Again, as I have for the past few chapters, I would like to apologize for the lack of updating. I am truly sorry. But, my testing is over and that leaves more time for updating! Yeah!

So, without further ado, this is the next chapter. It's a little short, but I think you'll like it all the same.

Enjoy!

Part II: Double Agent

James pushed Sirius in the house and Lily shut the door behind them. Sirius didn't push back and merely walked backwards with James into the living room. James was muttering quietly to him, telling him to keep his voice down so they neighbors wouldn't hear and think they were part of a "Muggle mafia or whatever it's called."

When the three arrived in the living room, Lily saw that Michelle and Remus were there as well. Peter was nowhere to be seen. Michelle jumped up from her seat and swiftly walked to Lily, Logan nestled carefully in her arms. The baby was sleeping and Michelle held him out to his mother who took him in her arms. Lily felt her entire body relax when she held Logan's little body in her arms, remembering the danger she and James had just been in.

"Peter said he wouldn't stop crying," Michelle said to her. "He fell asleep almost immediately after Peter left."

"Where did Peter go?" Lily asked questioningly.

Michelle shrugged. "He didn't say, just that he needed to be somewhere. Probably Order related. He was really fidgety though; it was weird, even for him."

Lily nodded and started to gently rock Logan in her arms. She thought it was rather odd that Logan had cried the entire time Peter had been watching him. The little boy was a very happy child and never cried, which made her suspicious. But, she didn't know what she could be suspicious of Peter Pettigrew for, except maybe boring the baby and not knowing what games to play.

"I don't care if you're alright!" Sirius yelled at James, clearly distressed by the situation. "Do you want to know how scared we all were?"

The loud voices woke up Logan, who noticed he was in his mother's arms and gave a smile. Lily smiled down at him and let him grab onto her finger before turning back to James, Sirius, and Remus.

James walked up to Sirius and placed his hands on his best friend's shoulders. "Sirius, there's nothing to worry about! Honestly, we couldn't have been more careful. Voldemort had it all planned out anyway–"

"What?" Sirius asked quietly. He shook his head. "No, he didn't."

Lily nodded, walking to James's side to back him up. "Yes, he did," she said. "He told us."

Sirius and Remus shared a quick look before turning back to Lily and James. She felt her heart drop at the expressions on their faces. Solemn, grave, betrayed. "What?" she asked, fearing what the answer would be.

Remus shook his head. "All the Death Eaters showed up at Fifth and Main. They didn't know where Voldemort was and they were looking for you two," he told them quietly. "They scattered before we had the chance to round them up, but they were freaking out because Voldemort wasn't there like he said he was going to be."

"That's why we were so happy to see you," Michelle said, walking toward the group. "We thought you were dead."

The room fell into a deep silence. Lily didn't know what to think and she merely looked down at Logan. He was smiling and gurgling happily, playing with her finger without a care in the world. If she and James were to die, he would be an orphan. Sure, a wonderfully cared for orphan because he'd be raised by the remaining Marauders, but he'd never know his parents. She didn't want that to happen to him.

The voices began to talk once more, bringing Lily out of her thoughts and back into the conversation.

"…Well, it sounds like he changed plans quickly," Remus was saying. "He didn't tell his Death Eaters, so maybe he didn't have time."

"Or maybe, he wanted it to be just him," Sirius said gravely. "He wanted to be alone when he killed James and Lily so he knew it was him that killed them."

James threw his hands in the air. "Wait!" he exclaimed. "This doesn't make any sense. How did Voldemort find out where we were? Everyone thought Lily was in Diagon Alley and I was at Fifth and Main. The only people who knew I was in the Alley too were Sirius, Dung–"

"And Sturgis Podmore," Sirius interjected. "He saw you when he called me over."

"Sturgis Podmore's not a spy," James hissed. "That's ridiculous."

Sirius shrugged. "It could be Dung Fletcher."

Remus shook his head and rubbed his chin with his hand. "I don't think so," he added. "Dumbledore thinks highly of him. I don't think he'd go that way."

A small gruff noise escaped Sirius's throat. "Maybe it's me," he suggested seriously, throwing his arms out as if it were some type of revelation. "Maybe I'm under the Imperius Curse!"

"Bite your tongue, Sirius," James said, sitting down in a chair and running his hands through his unruly locks. "It's not you. Remus and I would know if you were under the Imperius Curse."

"No you wouldn't–"

"The two of you, please!" Remus shouted. "Do I really have to play mediator like I did at Hogwarts?"

Silence filled the room and each of the occupants looked at the ground. They were all deep in thought, wondering how the world had gotten so cold in the years they had been out of Hogwarts. Michelle was the first to look up. "Do you really think there's a spy?" she asked quietly, almost as if she couldn't believe she was asking the question.

Sirius walked to her side, wrapping his arms around her, but no one answered the question. No one had to; the answer was already known. There had to be a spy, there was too much evidence for there not to be one. Now, the only thing they needed to find out was who the spy was.

"We don't speak of this to anyone. Not even Dumbledore," James whispered. "Just us here and Peter, the rest of the Order can't know or the spy will find out and that can't happen."

