A/N: Yay! Reviewers! Reviewers make my day!
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Also thanks to SugarMama for reviewing. The answer to your question is that there was a sleeping baby in the next room. James was forced to contain himself.

Back to the story: this was a rather hard chapter to write, since it's sad, so sorry if it doesn't meet up with your expectations. Let me know what you think.

James pulled out his wand and popped from Sirius's kitchen to his own. From the second he arrived, he knew something was wrong. He heard Harry crying from upstairs in his crib. James looked around and noticed that the front door was open. He held out his wand at the ready as he started checking out the house.

"Lily? Lily, where are you?" he asked as he searched the entire downstairs. Harry's cries continued to ring out.

'Lily? Why aren't you answering me?" he asked as he climbed the stairs. As he reached the top, he saw that the door to the nursery was open. As he approached the room, he saw Lily's body crumpled at the foot of the crib.

"Lily!" he screamed as he ran to her and collapsed beside her body, cradling her head in his lap.

"Lily? Lily, baby, please wake up. Please. Don't leave me. You can't. I need you. Harry needs you. Wake up."

James laid his body out next o hers, crying inot her hair. He lay like that for a while before he hear a faint pop downstairst, but ignored it. Whoever it was walked upstairs and stopped when they got to the nursery. James, feeling drained, finally got up and turned to see who had entered his house. He felt a new wave of misery sweep over him when he saw Sirius standing there with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"How'd you know to come?" James asked.

Sirius handed his friend a crumpled piece of parchment that he had been holding tight in his hand. James opened it up and saw two words in Lily's handwring—He's here.

"That came not too long after you left. I'm so sorry, James."

James, as if hearing his son's cries for the first time, turned away from his friend and pulled Harry from his crib.

"It's not like it's your fault. If anybody's it's mine. If I had been here—"

"If you had been here, you'd be dead, too. Then who would Harry have?"

"He'd have you."

Harry had quit crying, but had buried himself in his father's chest.

"Dumbledore needs to know." Sirius said.

A pop sounded in the kitchen.

"He already does." James said before heading downstairs. The white haired man with the long beard and half moon spectacled was waiting in the kitchen when they got there.

"Mr. Potter, I am dreadfully sorry for your loss, but I must also inform you that there is some good news to go along with the bad."

"And that would be . . .?"

"When Voldemort came here tonight, it wasn't to kill your wife. She died to save Harry. Because of that, a curse was placed on your son that caused the spell to backfire. No, I don't believe that Voldemort is dead, but I do believe it will be a long while before he can gain power again."

James looked down at his son and noticed rfor the first time the lightning bolt cut on his forehead.

"I-I don't understand."

"Perhaps another time when your mind is a bit clearer, hmm?"

James just nodded his head.

"Very well then. I still have another important stop to make, so if you gentlemen will excuse me . . ."

With a loud pop, Dumbledore was gone.

"Padfoot, do you mind if Harry and I stay with you for a while? I just don't think icould face it here right now."

"Sure mate, My house is open to you for however long you need it."

"Thanks."

James went to put Harry in his play pen, but he wouldn't let go of his father's shirt.

"Harry, I really need you to stay down here. Will you at least go to Sirius?"

Harry agreed to this and was handed over to his godfather.

"Thanks, mate. This may take a while."

James heavily sighed as he trudged up the stairs. Knowing what needed to be done, he went to the nursery and looked at Lily's dead body before picking her up. She felt so lifeless. So cold. He carried her into the badroom where he laid her on the bed and tucked her in. he brused some strands of her hair out of her face and felt a new wave of tears come over him.

"I'm so sorry, Lily. I should have listened to you. I should hav e been here to protect you. I didn't eve tell you I love you before I left. I failed you. I don't know how I'm going to go on without you, but I know I must. For Harry. He's all I have left of you. I'll see you everytime I look into his eyes. Iw ish I could just wake up and this would all be a horrible dream and you would be there to comfort me. I'm so sorry, Lily."

With that said, he leaned over and kissed her cold forehead and got up. He magically packed the necessities for him and Harry, then walked bsck downstairs where whe saw that Harry had fallen asleep in Sirius's arms..

"Hey, you ready?" Sirius asked when James entered the room. The sound of Sirius's voice woke Harry. When he looked around the room and saw his father, he immediately reached out for him.

"How about I take your bags and you take your son?" he proposed as the two men switched. They then pulled out their wands and apparated to Sirius's house. James took the bags from Sirius and trudged up the stairs to the room that had been his when he and Sirius lived together before he and Lily got married. He laid the bags on the bed, conjured up a carib for Harry, and tried to put Harry in it, only to result in his tiny hands grab tighter on James's cloak and start to fuss.

"Harry, don't do this, please. I'm sorry I left. I shouldn't have left you and Mum. But I'm here now. I'm not going to leave you again."

This seemed to satisfy Harry and he let go of his father. A few minutes later, after James had emptied the bags and put clothes in drawers, Sirius knocked on the door.

"It's your house. Do you really need to knock?" James replied.

When Sirius entered the room whe saw James sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

"Here, Prongs. Drink this." he said, handing James a goblet.

"Will it make me wake up and find out that this is all just a really bad dream?" he asked as he took it from him.

"Not, but it'll make you have a dreamless sleep."

"You know what the worst part about all of this is?"

"What?"

"She was pregnant"

"What? How come I didn't know?"

"She only found out yesterday. She would've been due in April."

"Prongs, I—I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. You've been more than a good friend tonight."

"Just doing my job."