Place, where all the members of The Order had been called by Lily and James for an emergency meeting. The Black family house was protected by various charms and enchantments, all of which the Potters knew how to get past.

Lily and James walked through the hallway that led into the kitchen, where meetings were usually held. They walked past a room on the right that had a whole wall dedicated to the Black family tree, and a staircase on the left that led up to the bedrooms in the house. Slowly, they entered the kitchen and were met with the eyes of every member of the order. Dumbledore was sitting at the head of the table, and he spoke first.

"Lily, James! Wonderful to see you both. Whatever was so important that an emergency meeting had to be called?"

The Potters had a silent conversation with each other. They weren't really sure how to break the news. Eventually, they decided to make it short and sweet; going into detail about it would be too painful to listen to, and especially to painful to tell about it.

Lily stifled a sob before giving The Order Of The Phoenix an explanation.

"Voldemort – he…he came to our house. We…" her voice trailed off. Dumbledore was curious.

"Oh my…oh no. Is everything alright? Where is Harry by the way? It's - " and then Dumbledore, along with all the rest of the members, pieced it together. There was no need for James or Lily to say anything more. As realization dawned on everyone who sat at the table, the Potters once again started crying. As did everyone else. Of course, no one else at that table knew exactly how Lily and James felt. Even Dumbledore, perhaps the most intelligent person in the room who had lost his sister as a boy, knew nothing of how fragile the Potters were at this time. This is why even after what seemed like an eternity trying to cheer up the two heartbroken people, nothing had changed. Surprisingly, however, it was James who opened his mouth before anyone else.

"We need to fight him," he said. "And we need to win. I am not going to let anyone else suffer because of that awful wizard. Together, we will take him down. And Harry won't have died in vain." Everyone in the room – including Lily – was a little taken aback; usually when someone loses their child they spend days, months, or even years grieving. But James was strong, and despite still feeling horribly sad, he knew what had to be done. So did everyone else.

Alastor Moody, another member of The Order nodded. Alastor had a fake glass eye, and had taken on the nickname "Mad Eye Moody" in the past. Mad Eye spoke in agreement. "He's right, Dumbledore. I know they've both just seen their kid get killed an' all, but - "

"Alastor!" exclaimed Sirius Black.

"Sorry, sorry," Mad Eye said apologetically. "The point is James is right. We can't let this stop us, no matter how awful it is. In fact, this should motivate us – it should make us want to fight harder."

Everyone nodded in agreement. There was only one problem that hadn't yet been resolved.

"So," Lily said, "what do we do now?"