Sorry it took so long to update. Bit of a roadblock. I'm terrible at writing funerals, which is why its super short and not even close to how I wanted it.

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Chapter 20: attack

This chapter isn't edited. So if there are any mistakes feel free to yell at me.

(Lily POV)

The next morning I woke up feeling…refreshed. Clean. The New Year meant a new beginning. I felt as if the previous night all my problems from the year vanished. The year was like a clean canvas, just waiting for me to pick up a brush and paint it. Even if I was feeling completely happy, inside I was shattering. I got up and headed towards my closet, taking out a long black dress.

Today was Katie and Michelle's funeral.

I slowly got ready, wishing I could avoid the whole thing. But sooner than later, I found myself putting on the lily necklace from James (Whom gave it back to me) and grabbing my keys.

"Bree?" I asked knocking on her door, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah," Bree said coming out of her room and wiping her tears, "I was just…looking at the silly Hogwarts scrapbook."

"Come on," I said sadly, "Let's go get Sirius and James."

Bree and I got into my car and picked up Sirius and James, who looked just as depressed, and drove towards the funeral home.

When we walked into the funeral home I wanted to turn around and cry. James squeezed my head and gave me confidence to walk forward and say a prayer.

I stared quietly down at the two coffins in front of me. I immediately started to cry and I couldn't stop it. Barely anybody in this room really knew what happened. Most of Katie's family knew, because she was pureblood. But Michelle, on the other hand, was a muggle born. The thought of no one in her family really knowing how she died made me terribly sad.

Yet, I was glad they didn't know how she died.

It was a terrible thing for him to do. Completely terrible. I couldn't take it anymore as thoughts of Voldemort flashed through my mind. What did happen the night they passed away? No one really knew what happened. All that was known, was he used the killing curse.

James wrapped his arms around me and steered me away from the coffins. We stood quietly in each others arms as we watched them lower the coffins in the ground.

I glanced over at James whose face was completely blank. His usual joyous grin had faded and his eyes were dark and cold, yet no tears were falling. But I knew, inside, he was falling to pieces. He had lost his only sister.

James' parents came up from behind us and hugged James tightly.

"We'll get through this, mum," James said, his voice cracking.

I apparated outside of James' apartment and knocked on the door. Sirius opened the door happily and invited me in.

"You're lover is in his room." Sirius said closing the door behind me.

"Thanks," I said making my way towards James' closed door. I stopped and knocked.

"Go away, Sirius," James yelled.

I giggled and opened the door slowly.

"Sirius, I said-" James put whatever he was looking at under his pillow and turned around, but stopped quickly, "Lily!"

I laughed as James jumped up from his bed and hugged me tightly.

"I'm not Sirius," I giggled again.

"No, you're not," James smirked, "You're much better than Sirius."

LI looked around at James' room, "Very interesting," she said looking at a stuffed animal in the corner.

"That's Sirius," James blushed.

"Right," Lily said looking at the teddy bear, "Kind of looks like that bear you got me in second year and I threw it back at you and told you to eat it."

"Yeah, it does kind of resemble it, doesn't it?" James asked scratching the back of his head.

I sat down on his bed, "So what were you doing?"

"Nothing." James said heading towards his pillow. Unfortunately for him, I was quicker. I reached under his pillow and pulled out a thin light blue book. I stepped out of James' reach and read the cover, "You Know You're in Love When…by Lillian Evans." I smirked, "You bought my book?"

"Well, actually, I bought it when it first came out."

"Really?" I smiled, "Did you like it?"

"This is actually my first time reading it," James said putting the book on his desk, "I thought-"

"You thought it was about Jacque?" I said, as if I was reading his mind.

"Well, yeah," James replied, "Did you write it when you were with him?"

I paused to think, "I started to write it when I was sort of dating you."

"Really?" James smiled, "So you did like me a lot, eh?"

I carefully opened the front page and smiled, "Dedicated to the one I love, may you be happy…wherever you are."

"Is that about me?" James laughed.

"No," I rolled my eyes, "Who else would it be about?"

James shrugged and kissed me on the cheek, "Let's get out of here."

"Where do you plan on going?" I asked closing the book and putting it on his bedside table.

James shrugged, "Diagon Alley?"

I glanced out the window at the gloomy clouds, "You don't think it will rain, do you?"

James smirked, "Might! Come on, let's go."

James grabbed my hand and led me out of his room.

"We'll be back later, Sirius," James said taking his jacket out of the closet.

"Where are you guys going?" Sirius asked, eating his pancakes.

"Diagon Alley," I replied.

Sirius nodded his head, "Sounds good. I was going to drop by Bree anyway."

"If she's even up," I rolled my eyes.

"That's okay," Sirius smirked, "I think I'll go now."

Sirius put his dishes in the sink, put on his jacket, and apparated out.

"Are you ready to go?" James asked, locking the door.

"Yeah," I replied as we walked towards the fireplace so we could floo.

"After you, m'dear," James smiled and held the pot out.

I carefully grabbed a handful of ashes and walked into the fire. I dropped the powder and clearly yelled, "The leaky cauldron!"

Soon, James' smiling face disappeared and I found myself spinning so fast that I was sick to my stomach. The spinning quickly stopped and I was immediately thrown out of the fireplace. I stood still, trying to catch my balance, before James came flying out after me.

"Are you okay?" he asked when he noticed I was holding my head.

"Yeah, just a little light headed," I replied smiling, "Don't worry about it. I usually don't get sick from it."

James nodded his head and looked around the empty pub. He frowned, "I wonder where everyone is."

I shrugged, "That's odd. Why wouldn't anyone be here?"

