A/N: See I told you I'd update soon!  ANYWAY….I know the last one was short so I'm going to try to make this one longer. OK?! Ok!

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James' First Secret!

Lily's POV

James muttered something under his breath I could barely hear it. It made my heart stop and my face pale. I looked over at James, who was talking to Sirius quietly. They both had a somber look on their face. James had said…

"No. Don't worry about that. Voldemort already has."

I froze. I stared at James. Feeling my eyes on the back of his head he turned and looked at me and smiled that innocent smile of his that he could do so well.

"James? What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"What's what supposed to mean?"

"Voldemort already has?"

"Oh, that?" James sighed. "Don't you know? The whole school discussed it for months after Christmas."

I looked at him confused.

James heaved a big sigh. "Alright. Let's go for a walk and I'll tell you about it."

I must of looked a little unbelieving because James said, "Don't worry. I won't try to do anything. Scout's honor!" he said with a small grin.

I laughed and let him escort him out of the great hall with Sirius, Lupin, Peter, Ginny, Ron, and the twins snickering.

Outside by the lake

Still Lily's POV

"Okay." James said. I noticed his eyes had lost their usual twinkle. "Let's see…I guess it starts when Hogwarts was made. Godric was my great-great-great-great-great-a lot more greats-grandmother. She and Salazar were really good friends. But then, a prophecy was made that one of Godric's greatest grandchild would forever destroy the Slitherin blood-line. Well, I am, well was the youngest, so, Voldemort, Salazar's great-great-great-a lot more greats-grandchild is the only person left in the world with Salazar's blood." James sighed. "This might take a while."

"SO!" I demanded. "GO ON!"

"Alright, alright." James sat down on the cliff that looked over the lake. "Well, he decided to come kill me while I was young. Last year, over Christmas break, Josh went home, he's two minutes older than me, for the holidays. Voldemort, being as cunning as he is, found this out. He decided that he might as well destroy my family. And since I was born on Christmas, he decided to kill them then. When the clock struck 12 he attacked." James looked down at the lake, obviously trying to hide his misty eyes.

"Go on." I said. 'Poor James….HOLD ON! Last year on Christmas was when I decided to get my revenge and sent him that jinxed present! So as soon as he opeded it the jinxes would attack him, you might say. That was his birthday, and when Voldemort killed his parents AND his brother.

"I got the letter that morning. That's why I jumped up and ran out of the great hall." He explained.

"Oh, jeez James, I'm so sorry!" I said putting my hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright." He said. "My parents hated me and my brother was a little spoiled."

"I'm sure your parents didn't hate you!" I said indignantly.

"Oh, yeah?! Ever wonder why I never went home over the break or why, over the summer, I'd always come back with bruises, and cuts?" he asked. His hazel eyes sparked with black fire.

"N-n-no…" I muttered. "I just thought, that, well, you were, erm…clumsy…"

James laughed. It was good to hear him laugh. I'm glad he's not mad at me. But, he will be once I tell him that I sent him that present. "James?"

"Yeah?" he asked.

"You remember that present you got last Christmas? The one that was full of jinkes and hexes?" I asked. Praying he'd say no.

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Well, I, erm…I sent it." I said just as the bell rang.

"Sorry? What? Damn bell. Couldn't hear you." James said.

"Tell you later." I said. Thanking the Lord that he didn't hear me. I looked back at James, but he had disappeared. "James?" I asked looking around. "Where are you? JAMES?"