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Ch. 14 Dun Dun Dun 2

Lily was giggling in the hands of her husband as he lay on top of her, whispering sweet nothings and ridiculous jokes in her ear when she felt her wrist catch on fire. She yelped and seeing the horror in her eyes, James got off of her looking worried. She looked into his eyes, "he's here," was all she said before throwing aside the covers and dashing towards the door with her bare feet making an odd sound on the wood flooring as she ran to her sons aide.

"HARRY!" she yelled as she ran towards his door, ignoring the splitting pain in her wrist while her feet hurt because of the splat they made as she ran, "HARRY!" she yelled again and nearly ran into the door as she opened it with her wand. The site terrified her, Hermione was cowering behind Harry who was looking at the tall, horrible figure that was Voldermort.

When he heard the door, he turned around and faced his greatest enemy, save Harry of course. "Well, well, well," he hissed, "if it isn't Mrs. Potter, famous for her legendary death at the hands of Lord Voldermort."

"But you seem to forget a detail," said Lily looking at Harry from the corner of her eyes. Voldermort could kill her right there on the spot just so long as Harry was ok. "My son killed you that night, remember?"

Sirius and James ran into the room, Sirius running into his best friend after his abrupt stop at the same site his wife had witnessed. "Shit," Sirius whispered and all James could do was nod and listen to the conversation between the Devil's Twin, and God's favorite Angle.

What she had said seemed to have effected him, "he's suffered at my hands, like you have!" he hissed slowly walking towards her.

She was thankful, it would give her son some breathing room and a chance to run for it till she noticed that a short hooded Death Eater was approaching him. She didn't know how but she knew for a fact that that was Peter Pettigrew. "Don't be so modest," Lily said sarcastically, "now, let's get back to business, what the hell are you doing here? I thought you were still cowering behind you great Army of spineless Death Eaters….very much like little Peter here."

Sirius and James's ears pricked up and looked at the man Lily had motioned to, "that son of a bitch!" cried Sirius drawing attention to himself.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" James yelled and made to dash to Harry, who seemed to be doing fine on his own, but was stopped at the cautious glance his wife gave him.

"I came here because I wanted to see for myself whether or not you really were alive," he said, "I thought you would've died."

"Nope, I've been living and thriving and watching with great amusement as my son defied you over and over and over again," she said. James had seen her in this type of situation before, and it never stopped freaking him out every time he heard her usually bright, and cheery voice turn so cold and almost as evil as Voldermorts, but that was one of her powers. "Tell me Tommy, how did it feel to see your servant burn at the hands of my son, literally! Or when he escaped your 'perfect plan'. Note the sarcasm in my voice," she said with a smile that could just kill. As many people say, if looks could kill, there wouldn't have even been a wisp of Voldermort left.

"I WILL NOT TEOLERATE BEING SPOKEN TO LIKE THAT!" he bellowed and sent a spark of green towards her.

She expertly stepped out of the way and let the sparks explode the large closet full of her sons clothe, "you'd better pay for that," she said. She opened her palm in his directions and a blast of sickeningly red sparks shot to Voldermort and hit him square in the chest, knocking him out.

"Harry, what's going on?" Hermione whimpered, her hands still on her boyfriends back as they watched the battle surge on between the worlds most powerful wizards.

He shook his head, "I don't know."

The entire house had gathered at Harry's porthole, horror struck. Wouldn't you be?

"Look, you saw that I'm alive with your own eyes," Lily pressed wanting to somehow get Voldermort out of her house, to get Harry to safety, to protect her James. "You and Pete can leave know."

At the mention of his name, Peter, whose face was masked in white, looked towards her. Nearly jumping at the site of James and Sirius, growling and nearly barring their teeth resembling a pack of blood thirsty wolves.

"No no no my dear," Voldermort said advancing on Lily, the throbbing in her wrist increased by a billionth, but she knew there was less pain for her son now, "I came, I saw you were alive and protecting you precious son, and know I want to see you dead, with your son right beside you," he said, "lying dead right next to you like he should've last time we met."

She was trying her best not to let him get to her, but he was. She fought hard for the results of his taunting not to show on her face, and in that respect she succeeded, "but, refresh my memory, what happened last time we met? Oh! I remember, my son weakened you, banished you, you could say. You wouldn't want history to repeat it self would you? For the 6th time now?"

