A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in so long guys! I was away for a week (again), and then I had a lot of trouble with this one. It's really hard for me to do the Mauraders because there's so many fandoms with them already, and I don't want to copy off of something that I've already read. James especially I find difficult. I actually wrote something completely different, but I really hated it, so I tried again and wrote this. I think it's acceptable, but it's definitely not my best.

James Potter

"What are we going to do?"

That had been the single thought running through James' head for the past day. After a long and unsettling chat with Dumbledore, he had left the living room feeling dejected, useless, helpless. His wife and child were in danger and he couldn't do anything about it. James had always been the type to take action; he could never be able to stand sitting around in his house, waiting around for Voldemort to either be vanquished or attack them. He was always the noble sort, one who would save anyone, even his enemies. But how could he go on, knowing he was unable to contribute in the protection of his wife and child? Dumbledore had told him he couldn't perform any charms or spells that would help, as the Fidelius charm was their only hope.

James had only felt like this once before: the day Lily had given birth to Harry. He had gone into the delivery room, prepared to do anything he could to help his wife out of her pain. The Healer, however, had declared him a nuisance and had shoved him out of the room. He had stood pacing directly outside of the door. He couldn't even give moral support; he was merely a pest! He had forgotten this feeling at the sight of his newborn son, but this time it was different. Any time he tried to enjoy the drastically increased time he had with his family, the helplessness overshadowed his joy and forced him into a state of lethargic semi-depression.

"James, what's wrong with you lately?" Lily asked him, about a month after the beginning of their confinement. "You seem so down."

"You know what's wrong, Lily!" he stated harshly. "I can't do anything. We're all in danger and I can't do anything."

Lily smirked a bit, and stared him straight in the eye. "That's just like you, James. You always feel like you need to do something. What you don't realize is that most of the time, what you're already doing is sufficient enough." James gave her a puzzled look. "I love being with you, and so does Harry. You being here, being you, it's enough. Let other people take care of the brave stuff for once."

James smiled and gave Lily a peck on the nose. He realized she was right, but he was reluctant to admit defeat so easily. His renewed cheerful demeanor, however, made the last months of Lily's life the best.

A/N: Let me know what you think! Please review! I should (hopefully) update a little more regularly for a while now. Oh, and thanks again to everyone who has reviewed so far!