A/N: OMG, I HAVE REVIEWERS! If you left me a review, look for your name right…here:

Clueless Bystander: Yes, Elli, you are my first reviewer, go u. I said I worship my reviewers, not my stalkers. :insert evil grin: I'm sorry that you don't like that I'm working so much on Aliep's story, but you'll have to deal. You are at my mercy! Muahahahahahahhahahahahahahaha!

Robbie cupcake-girl: So glad you liked it!

James+lily4eva: I'll update, don't worry. Well, if you're reading this, I've updated, so…

Waterfaerie15: THANK U FOR THINKING I'M FUNNY! I wanted my fic to have lots of hilarity in it. :insert evil grin: did I do a good job?

Butlerphan666: You must be the only person on earth who likes cliffies. THANK YOU!

S: Thanks for reviewing! Sorry this took so long….

Mkiara: So you really think it's good? Wow. THANK U MUCH!

Jordie: I think you've finally lost it Shorty. I am SO not better than JK! I think El and I should take you to have your head examined… Either that or I'll pay to have El examine your head. NOT THE PINK ELEPHANT!

Momjii: Encouragement is good! It keeps me writing! Actually, that's not true. The little Lily, James, Missy, Sirius, Joan, and Remus in my head keep me writing, but only because they threaten to blast their stereo if I don't let them out…

Nerdysunny: I agree that cliffies should be banished to Siberia. I think together, we could do it! Meet me in the Forbidden Forest on the 32 of May. Bring a Hello Kitty crowbar, a packet of cheesy ranch flavoring, a can of neon yellow spray paint, flesh-eating slug repellent, a watermelon blowpop, a blue butterfly net and last, but not least, two wands. One made of rosewood, swishy, good for charms, dragon heartstrings. The other willow, bendy, good for transfiguration, hair of veela. Ooh, and lots of chocolate in cough case of cough dementors. See you there!

Karatekid: I'm sorry, Lily's not a cutter. Yet. I mean, she could be a cutter if you wanted. But I didn't write her has a cutter. But I could write her as a cutter. Well, what I mean is, well, actually I don't know what I mean…

Denierure/Deni: Sorry about the cussing. I'll try to limit it, but they ARE seventeen years old, and this IS rated T.

WoodsKeeper: :insert evil grin: sorry about the commitment issues thing. Yes, you must update! Or I'll send my evil purple elephant after you, even though you DID review!

Steelo: Okay, so my computer won't let me fix the chappie, so I'm going to do this: STEELO WAS THE FIRST TO FIGURE OUT WHAT HAPPENS TO THE NEXT PERSON WHO SO MUCH AS MENTIONS GREEN TO LILY! GO STEELO! Happy? I think my ability to write comedy comes from the fact that I have a very sarcastic nature, and am constantly making remarks that make ppl laugh, so I just used my sense of evil humor to do to my characters what I would do to my friends and enemies if I had a wand. Oh, I am SO insane! It's funny really. I keep my friends laughing, so it's all good. And I DID get some sleep, GO ME! I slept from seven o'clock at night to twelve the next day. I was awake for TWO hours, then fell back to sleep until nine the next morning. I was really surprised. Go me.

Lynser: Actually, I believe James was a Seeker. 'Cause, you know, they said Harry was a great Seeker, just like his dad, then in the fifth book, James kept playing with the Snitch in the flashback-thingy. I just thought it'd be cooler if James and Sirius, the troublemakers of MWPP time were beaters, just like Fred and George, the troublemakers of HHR time.

Lupinsiriusluva: I like making men suffer, too. I've had this idea in my head for months. Hope you like it!

"Professor Dumbledore!" shouted James, Sirius, and Missy as they saw the Headmaster on his way to the Great Hall. He turned, eyes twinkling as he saw three students on brooms zooming towards him.

"Yes?"

"Lily's been kidnapped," James said frantically.

"Are you sure?" asked Dumbledore sharply, all trace of twinkle gone.

"Positive. You see, the map is never wrong, and it said she wasn't in the castle, or on the grounds, and her room and the common room are completely and totally destroyed, and there's blood all over the floor," said James, very quickly, not bothering to explain about the map. And Dumbledore didn't ask.

"Then we must find her. It must be Voldemort who took her, as he's the one who killed her parents. This isn't good. How did they get on Hogwarts grounds?"

James raced through the dungeons in his invisibility cloak. Dumbledore had placed a tracking spell on Lily after Voldemort killed her parents. He activated the spell, and they were lead to this place. But where was Lily? James's heart pounded in his throat. Please let her be okay. She has to be okay. She will be okay. He followed his instincts to a door at the end of an insanely long hallway.