The tip of Voldermorts wand exploded with green sparks that hit Lily full force. She fell on the ground so hard that James, who was about to have a heart attack, could've sworn he felt the pain as well. She was on her hands and knees now, in front of Voldermort. Her breathing was uneven, her body was shuddering sickeningly, and she turned red as she suppressed countless screams of pain. But that was the last thing James Potter's wife was willing to do, let Voldermort know that he hurt her. ((AN: I wanted to stop here and had planned something WAY different then this…so be thankful I didn't leave the mother of all cliffhangers like last time))

Suddenly her body stopped writhing, her eyes were bloodshot, her nose had started to bleed freely like her lip. She looked up to see that only Peter was left, she didn't know what she had missed but his mask was off. Lily could swear that Sirius or James had something to do with that. "Peter," she said surprising herself with her hoarse voice. She stared right into his eyes, wanting to hit the guiltiest, most torturous nerve in his puny little brain. She wanted him to see what he'd put her through, what he'd put his best friends through.

Peter was stunned as her bloodshot, green eyes pierced into the slits in his face he called eyes. Guilt, the guilt that had been happily and deservedly riding his shoulders, redoubled as she looked at him with haunted eyes. They were the eyes of a mother who would sacrifice her life for her son, they were the eyes of a mother that was ripped away from her flesh and blood, they were the eyes of a women who had been put through a great ordeal because her close friend and screwed up in an unbelievable way.

With tears apparent in his eyes, he disappeared after his master and who she thought had been Luscious Malfoy, with a pop as she heard the sound of running feet coming towards her. "Mom!" she heard Harry cry as he slid on his knees towards her, "mom, are you alright?" he asked, his green eyes bursting with worry.

She nodded as James gingerly helped her sit on his lap. He knew for a fact that after the Carciatus Curse, sitting on the bare ground was the worst idea ever and his lap was the best place he could spot right then. "Lily, where are you hurt?"

She looked at him as if he was nuts, "where do you think?" she whispered letting her head fall on his shoulder, closing her eyes as she thought she was going to lose consciousness.

"Should we take her to St. Mungos?" she heard Molly ask, tears evident in her voice.

She felt James move his head in agreement, "no," she said strongly.

"Lil, you're hurt," Remus's voice stated firmly.

"No, really?" she asked looking at him, then closing them after looking into his eyes for a second.

"Lily, that wasn't an ordinary, Death Eater Carciatus," James said in her ear, gingerly wrapping his arms around her.

"I know," she told him.

James's heart was skipping, he could guarantee that it had actually stopped a few beats when he saw her on the floor. "Then let's go," he said helping her up. She swayed a bit but he was, like always, there to help her stand on her feet.

"I just need to lie down…"

He cut her off, "my ass, you're bleeding Lil," he said, he looked at Harry who was being checked over by Sirius, "I'll see you in a bit ok kiddo?"

Harry nodded, "can I come?"

"No!" Lily nearly yelled, "I think it would be better if you guys went back to Hogwarts, safer that way."

The most disappointed look crossed her sons face, "another Christmas ruined," he sighed.

"No, it's not," Lily said, "we'll spend Christmas at our house in the US, deal? I'm not letting Voldermort destroy our first Christmas together."

"Neither am I," James said, "but the place might be crawling with Death Eaters in like twenty minutes, you're all safer at Hogwarts," he said looking around at the terrified looking occupants of the house.

"You're right," Arthur said.

"What do you want us to tell the House-Elves James?" Remus asked, he looked worst then he did after a full moon, and that's saying something.

"Tell them to transport to the mansion in the US, in Maine, Crabbapple Cove," he said, "tell them to make a port-key for all over you since you don't know the way, Cookie will do the trick. Tell Dumbeldore everything that happened. I have some wards up at the house, but I'd feel better if you made a few adjusting touches Padfoot."

Remus and Sirius nodded since they were the only ones who were familiar with the Potter house elves, mostly because James's parents invited the Marauders over one summer and by wrecking havoc the kids had become familiar with the house elves, who loved the laughs hated the noise and mess. And out of the group they were the only ones who really knew how to put up protective wards against the Dark side.

"Thanks," James said, and with one last look at their worried looking son, the Potters Dissaparated to St. Mungos.

