A/N: Okay, okay I get it. No more sadness. I'll try to bring back some more humor in this chapter and a little fluff about James parents. I know it's been a while since I've updated but I have had sooo much stuff going on at school. I've been giving up all of my study halls to finish the set for our school play so I've had to do so much and boy's tennis starts up and I am managing the team so I get to play more. (Yay me!)

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Horupeensk: Yay! Someone else who thinks Peter is a little snot-nosed wanker! Thank you for the compliment! I'm not a huge fan of the Lily-hates-James-guts-first stories even though a lot of them are really good, so I am very happy that you like the way they are bonding!

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Artemis' Hunt: OH! I must have rewritten that chapter who knows how many times until I liked it. Sadness is a pain in the but to write

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AnIrishLily: I GET IT! No more sadness, check. Still, I'm glad you liked it!

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Ch. 8. Letter of Love


The group, still without Peter- (Yes! MWAHAHAHA! No Peter! Hate him!)-were gathered in a group in Dumbledore's office. They were waiting for a signal to make sure it was safe to leave. They would be traveling by Portkey as there were 7 of them going. The boys wanted the girls to come incase they couldn't handle it and needed support.

A flash of fire appeared out of nowhere causing the girls, except Lily, to jump. A red-gold feather floated to the floor. Dumbledore stood up and grabbed a blacked kettle off of the shelf. He tapped it with his wand and mumbled under his breath. The kettle glowed blue for a moment then became its blacked self once more. They all gathered around and reached out a finger to place on it.

"The count of three, everyone. One…two…three…"

Everyone felt the normal jerk behind their navel and the office disappeared in a haze of color. Their legs hit solid ground and James looked up. His heart dropped into his stomach. His home, his childhood home, was gone. All that was left was the empty shell of a house that had once been called home. The love that had once filled the house and made it seem so warm and inviting had disappeared. The looks on Sirius and Remus's faces showed that they shared the same feelings. A hand appeared on James's shoulder. He looked for the owner and didn't have to look far. His eyes met Lily's and he knew she would be there for him.

He, Sirius, and Remus led the way into the house. The door was hanging off the hinges, the shutters were missing, windows were broken, all in all, it did not look like a place you wanted to go into. Aurors were stationed at every entrance and scattered about the premises. Many of them not or showed sympathy toward James as he passed. He appeared not to notice.

The inside of the house wasn't exactly better. It was worse. Blood was splattered across the walls and smeared along the floor. Furniture was knocked over, pillows were leaking stuffing, and there were large burn marks and holes in the walls, no doubt from the spells fired.

Overturned chairs strewn about, shattered glasses and plates littered the floor, and the remains of a dinner left uneaten was the sight seen when the group saw when they entered the kitchen.

They made their way precariously up the stairs, as half of them were gone. James stopped at the second door on the right. It had remained untouched. He reached for the handle and turned it slowly. The door swung open. His room was the same as the day he left it. Except for one thing. The little note sitting on his pillow was a new addition. He scooped it up and sat down on his bed. The others followed, or, at least, tried to follow. The others wouldn't come through the door.

"Guys, you can come in my room. I'm not going to stop you," said James warily as he plopped back down on the bed.

Lily spoke up for everyone. "James, we…" she hesitated, "can't. It's physically not possible for us to walk through the door." She put her hand up to the doorway and attempted to push it through but stopped.

James looked at her curiously, as if she was joking with him. He got up and stuck his hand through the door. He felt it. He obviously hadn't felt it the first time but he felt it now. There was a strange feeling in his wrist, like there were hundreds of tiny pins being stuck in his wrist. He grabbed Lily's wrist. She gasped. He slowly pulled her through and as she passed through, she winced. She finally made it into the room. The spell that had been cast over the door had been lifted, as the others were now able to make their way into the room.

James sat down on the bed, Lily following, sitting on his right, Sirius on his left. His name had hurriedly been scrawled onto the front. He opened it and turned it upside-down. A note and key fell out into his open hand. He handed the key to Lily and began to read the letter. It said…

James

We don't have much time. Our time here with you is almost spent. The key that is now in your possession is to a box that is hidden in the one place that we knew would be the safest. It is on the shelf in your closet. The lid bears the same symbol as the key. In there are some things that we want you to have and share with your family.

James, we want you to know that we love you very much, more than you could ever know even though we tried our best to express as much of it as we could. We tried to give you everything that you might need and more. We love you and no matter what hardships come your way, however many obstacles befall you, we sincerely hope you live you're your life to the absolute best and don't let anything pass you by. We love you, James, always and forever. We'll never be gone far as long as you hold in your heart, as we know you will.

Love, Mum and Dad

Lily looked at James face and saw that he was smiling.

"I remember that box," and he got up, walked over to his closet, and pulled out the box. "Lily, please."

Lily got up and knelt next to him on the floor. She slid the key into the lock and turned it. A faint click was heard and James lifted the lid. He let out a small bit of laughter and picked up what was inside, a small smile crossing his face. Lily and the others, realizing what he was hold smiled as well.


A/N: Well, it's a smidge happier than the last ones, AnIrishLily, this better make you happy.

I know it's really short but I am sooo tired. I have had very little sleep and my brain is dead even though I have to go to school tomorrow. I'm really sorry 'bout the short chapter but I feel like I'm going to keel over at the computer.

Oh, I am going to take a poll, place your vote once in each of the following categories:

Peter Pettigrew is a snot-nosed little wanker who should be thrown bodily from any room he enters

Peter Pettigrew should be shown sympathy (Blagh!)

I don't know what to think of him

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