A/N: ZiONPLAY, I assume your review means you are enjoying it yeah?

Ok, so this update happened super quick, aren't I nice? There is a change in the mood of this chapter, for obvious reasons. Please review and let me know what you think :D

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James wasn't sure whether what he was doing was the smartest thing, but he knew it was the right thing. He knew there was something going on with Lily, and he needed to find out what; he wanted to help.

James left his three friends in the common room, and made his way through the portrait hole connecting it to the Head's Room. As he walked in he could still see Lily sitting on the lounge, crying to herself quietly.

James sighed to himself as he walked towards the lounge; partly because he hated seeing her like this, and partly in preparation for the abuse that was bound to fly his way. As he made his way around the lounge, he saw her shaking slightly.

"Lily?" he asked gently as he sat down next to her.

Lily jumped startled, and turned to face James. Her hair was messier than his, and her face was red and blotchy, her eyes swollen from the tears that had been shed. She was bundled up in her baggy pyjamas, her hands grasping onto the end of the sleeves. To others she may have looked like a disaster, but she was utterly beautiful to James.

"What are you doing here Potter?" She asked, embarrassed that he had found her like this.

"I left my bag in here," he replied quickly, "and I heard you so I thought…"

"Thought what? That you would jump in and be a night in shining armour?" Lily said scathingly.

James was somewhat hurt by her comment, "that's not fair Lily."

"Fair?" she cried, "nothings fair James!"

"Lily what has got you so upset, you can tell me. Maybe I can help." James asked, slightly worried by Lily's behaviour.

"Who said I'm upset?" she asked defensively.

James shook his head, "Lily," he implored.

"Because I am not upset, I am angry! And I am allowed to be angry. I have every right to be angry. You talk about fair James? You have no idea what that means." Lily had gotten up from the couch and had started pacing the room.

James looked at her absolutely perplexed, she was still shaking and tears were rolling down her face. He felt utterly useless.

"Why are you angry?" he asked cautiously.

"Because they just left! They left me here to deal with things by myself! And I can't! I'm angry at them for making me feel so awful. I've had enough! Why did they go? Why didn't they fight? Why did they put a stupid animals life before their own? They just left. And I can't handle things without them! And they knew it and they still left!"

Lily sank to the floor, heart wrenching sobs coming from her small frame. James had never seen anything as heartbreaking as when he looked at her in this way. This wasn't the Lily he knew. All the fight had gone from her, all the strength. And it ebbed away with the tears that she shed.

"Who left Lily?" he asked softly.

"My parents. The left, they left me alone. And I don't want to be alone. I don't want them gone. They need to be here with me. They need to help me, they need to make sure everything is alright; they need to be here and make sure I'm alright. But they didn't. They left without thinking of what would happen to us. What would happen to me. I can't cope without them, I don't want to cope without them!"

James sat down beside her and pulled her into a hug. And waited as the tears in her had dried up. She didn't fight him, she had nothing left in her to fight.

James didn't know what else to do than to be with her and hold her. He wanted to comfort her, to make her safe. He wanted to take the pain away, but he couldn't. And that broke his heart more than anything.

He sat there while Lily sobbed in his arms, soaking in the information that Lily had just given him. He had a fair idea that Lily's parents must have died recently. It was the only thing that made sense. But he couldn't believe if that were the case that she didn't say anything to anyone. But she did talk to someone, a voice spoke up in his head. And with that thought everything fell into place. Sirius knew what it was like to have no family, which explains why Lily may have gone to talk to him. And James had no problem with that, there were some things Sirius was able to handle well, and this was one of them.

James tried to imagine what Lily was going through, losing your parents, both of them when they still had so much life left to live. It was something James had thought about regularly, ever since the battle with Voldemort had started brewing. Even before he learnt of his parents involvement, because he knew his family, and he knew they would never succumb to Voldemort's wishes, and he was aware what that often lead to. It was one of his biggest fears, losing his parents. As much as he knew that they would most likely die fighting a noble cause, it didn't make the pain any easier. Having the people who love you unconditionally taken away, was not something James regarded as being fair, and he suddenly had a fair idea how Lily was feeling.

He knew that however Lily's parents had died, it wasn't at the hands of Voldemort, because he would have found out if it was. But it didn't change the hurt. It didn't matter, how or when your parents died, it was still remarkably painful and heartbreaking.

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