"That was terrifying," Hermione cried throwing her arms around Harry's neck surprising everyone except Sirius, whom Harry had confessed to.

"I know, it's over," he told her.

"What were you doing in Harry's bedroom at 4 in the morning anyway?" Lloyd asked frowning.

"That's what I'd like to know," Ron said putting his hands on his hips expectantly.

So, as Harry and Hermione made jaws drop by the truth, Lily and James arrived at the reception area of the magical hospital. The women sitting at the front desk almost caused her eyes to pop out at the site of the presumably dead Potters. But thanks to the Prophet, the entire Wizarding World knew what had happened that night.

Not giving details, James quickly explained what had happened and did not drop names since he saw that the women already knew who had attacked.

After numerous gulps of disguising, thick potions and countless remedies to ease her pain, Lily sat horizontal on one of the beds in the hospital. It was 9:30 the same morning, James was sleeping in an awkward position, his body sitting in a chair that Lily was sure would hurt his butt while he rested his head on the side of Lily's bed, well her leg. She looked at his beautiful face as he gently breathed and smiled at the feeling of her hands in his hair.

She loved him so much, and seeing Peter, not Voldermort, Peter that night and really shaken her up. Not because of herself, but because she knew how betrayed her husband had felt. James easily trusted people, whether to his advantage or not, he did. And when that factor of trust was bruised it was just horrendous to see him suffer. Lily had seen many horrors in her day, some neglect at home because she was adopted, the ever present torture of being a "mud-Blood" or "fresh meat" at Hogwarts, or the feeling of having so much power in her finger tips, she didn't trust humanity. She didn't believe in the race. But James never ceased, through any form of torture, believing in the greater good. Of course, his point of humans being really kind when they pulled together was proven more then often. Like when something terrible happened, like a Tsunami, everyone came together to help. But more often was the factor of deep hatred, wars waging on in every single corner of the world, even the wars in the past were something that couldn't be ignored. While one corner of the world pulled strongly together, held hands and sang Koombia, another country or corner was planning on bombarding another country. Humans are never nice to each other, they don't trust each other. But James Potter never ever stopped believing in People. (AN: that's kinda my boyfriend right there…Couldn't help but put that aspect of him in my version of Jimmy Potter))

Peter had betrayed James's trust in more then ways then one. He still believed in the greater good, but he was hurt beyond reason, and Lily and Sirius could see that. Lily more then Sirius, but he still saw the appearance of heart ache beneath the joking surface. "You alright Lil?" he whispered his eyes flickering open.

She nodded, "I still think this was too drastic, Cookie or Mole could've fixed me up," she said.

"I think St. Mungo Healers are more qualified then a Potter house elf," he nodded smiling.

"I think so too," she smiled, she put her hand on his cheek. "I'm really sorry babe."

His eyebrow shot up, "why? For what?"

"For everything, mainly Peter," she said.

He looked at his shoes at the mention of his former friends name, "Peter wasn't your fault."

"I know, but I'm still sorry," she said.

He nodded, "I am too…I just never thought that he, that innocent kid that would tail Sirius and me around school would ever be so terrible to us! I mean…he was like my baby brother!"

"Believe me, Andrew can never be measured up to," she smiled, "but Peter was drunk with power, I know the feeling."

He sat on the edge of the bed, she was slightly sitting straight so they were eye to eye, "talk to me."

She smiled, "when you have all these abilities, when you have so much…dominance, control over people you have a tendency of forgetting about people, ya know?"

"When have you felt this way?" he frowned surprised.

"4 a.m." she answered looking out of the window.

Putting his finger under her chin, he turned her face towards him, "I didn't see you drunk with power."

"I did," she smiled, "I was just being…I was being something I wasn't because I knew that I could hurt Voldermort. I wanted to do it but that would just put you guys in more danger. Voldermorts wrath is something I'm not chancing on. But I forgot about you and Harry and everyone else, I just wanted to use my power to hurt him…since I can't kill the bastard."

He nodded, "but I would call that bravery," he winked.

She smiled, glad that he didn't hate her for thinking herself superior at times. She moved forward and put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "I love you so much," she whispered.

"I know," he said, "I love you too."

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Queen Elizabeth 1 ( ) Thanks for the flame! I really am improving my spelling skills, I think, what about the rest of the story and i'm working on the background. I already have the chapter typed but i don't know how to stick it in here, i need time.