The door was covered in spells of every sort. James blasted it off, not caring if anyone heard it. In the middle of a shiny floor lay an unmoving figure with red hair dressed in black Hogwarts robes.

"Lily," James whispered hoarsely, rushing over to the figure. She was deathly white. He saw a pool of blood on the floor, and blood had soaked the robes around one of her legs. It was running out of her nose and out the corner of her mouth. He touched her. Ice cold. James put his head in his hands. "No," he sobbed.

"I knew you'd be here soon enough," hissed a voice. James turned. His hectic, red-rimmed eyes met ruby red ones.

"Voldemort," he growled. Okay, James was pissed.

"When I sent my death eaters to bring you to me, you killed them. Now you willingly run to me. Interesting."

James was confused for a moment. Then he realized that two years ago, the men who apparated into his house had come for him. He was the reason his sister was dead. No, it was Voldemort. It was Voldemort's fault.

"I do not run to you," he said thickly. "I came to reclaim what doesn't belong to you."

"Oh, the mudblood belongs to no one but death now," laughed Hello Kitty. I mean Voldemort.

More tears flooded down James's face. "One day, you will meet your downfall. And when you do, I hope I'm there to see it."

"You are weak, Potter," spat Voldemort. "Love is a weakness."

"On the contrary. Love is strength. Crucio!" Okay, so James is really pissed. His Crucaitus curse did a lot of damage. Voldemort writhed on the ground while James picked up Lily's limp body and hightailed it out of there. Tears blinded him as he fled. Lily, his only reason to live, was dead. (A/N: just keep reading…) He heard Voldemort call to his death eaters to go after James, but he didn't pay attention.

Sirius and Missy ran around the corner. "James, over here!" shouted Sirius. James grabbed onto the old hat Sirius and Missy were both clutching. The portkey transported them all back to Hogwarts.

Once safely in the halls, James collapsed to the floor, shoulders hunched, body racked with sobs, defeated. Sirius and Missy took one look at Lily's still form and understood. Sirius held his girlfriend as she sobbed against his chest, tears rolling down his own face.

Dumbledore came strolling around the corner and stopped when he saw the quartet. He knelt wordlessly beside Lily and picked up her wrist, shocked by how cold it was. He cleared his throat.

"Assumptions, Mr. Potter, are never viable." James looked confused, then his eyes widened. He picked up Lily's body once again, and sprinted down the hall, Sirius and Missy close behind.

"Madame Lazora!" he bellowed as they came near the Hospital Wing. He rushed inside. The nurse was about to tell him that she had patients who needed peace and quiet, when she saw James's burden.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Kidnapped by Voldemort. Tortured." James managed to gasp out.

"I can't do anything for her. This is the work of the Crucaitus curse. She needs to be taken to St. Mungo's." James's, Missy's, and Sirius's eyes widened. Madame Lazora ran to her office and came back, holding yet another portkey. "You," she said, pointing to James. "Take her. This will transport you in five seconds." She tossed the portkey to James who caught it and held onto Lily. He landed in St. Mungo's lobby.

"Help!" he called. A healer rushed over. "Lily Evans, Crucaitus curse," James told the woman. Lily was pried from his grasp against his protests. Someone force-fed him chocolate. James distantly wondered if the man was related to Remus in any way. It did make him feel better. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Missy, Joan, Sirius, and Remus appeared.

The seven of them sat in the lobby, not talking, for three hours. James was bone white and shaking, and both Remus and Sirius were holding their sobbing girlfriends. Finally a healer came out.

"Lily Evans?" she asked. They nodded. "There's not much we can do for her. She was under the curse long enough to do the most extensive damage I've ever seen. I don't see how she's alive at all. If she makes it through the night, she may never regain consciousness. But she isn't likely to make it through the night, I'm sorry."

"You have to do something!" James yelled, jumping to his feet. "People are healed in hospitals, not killed!"

"We can't do anything, I'm sorry. She's lost too much blood, and she's too damaged. Like I said, it'll be a miracle if she makes it through the night, let alone if she ever regains consciousness. We wouldn't normally do this, but as these are probably her last hours, she's in room 16 on the eighth floor." With that, she walked away.

James sank to the floor, head in hands, crying like he never had before (A/N: coughlupinsiriusluvacough) Missy and Joan were sobbing hysterically. McGonagall and Dumbledore even had a few stray tears. Without even standing up, James apparated to the eighth floor, in front of room 16. He stumbled in.

