A/N: ok ok here's chappie two and a GINORMOUS thanks to everyone who has taken the time to review!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter ok! Stop rubbing it in! if you think I own Harry Potter, you gotta be clueless, I mean, J.K. Rowlings name is on EVERY HP BOOK!!! Ug now I am mad at you! Read and review and make me feel better.

Lily and James drove down Godric's Hollow in an enchanted car so that all of their belongings fit inside. Harry was jumping up and down on the seat with a wide grin on his face. He eventually became bored with jumping and began to pull his father's hair.

"OUCH! DAMMIT!" shouted James.

Harry found it tremendously funny and began to laugh. Lily scooped him up though and held him on her lap. Harry set his small face in the fiercest glare he could.

"Let Daddy drive, Harry," she scolded ever so gently.

The car ride was over in a minute or two anyway, and the small family piled out.

Lily looked up at the home they were suppose to be living in. it wasn't nearly as big as their other home, windows were broken, it needed a new coat of paint, and it was impossible to see inside for all the grime on the windows.

James could see how unhappy his wife was. He put his arm around her and kissed her neck.

"We'll make it work, Lils! I promise. It'll be the most beautiful house in the world when we're done with it."

Lily managed a smile. "Of course! I'll set up Harry's playpen and we can begin unloading."

Harry watched curiously with large green eyes as his toys, clothes, and bed were moved into this strange home. At first, it was all exciting, but eventually, Harry became confused and frustrated. He began to cry for his parents and James came over to his small son and scooped him up. Harry's tears ceased.

"Hey, kiddo, we have a huge backyard. I'll have you out there on a broom as soon as I can manage it! But don't tell Mommy," he winked.

Harry perked up at the word 'broom'. He liked Daddy's broom. Flying was fun! Maybe this whole confusing mess wasn't so bad after all….

Lily and James sat on their own couch that evening, legs intertwined. Harry played contentedly with his birthday gifts on the floor.

"I think we might just be all right, James. I mean, we can make it out here by ourselves."

"Yeah…" James' thoughts seemed to be elsewhere. "Lily…?" he voiced a moment later.

"What is it?"

"Did we make the right choice? Choosing Peter? I mean, Dumbledore offered to do it."

"It's a little late to be thinking about it," pointed out Lily.

"Yeah I know but…" James ran a hand through his hair. "I was holding our lives in my hands. I want to know if I made the right choice."

Lily snuggled closer to James and rested her red head on his chest. She breathed in his scent and felt a calm wash over her. James began playing with her soft silky hair, twirling it around his fingers.

"James, if I die, I don't want to go without you," Lily said. James could hear the tears in her voice.

"Lily…!"

"I mean it! I'm afraid to die, James! But if I died with you, maybe it wouldn't be…so bad…. but then I think about Harry. What if he doesn't live either? He's only a baby! Would Voldemort be that heartless?!"

James narrowed his beautiful hazel eyes. Something shone fiercely in them that made Lily afraid of her husband for a moment.

"We wont let that bastard kill our son," he growled. "I refuse to let him. I'll die before that happens. I am going to teach my son to ride a broom. He is going to be a star Quidditch player. He is going to get excellent grades in school. He is going to become an Auror. And then one day, he will kill Voldemort. My son WILL LIVE."

Lily let a tear spill over her face.

"I know you wont let him. I know you'll die for us," she cried. "But why should we have to die?"

"The Longbottoms are doing the same thing. Think about it; they live in the very same fear we do."

"He can have the Longbottom's son, but not mine!" Lily began shaking. "I've never realized how great the danger was until today I think. When we had to relocate so that son of a bitch couldn't find us and kill us. I think it finally hit me today, James, and it hurt!"

She cried harder into James' chest and all he could do was stroke her comfortingly. He himself didn't know what to do. He was entrusted with the lives of the woman he loved and their only child. He could never forgive himself if he was wrong. Never.

Harry began to be affected by his sobbing mother. He looked around helplessly, waiting for someone to come pick him up maybe. Even his father appeared to be fighting tears. Harry wanted to cry for someone to hold him, but he somehow couldn't. He crawled over to his mother and pulled himself up on her knees. Lily put him on her lap.

Still confused and not knowing quite what to do, Harry hugged his mother and kissed her tear-stained face.

Lily looked at Harry beaming.

"Thank you, Harry," she said giving him a kiss in return. "You want to sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight?"

Knowing what you want and not knowing how to tell someone you want it is a very difficult thing. So Harry gave the best affirmation he could.

"All right then, everyone. Let's head on upstairs to sleep."

A/N: I found this chapter very fun to write! It was so sad!!! And then there was little harry trying to make his mommy feel better…TT I wanted to give him a hug! Anyway, ya'll know the drill. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW AND THEN TELL YOUR FRIENDS TO REVIEW!!! Get it? Got it? Good.