Disclamer: I own nothing but the plot.

A/N. Sorry for the skip. I really didn't feel like doing a funeral. There too depressing.

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James woke three hours later to find Sirius, Sara, their daughter, and Remus in the living room with him. "Good night, James." Sirius said.

"Good afternoon to you too." James replied. "Let me go put him in his bed and I'll be right back." Sirius nodded. James gently got up, and carried Harry to their bedroom. He set the sleeping Harry down in his crib. He was getting kind of big for it, but was still to small to fit in a normal sized bed. ' I really should stop feeling sorry for myself and think of Harry. He's the last thing I've got left of her.' James thought.

James walked back into the living room. " So, how are you guys tonight?"

"We're fine." Sirius said. "What about you? Are you doing okay?"

"I'm still here, aren't I?" James said.

"We've got somethings to discuss, James." Remus said.

"Like what?"

"Like what day the funerals going to be on." Sara said, quietly.

"Oh," James said. "Lets see."

"We called the funeral home and the only day there open is Tuesday." Sirius said.

"That will do." James said. "And don't worry about clothing, I know just the thing."

"Okay." Sara said. "How's Harry doing. I mean, is he taking the death okay?"

"Yeah, I think so." James said. "I mean he's only one. How do you expect him to react?"

"True." Sara said "But I think he's alot sharper and smarter than you think."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sirius asked.

"It means he's like his dad and mum mixed together." Sara said. "He can catch onto things very quickly like James can, and he's very smart like Lily is- was." she corrected herself.

"True, true." Remus said "So, James. Have any idea what kind of house your moving into?"

"No." James answered. "I figure I'll just get something small. I mean, its just Harry and I right?"

"Yeah." Sirius said. "You know, I think I'll join that kid in bed. I'm tired too."

"Same here."

"Yeah" James said. "See you in the morning guys."

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Four days later James stood looking at the ground. It had been Lily's funeral today. They had made a headstone themselves, being wizards, it didn't take three month. The headstone said:

Lily Marie Potter
December 6, 1960-October 31, 1981
Wife of James H. Potter
Mother to Harry J. Potter
May you reast in peace forever...

James closed his eyes. He still was trying to accept the fact that she was gone. He didn't want ot beleive it. "I didn't even get to say goodbye." he wispred to her grave. "I never told you how much I loved you. I never told you how much you ment to me. I don't think I can live without you, Lily."

But then he looked down and saw his son. He was part of Lily. Where would Harry go if James died. He knew he had a reason to live. It was to be with his son.

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Later that night...

James sat up, listeing to Lily's voice on tape. She had made a tape for him while they were daiting, it was her singing. ABBA songs, country songs, etc.... She was muggle-born after all. The door cracked open and James heard a small voice. "Daddy?"

"Whats the matter, Harry." James asked, concerend

"I"m scared." Harry said. "Can I sweep with you?"

"Sure baby." James said. Many people would think James calling Harry 'baby' would be a little weird, but he didn't care. He just cared for his son. "Come here." James picked him up and set him on the bed.

"Daddy?" Harry asked again. "Thats mommys voice, huh?"

"Yes it is." James answered

"Can we sweep with it on?"

"Sure" James said as he laid down. He pulled Harry beside him and kissed the top of his head. "I love you Harry. I love you so much."

" I wove you to, Dad." Harry said, sleeply.

Together, they fell asleep.