"Maybe there's something exciting going on in Diagon Alley today," James shrugged, leading to the back of the bar, "Or maybe everyone is still asleep. We are here quite early."

"That's true," I nodded as James took out his wand and tapped the bricks. After he tapped them, they started to separate and form a passageway.

The moment I walked into Diagon Alley my stomach dropped. Black smoke clouds filled the air, screams were heard from all over, people were laying in the street, children and their parents were running everywhere.

Diagon Alley…was under attack.

I quickly gripped James' hand, "James, we need to get help! The Aurors must have been distracted or something!"

"Where are they?" he asked as he whipped out his wand and prepared to battle. We quickly ran through the streets, looking for the cause of the attack.

"We need to get help!" I cried.

"Don't worry, you silly girl," A cold voice said from behind us, "No one will hear you scream."

James turned around quickly and stood in front of me, "What do you want?"

The dark blood red eyes stared back at James from under his cloak.

"Are you afraid someone will see you here?" James asked, referring to his cloak, "Afraid you might get caught?"

"I am never scared," he sneered, "But you, Potter, should be scared of death."

"I'm not afraid of you," James growled, pushing me behind him, "Fight me like a man."

"I am no man," he yelled, "I am a wizard. A very powerful wizard. And you, Potter, are making a big mistake."

"How is that?" he asked.

"Because I am going to kill you before you cause anymore problems." He growled, "You and you're family."

James followed Voldemort's gaze, which was upon me, and turned back towards him, "Leave her alone."

"That wont be necessary," Voldemort said taking his wand out.

As if on command, Aurors appeared and were ready to fight. One by one, they fought off the death eaters. But the battle seemed never ending, the Death Eaters had outnumbered the Aurors, by quite a few.

The battle lasted for what seemed hours. James, Voldemort, and I dueled for hours. All I wanted to do was hurt Voldemort. Several times as I was stuck in my thoughts I was knocked against a wall from his spell. Voldemort seemed to get even madder everytime James cursed him, or he missed a spell. He didn't care about all the Aurors around him, for some reason he wouldn't stop fighting. After almost three hours of intense battle, Dumbledore appeared and was ready to take on Voldemort. But seeing as they were both powerful wizards, they didn't do much damage. After another hour or so, Voldemort and the Death Eaters disappeared.

"That was terrible," I said hugging James, who's arm was turning green.

"I'm afraid it's not over," Dumbledore said, wiping his glasses on his robes, "It's only the beginning."

"The beginning?" I asked, confused.

"What do you mean, Professor?" James asked, who was equally confused.

"You'll find out sooner or later." Dumbledore said, staring at the victims around him, "Shall we help everyone get to the hospital?"

"Yes, of course," I replied.

"Mate," I turned around and saw Sirius rushing towards us.

"I'm so glad you are okay," I said hugging him.

"I'm okay," Sirius said, his face red and tear stained, "But Bree isn't."

My heart felt as if it had stopped beating. Sitting in the waiting room in the hospital felt like the longest wait of my life. Terrible thoughts were running through my mind. The only thing I wanted, was to talk to Bree.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Black?" The nurse asked James.

"No, I am," Sirius said, standing up.

"Are you here for Miss Turner," she asked.

Sirius nodded his head, "How is she?"

"She got pretty beat up." The nurse said sadly, "We did everything we could."

"You mean?" I asked, my voice cracking, "She's-"

"No, no," the nurse replied quickly, "Miss Turner is going to be okay. But she's pretty beat up and I expect she'll have to stay here overnight."

"Thank God," Sirius said, letting his breath out. I think we were all holding our breaths, "Can we see her?"

"Of course, right this way," the nurse said leading the way to her room.

"Miss Turner?" the nurse asked when we entered the room, "You have some visiters."

Bree slowly turned her face to look at the door and smiled weakly, "Hi."

"Bree!" I cried rushing forward. She really was beat up. She had a black and blue eye and her clothes were torn, "We were so worried about you."

"Worried about me?" she laughed, "Yeah, right. I certainly showed that Death Eater. You guys shouldn't be worried about me, you should be worried about Remus and Ashley."

"Remus and Ashley were at the battle?" James asked, "I thought they went out of town?"

"They were there," Bree said squinting, "I saw them fighting with Voldemort."

"We were fighting with Voldemort." I said confused.

"You fought with Voldemort after they did." Bree explained, "They had to be taken out of the battle before you guys got there."

"Oh my gosh," I said, covering my mouth, "Are they okay?"

"They'll be fine," Bree replied, "I checked into them before I came in here."

"We should go see how their doing," James suggested, "Would that be alright, Bree?"

"Certainly!" she replied, acting as if she wasn't black and blue and lying in a hospital room, "Can you guys sneak me back something to eat? The food here isn't the best."

Sirius smiled, "I'll stay here with Bree, tell Remus that I'll come by in a bit, will you?"

"Definitely," I nodded before hugging Bree carefully, "We'll be back."

James and I quickly made our way through the hallways to Ashley and Remus' room. When we walked in we realized Bree was right, they were beaten up very badly.

"Hey buddy," James said softly.

"Hi," Remus smiled weakly, "It's been along time since I've been in one of these."

"Indeed it has," Ashley joined in, from the other bed, "How are you guys?"

"Not as bad as you," I said sadly, "How are you guys feeling?"

"Eh," Remus shrugged, "He didn't get the best of us."

"He was quite odd though," Ashley said, "He seemed like he really wanted to kill us."

"Same with us," I replied, "I expect he just wanted to get us out of the way."

"Maybe," Ashley nodded her head, "But I think there's more to it."