Lily was still white as death. He pulled a chair up next to the bed and folded one of her icy hands in his. The others stood at the door, watching. After an hour or so, the professors forced the students (with the exception of James) back to Hogwarts. James didn't even notice that they left. He just stared into Lily's empty face with his bloodshot eyes, talking to her. He spoke of their years at Hogwarts, from first year to their current time. He asked her questions.

Lily opened her eyes to see James, eyes red with tears, hand folded around hers. "Lily," he whispered. "Oh dear god." Every inch of her body throbbed. Sirius, Remus, Missy, and Joan were on the other side of her bed. All were seated. Remus jumped up and ran from the room, presumably to get a healer. The room was dimly lit, but the light hurt her eyes. "Lily, are you okay?" Hell no.

Remus rushed back in with a disbelieving healer. The woman's jaw dropped when she saw Lily's eyes were open. "Lily, dear, how long were you under the curse?" was her first question.

Lily opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. James looked terrified. "Why can't she speak?" Lily wanted to tell them to whisper. Their voices hurt her pounding head even more.

"It's a miracle she's even alive, let alone awake. The curse did deadly damage. Was it longer than a minute?" asked the healer. "I know your body must hurt something awful, just give me thumbs up or down." Lily gave her thumbs up. "Less than five?" thumbs down. The healer looked shocked. "More than six?" thumbs up. "More than seven?" thumbs up. The healer was really startled. "Eight?" thumbs up. "Dear lord," she breathed. "You set a record, that's for sure. Drink this." The healer held a cup to Lily's lips, and she swallowed, as painful as it was to do so. She felt weightlessness, then sleep washed over her.

When Lily next opened her eyes, her hand was in James's, and his head was lying on the bed. She listened to his deep, rhythmic breathing, and was soothed by it. She tried to remember where she was. St. Mungo's. Why? Oh yeah, Voldemort. Her memories came rushing back as she remembered all that had happened. How long had she been here?

A healer stuck his head in to check up on her. "Oh good, you're awake," he said. Lily realized her body didn't hurt any more. "The whole hospital's talking about you. The girl who survived the Crucaitus curse for eight minutes," he said as he checked all her vitals. "You've been in the paper every day for as long as you've been here. You're temperature is still really low," he continued, the last part more to himself. "All right, I understand you can't talk, so I'm going to give you parchment and a quill to use if you need anything. Get some rest." With that he left.

James lifted his head as the door closed, smiling when he saw that Lily was awake. "I thought I'd lost you," he whispered hoarsely. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

You almost did. She wrote.

"You've been here for a month," he said. "In case you were wondering." Lily's eyes widened. A month? That can' t be good. "It's going to be all right, Lily. It's over."

No, it's not. It will never be over. He wants me on his side or dead. I'll never be safe.

"It's okay, Lils," he said soothingly, smoothing her hair back from her face. "I won't let anything happen to you."

What happened? How did I get here? I thought I died.

"Sirius, Missy, and I found your room and the common room wrecked. When the map said you weren't in Hogwarts, or on the ground, we figured you'd been kidnapped. We found Dumbledore and told him. He located you, and well, now you're here. They said it'd be a miracle if you lived through that first night, let alone if you ever regained consciousness," he said, tears in his eyes. "I really thought you were gone."

I won't ever leave you. Don't you ever leave me.

"I won't," he promised. "And don't worry, we'll have you talking in no time."

James, please tell me you haven't been missing classes to be here.

"Then I won't. But Professor Dumbledore's been bringing me my work."

Thank you for saving my life, James. Again.

"We're forever destined to be saving each other's lives. My turn next!"

Don't you dare.

"I won't do it purposely. But it will probably happen. How do you feel?"

Better. First time I woke up, I hurt like hell.

"I can't believe you went eight minutes."

How'd you get me out?

"Er, I put Voldemort" (the name caused Lily to twitch) "under the Crucaitus curse." (the name of the curse caused Lily to twitch)

Did you really?

"Yes," he said. "I had a lot of anger in me at the moment, as I believed you were dead. I don't know what I would have done. I felt so lost. Lily, will you go out with me? I know this is really awkward timing, but I need you."

Lily searched his eyes. He was being serious. Yes. His eyes lit up. He leaned forward. Their lips met, and once again, they both felt the shock. Let's leave them to snog in peace.

A/N: So, how was it? No cliffie! I don't think that's a cliffie, anyway. I know that she counted six and a half minutes of being under the curse, but there was some time she was still under it after she stopped counting. Was it satisfying, dissatisfying? Happy, sad? Good, terrible? Lemme know what you thought of it. R&R or I'll send my evil purple elephant after you!