"So, we've got to keep a lookout," Remus added, nodding his head. "We have to see who looks suspicious."

They all nodded and the conversation was ended. Lily looked down at Logan and felt ashamed for bringing him into a world filled with hate and betrayal. His wide blue eyes looked up at her with innocent unknowing. His little lips spread in a smile as his mother kept her eyes on him. He squealed happily and reached his tiny hands in the air toward her.

She stroked the side of his face and he giggled. Feeling James hovering over her shoulder, she looked up to see that Sirius, Michelle, and Remus were gone. James rested his head on her shoulder and let Logan grab onto his finger.

"What are you thinking about?" James asked quietly, turning his attention from his son to Lily.

She shrugged. "What if we die?" she asked just as quietly as James had asked his question.

He shook his head, nuzzling his head into her neck, whispering to her in words she could barely hear. "We won't," he told her. A smile spread across his face. "We've escaped Voldemort's grasps two times and if he can't kill us, I don't think anyone can."

"James, stop joking around," she said. "This is serious."

"I know," he replied, sighing and closing his eyes. "I'm sorry."

Lily was about to respond when Logan made a disgruntled noise. The two parents looked down at him and grinned at the dissatisfied expression on his face, showing that he was clearly bothered by the lack of attention his parents were giving him. James laughed and scooped the baby out of Lily's arms.

"You're jealous that I'm stealing all of Mummy's attention, aren't you?" James cooed, leaning his face toward Logan's so they were centimeters apart. "Well, I was here first, so technically she's mine."

Lily rolled her eyes, but it quickly turned into a laugh when Logan blew a bubble that popped in James's face. She could hear Logan's cheerful cry from across the room and James merely looked up with a smile. "I think we're raising a lady's man, Lils," he chuckled.

"Just like his daddy?" Lily asked cheekily.

James turned his attention back to the baby. "You can be whoever you want to be," he whispered. "As long as you play quidditch – you have to play quidditch."

Lily laughed and left the two boys in the living room as she walked to the kitchen. She wondered what Dumbledore had to speak to her and James about. Did he already know there was a spy? She didn't doubt it as their old headmaster seemed to know everything that went on not only in his school but in the world as well. But what if it was something more serious that involved them –

"Lily, stop worrying."

She turned and saw James in the doorway. In his hand he held a golden snitch which Logan was frantically reaching his hands out toward. The soft feathers fluttered by his face, sweeping against his skin. James let go and the snitch flew around his head, making Logan giggle happily.

"I'm not worrying," she said, taking a bottle out of the cupboard. Then, defeated, she added, "I'm just scared."

James grabbed the snitch and the wings closed around the tiny golden ball. He put Logan into his high chair and passed him the ball to play with. Immediately, Logan let it go and it flew away but returned, as if knowing it was playing with a baby and not an experienced player. James walked to Lily and wrapped his arms around her waist. "We're all scared," he told her, taking a deep breath. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm not scared for myself, I'm scared for Logan," she told him, looking up at him as her eyes began to moisten. "He's going to have to grow up with all of this, and if we die he'll be an orphan."

"He'll never be an orphan," James told her, his eyes declaring his determined personality. "He'll always have you because I'll die before I let Voldemort or any of his minions touch a hair on either of your heads."

Lily closed her eyes. "Hopefully it will never come to that. I don't know what I'd do without you."

A loud squeal hit their ears and they turned. A large black owl was tapping on the window near Logan's high chair and the little boy had abandoned the snitch to try and grab the bird. Lily looked to James, as she recognized it as his owl Nyx. He opened the window and the owl flew in, lifting her leg to James for him to take the letter attached to her leg.

"What is it?" Lily asked as Nyx obediently flew to her cage.

James read through the note and shook his head. "I wrote a letter to your mother because I thought she might want to know at least a little about her grandson," he muttered, tossing the letter on the table. "But, apparently your sister's brainwashed her even further to the point where she wants absolutely nothing to do with me, which would include my son. However, she'd love for you to come back home," he added. "It's in the P.S."

Lily took the letter and her hands, skimming it. The last time she spoke to her mother had been when she found out she was pregnant with Logan. She let her eyes fall over the words. If her mother had been a witch, the letter would have been a howler. In the letter her mother basically declared her hate for James Potter because he took her daughter away and rushed her into everything like motherhood and marriage, especially during a time of war. Lily rolled her eyes; her mother never did understand that marriage and childbearing happened earlier in the wizarding world, even if James and Lily were young for the wizarding world as well.

She nearly began to laugh at the P.S. her mother had enclosed. P.S. If Lily would like to come home and be safe from your world, tell her that Petunia and I would graciously accept her. We'll forgive her for her lack of judgment.

"Well," Lily said after she read it. "My mother always had a way with words."

"I'm sorry," James said.

Lily shrugged and walked to Logan's high chair. "It's her loss," she muttered, lifting the little boy into her arms. "Who wouldn't want to meet this cutie?" she cooed, tickling Logan's stomach and making him giggle.

"Someone out of their mind," James affirmed, walking over to make the family of three complete.

Yeah, it's just a little filler, but I wanted to add in some Potter family moments because we haven't had many of those.

So, what do you think?

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