AN: Good morning everyone and happy Wednesday. I wanted to let you all know that I will be on vacation all next week and I won't have internet. I might do some writing up there but I'm not making any promises. On a little side note I wanted to let you all know that I started a new story for the Hunger Games and it's the series from Peeta's perspective. So today is July 13, 2016 and this is the first chapter today. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's and anything you don't is mine.

James POV

I was floating in a sea of darkness. Time had no meaning. In the distance I could hear two people arguing and a baby crying. A baby? No not a baby a toddler. He kept saying "Momma."

My hand tightened on the wand I was still holding. Hermione had been right to hold onto my wand no matter what. But if only she could have told us more... could have somehow prepared us better for Lord Voldemort.

My thoughts were hazy and I realized I needed to push my way through whatever it was that was pulling me down. There was someone else crying and I had a vague thought that it was me. I didn't particularly care that I was crying. Things weren't very clear but I could remember enough. Fighting Voldemort to give Lily and Harry time to run but I had been hit with a curse of some kind. It had been a nonverbal so I didn't know what it was but seeing my torso on fire had been absolutely horrifying. The following spell had thrown me into the living room wall.

Almost, as if through a tunnel, I heard someone speaking to me. "James? James can you hear me? Shhh James it's going to be okay. It's Professor Dumbledore... Harry should be fine and Peter is going to Azkaban he almost killed Sirius..." I made some sort of noise in the back of my throat. "James? No Minerva I don't think he can hear me, we need to get him to St. Mungos, he's losing too much blood."

I tried to say something, anything about the traitor that had tried to ruin my family, but the darkness was pulling me under and it was too hard to fight it.

Hermione POV

Madame Pomfrey wheeled me down the hallway and I stared silently at my lap as tears fell down my face. Dumbledore had told me what had happened. Voldemort had gone to Godric's Hollow to go after Harry. Lily was dead, Harry was scarred with the lightening bolt on his forehead, and James was in some sort of a coma. His whole front was burned and he was in the process of growing new skin. Unfortunately, his head was a different story. After Voldemort had burned him he had been thrown into the nearest wall.

He had been brought in by Dumbledore and McGonagall a week and a half ago.

We stopped at the front desk of the fourth floor, Spell Damage. The welcome witch nodded us both through barely looking up from the smutty romance book she was reading. Madame Pomfrey clucked angrily as she continued to push me down the hall.

After a few moments I finally said, "I'll take it from here, thank you for your help Madame Pomfrey."

"Are - are you sure?" She asked nervously.

"Yes." I said slowly looking up at the witch. She was biting her lip so hard it was white but after a moment later she nodded and turned to walk away.

I watched her for a moment before wheeling myself down the hallway. My hands shook and tears dripped down my cheeks. It took me so long to get to that room at the end of the hall but in the end when I was outside the door I was sobbing. I couldn't open the door. I couldn't do this. It was too hard. I had known but I hadn't been able to save them.

"Hermione?" I looked up from my lap to the man standing in front of me. His gray eyes were sunken and his black hair hung limply around his head. He seemed hunched in on himself and there was a deep cut on his cheek that had been healed but not properly as there was still a scar.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a horrible hiccuping sobbing sound. Sirius knelt down and pulled my hands into his. He didn't say anything and I was grateful for that.

"Hey Sirius where's - oh um...hi?" I pulled my hands out of Sirius' and wiped my eyes and nose. A tall man with a malnourished body, blond hair and hazel eyes was standing in front of us holding Harry. Just the sight of him with that scar on his forehead brought on a new round of tears. But this time they were silent tears. The kind you had when you could barely hold yourself together.

"I'm sorry," I whispered after a couple minutes when I no longer felt like I was going to be broken in two. "I'm so sorry. I tried to save them both."

I hiccuped and Remus passed me his bright red handkerchief. It took me a moment to wipe off my face. I passed it back to him. "Thank you Remus."

His eyes widened in shock and he almost dropped Harry. "You really do know me, don't you? You really weren't lying Sirius? She's from the -"

"No, I wasn't." Sirius said quickly cutting him off. He was rubbing my hand between his trying to comfort me in the only way he could.

"How's James doing?" I asked running a hand through my hair. My thick bandage got stuck on the overlarge sweater Dumbledore had found for me yesterday. I had been awake for a few days but it had been hard to stay awake.

"He's..." Sirius started then his voice cracked. "He's not doing well. At the moment I'm working in loco parentis."

I nodded and turned to look at my best friend. He was playing with his fingers and giggling. A sad smile crossed my face. I swallowed thickly and looked up slowly at Remus.

"How are you doing Remus?" I asked softly after a moment. A strange look I couldn't place crossed his face but he quickly hid it. "I'm fine."

I decided not to comment. There was an extremely awkward silence and after a moment I said softly. "Would you two mind if I had a moment with James?"

"Uhh sure," Sirius said slowly standing up to his full height. His back cracked in multiple places making me wonder how long he had been staying here in the hospital.

"Alone." Both men raised their eyebrows in surprise but said nothing. I took a deep slow breath and opened the door to my best friend's father's hospital room.

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