Disclaimer: (to the tune of row row row your boat.) No, No, No i don't, I don't own Hp! Damn, damn, dameny damn, I don't own HP!

Lily saw the claw swipe at her, and heard her own piercing scream. She closed her eyes tight and waited for the blow to hit her; but nothing came of it Instead she saw James like lightning get up… and then…

A dazzling white stag reared up in front of her, taking the blow for Lily.

For a moment Lily was glued to the spot, as she watched the stag fall down, it's fur covered in crimson before getting up again. But she saw her chance and ran. She had to get help, she had to go to the castle.

There was just a slight problem of a werewolf being in her way…

James was distracting it… she could get past…

She couldn't just leave him…

But there was no other choice. With a gulp of air, and her hands in front of her, she ran from the raging battle. As she ran away she heard the yells behind her. Lily didn't want to know if it was James or the werewolf, but she had a horrible sensation in the pit of her stomach that she was running away from something she had to witness. Or be there. For someone. For him.

Hammering her fists against the door, she burst through the entrance, slamming the doors behind her. She didn't care if she was interrogated by filch, stopped by a teacher… It didn't matter anymore…

She knew where to go. Dumbledore. She just hoped she wasn't too late…

"Fizzing whizzbee!"

The familiar sound of the statue taking her up sounded, but she wasn't aware of every stepping into his office, even saying hello. Instead she staggered into his office, her arms flailing madly.

"Professor! Professor, please!"

Dumbledore was dorned in a purple star-scattered dressing gown, a calm smile playing upon his lips; as always.

"Lily! How nice –"

"Please – sire – no time – out in the grounds, James, wolf…"

Lily saw Dumbledore's calm expression snap to a cold, almost scared look. With a flurry of his cloak he stepped to the window, eyes reflecting the heartless white moon.

"Wolf – you said… is James still out there?"

For the first time in Dumbledore's age as headmaster, he looked scared. Terrified almost. Without waiting for a reply from Lily he fled to the eagle, herself following suite.

She couldn't believe it… a werewolf. That… she knew, she'd read Hogwarts a history Animals couldn't get in! You couldn't apparate. Unless someone had planted it there. And James – he'd never let slip he was an Animagus. It was out of character. Usually that James Potter would be boasting of his talent, or using it as another way to get hitched; most probably. Unless he had a reason to keeping it secret.

She wished she could apparate, just for once in her life. Outside, she knew that the werewolf and the stag were still fighting.

The night of the wolf.

OXOXOXOXOX

James leapt up at Moony, just in time. He could hear Evan's scream, and he running footsteps. Even as he felt that paw of fury knock his stag form flat, he felt her hesitating presence, knowing that she wasn't sure whether to run or stay. He felt her guilt at not staying, and was glad.

Getting up again, he leapt around Moony again, hoping to hell that he was doing the right thing. His werewolf friend lost interest in James fast, and started to leap towards the running girl, but James wouldn't let that happen; no way. This was his night. This night he was lucky. This night he really could be her knight in shining armour; or rather…

…He wished he had some armour. As he was struck down again, he recognised the wash of hot blood run down his brilliant white fur. He heard the crunch of bones not just being broken, but obliterated. Right in his ribs, he could feel the injury, like a thousand knives. With a yell, he battled the enclosing wolf of with his prongs, his only weapon. Prongs by name, prongs by nature, he thought bitterly, as Remus came on him with one almighty swipe.

A best friends murder. Did Lupin know what he was doing, in that animal heart of his? Was he crying out for himself to stop. For a bitter moment, James was glad that Moony would suffer because of him. It would get him back.

He closed his eyes…

"IMMOBOLUS!"

"Oh my god!"

James faintly saw the red hair, the crimson spell shoot from a strong handed man. Dumbledore. What a guy.

And then his world went black.

XOXOXOXOXOX

Lily felt empty as she stepped back into the castle, looking at the stretcher Dumbledore had conjured, onto the faceless blanket that had been draped over James. He was alive; that what mattered, but she couldn't help feel sickened.

"Mrs Evans – Lily. I think it's best you do not speak of this to anyone. I assure you, Mr Potter will be perfectly fine in the hospital wing – go to sleep and think on this." Dumbledore gave her a comforting pat on her shoulder before stepping up the staircase with the stretched in front of him.

She didn't need to be warned. Like she'd ever tell anyone. She couldn't – wouldn't. It was all too much. James had risked his life; for her…

She slid down the great doors.

Who was that werewolf? And was Remus alright? Had he even turned up? Look what her little game had done. She wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't. She was being, well, there was no other way to put it. She had been, a bitch. And Remus, well… she tried to split up some friends that should always have been together.

There was so much to think on. He'd risked his life for her, and it had almost been taken. Would he hate her? Could this be a new beginning? No…

She put her head in her hands and cried.

A/N yeah, I know Dumbledore wasn't headmaster then... I think. Well, I'm not quite sure really. But I don't think he was. Well this is my story - so don't pick up on it! lol. I hope you like it. There is more to come; as always. But you'll have to let me know you want more by reviewing... see? lol :) Thanks all the people who reviewed so far - you fabulous people!