Lives Washed Away: Lily and James
"Lily please stop crying." James touched his wife's shoulder.
Lily looked up from the cloud she was sitting on. "How can I?" She asked through sobs. "Do you see what's happening down there?" She gestured towards Earth. "Sirius is in Azkaban, I watched Saraan save Remus from an un-timely death yesterday, Maxis is letting Voldemort's supporters get away, our son is living with my sister and Less's brother, Sirius's daughter is living with muggles in America, and Less is wandering around Africa in cheetah form. Am I supposed to not cry? Peter ruined Everyone's live in the twenty seconds it probably took him to tell Voldemort where we were. I have a every right to cry as long as I want." Lily looked back down at the earth, crying once more.
"Lily please…"
"James leave me alone!" she said, though her voice was muffled through her robes.
James left her, and went to his own thoughts. He felt like such a traitor. Sirius was in Azkaban because of him. He'd let down his best friend. They'd known that there was a traitor amongst the four of them, James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter. But they'd thought it might have been Remus. Good damn it; he felt sorry for that now. James looked down to earth, and exactly what Lily was describing. He looked at Harry being locked away in cupboard. He turned his head and saw how Saraan was nursing Remus slowly back to health while taking care of her brother and juggling her job all at once. Sirius pained him the most. He saw his daughter being pulled out of his arms, and then Sirius was carted away to Azkaban.
He looked at all of his friends, and then at Callisto. To him she seemed to be a symbol; a definite symbol. He watched as she boarded the plane that would take her to Illinois where she'd start her new job. He saw she had one word in her mind, just one word… Hope. She somehow knew every thing might come together one day… one day.