A/N: Sorry, it's been so long. Like a month or something. I've been very busy and I had trouble trying to continue the story, but here is another chapter.

James could not believe that his own best friends did not believe him. He was hoping so badly that he'd be able to convince them because it was very important to. He wasn't able to stop Tom Riddle by himself. He had only one best friend left to convince and it was none other than Peter Pettigrew. Just then, Peter entered, asking James what Sirius and Remus were mumbling about.

"I heard them say something about you going crazy and saying lunatic things."

"Peter, it's just that…I don't really want to say."

"And why not?"

"Because you'd never believe me."

"Try me."

"Look, if you don't believe me, I'll be terribly disappointed. I'll be sadder than I already am, Peter."

"Say it, James."

James drew a deep breath before answering. "I think Tom Riddle is a bad guy."

There was a short moment of silence, then Peter laughed. "Is that it? Your dislike for Riddle is a secret?"

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, I think he is really evil. You know when Hagrid petrified all those muggle borns with a Basilisk?"

"Yes."

"I don't think it's Hagrid. I think it's Riddle. And I know that for certain he is responsible for the deaths of Marcus, Henriette, and Harold."

Peter stepped back a bit, somewhat shocked. He was stunned at how James figured it all out. "How…are you so sure?"

"I saw him talk about it. He had meetings of some sort with all these hooded people. Look, I know it sounds totally insane but it's true! Besides, Tom Riddle really is insane. He's bloody crazy! He's got people working for him. He commands them to kill and to do all these horrid tasks."

Peter did not say a word. He was too busy wondering how James was able to discover all of this.

"I knew it. You don't believe me. Just forget it, Peter. Forget I said a word."

"How do you know about these meetings? Where have you seen them?"

"By the Forbidden Forest."

"And he hasn't caught you?"

"No, well not yet anyway. I've been hiding behind bushes the whole time."

Peter nodded thoughtfully.

"So you believe me," James asked, hope surmounting.

"I might. I just might."

Later that night, when it was almost bedtime, James had the urge to desperately go to Lily and warn her about Tom. Tom was even more dangerous than he had imagined, or even expected. He knew he vowed to never speak to her again but this time was urgent. Very urgent. It had been a long while since they had spoken to each other, and there was great awkwardness between them. Even if he held a slight grudge against her, and was afraid to

meet her again, it was no reason to prevent saving her life. It was necessary for him to see her once again. Her last words hurt him deeply and cut a small wound in his heart but he had no choice.

He went downstairs to the Gryffindor common room and found it empty save one person, Lily. She wanted to be alone and to rethink everything that has happened. The dead body she had seen still haunted her and she was feeling regrets about it.

The fire was still on with its flickering flames, casting dancing lights that surrounded the room. Lily was seated on a comfortable red velvet armchair.

"Lily?"

She turned around at the sound of her name and saw James slowly walking up to her.

"James? What are you doing here? I thought everyone's gone to bed."

"Everyone except for me. I wanted to speak to you."

She frowned. "I thought you never wanted to speak to me."

"NEVER WANTED to speak to you?! I've always wanted to speak to you. I just promised myself not to."

"I can see that you've broken your promise."

James sat on his knees on the carpeted floor right in front of her. "It's important. I've come here to warn you."

"About what? About Tom Riddle?"

"Yes."

"Oh please, James, I've had enough of your theories about my boyfriend."

"He's a murderer, Lily, a cold blooded murderer. You refuse to see it because you're in love with him, but he truly is. I saw him."

"You saw him kill?"

"Not quite. I saw him with a group of followers. He commanded them to kill. You know Harold and Henrietta and Marcus? They're all dead because of him. I saw Henrietta and Marcus' bodies."

"What? No, no you didn't. Tom didn't kill anybody. He wouldn't," Lily protested.

"He did. I saw him with his followers by the Forbidden Forest for two nights."

"Late at night? You probably didn't seen properly. It could not have been Tom."

"Oh, I saw Tom's face alright, and his voice is very distinct. His figure, his body, I recognize it. It's easy to tell, even at the darkest of the night. Henrietta, Marcus, and Harold did not just disappear. They DIED."

"I know Harold died," Lily muttered.

"What?"

"I know Harold died."

"How do you know?"

"He died right in front of us. I saw his fresh body. It was so horrible. But Tom didn't kill him. Tom was with me!"

"No but he ordered his group of followers to kill him."

"Why would he kill him? What did Harold ever do to him?"

"Nothing. I told you. They're all innocent. Tom is a sadistic, psychotic-"

"Shut up! Just shut up! I love Tom and he loves me. He wouldn't hurt a man."

James nodded very slowly. "You may think that love always wins over evil, but it does not. It simply resides with evil. Tom was responsible for all those petrifications as well. Not Hagrid. Besides, if you knew Harold was dead, why didn't you tell the Headmaster?"

"Because…because…Tom told me not to."

"That's because he's responsible for Harold's death!"

Lily shook her head vigorously. "I don't care what you say. I won't believe it."

"I didn't expect you to. I just want you to take what I said into thought, maybe even into consideration. I don't want you to get hurt, Lily. I don't want Tom to kill you too."

"Even if he was a murderer, he wouldn't kill me. He loves me. You don't kill someone you love unless there is good reason."

"He's crazy. He can do anything. He can kill you even if he loves you with all his heart."

"But he can't live without me!"

"I'm sure he can. What he can't live without is power. Just watch yourself, Lily. And please, whatever you do, don't tell Tom I told you this."

"I won't," Lily whispered.

"Good night." And so James left Lily into even deeper thought.