A/N Ok ppl, really really sorry its taken me so long to post this time but I've been away last week and been really busy but here it is now and I hope you like it. I'm not completely convinced I'm happy with this chapter, it seems a bit cheesy but I needed this to happen for the story to continue.

Also, only one chapter left after this one! AWWW! (i know you're all devestated) :) however, I'm considering writing a, sort of, sequel to this FF about how the world has changed when they finally do get home. I dont know any details yet but I quite fancy making it so that Harry and Hermione have unintentionally changed too much in the past and the future is different.

However, if I did thisI am going to need a very good beta who is willing to give me regular kicks up the arse to continue with the story and keep writing as well as giving me their honest opinion on whats good and whats crap. So if anyone is interested could you stick it in a review along with ur email address (preferably a MSN address so that we can talk on messenger tho if you dont have it thats ok) and I would like to get started asap and try and get a fair bit done before I go back to skool in september.

Anyway, Ive rambled on enough now, so enjoy!

Love Will Keep Us Together

James still hadn't been to visit Lily, a week later. His 'walking to the door and not being able to go through' thing was becoming almost daily now but there was still no luck.
He started to distance himself from his friends, speaking only to them when it was unavoidable and keeping these conversations to the minimum. They were trying to be supportive, he knew that, but they just didn't understand how he felt. How could they? It was nobody's fault but his so no-one else could know the knawing sense of guilt that was eating away at his stomach.

Another thing was that he was barely sleeping and when he did it was through the day so that he would have to see people as little as possible.

James was lay awake in bed one night, as he did so often now, listening to Sirius' snores when he decided that if he stayed there any longer he was going to go insane, so he picked up a book off the table beside his bed and headed down to the common room.
He let out a sigh of relief as he entered the room to find it empty, which shouldn't really have been a surprise seeing as it was 2 in the morning. He slumped into the armchair in front of the fire, which was now only really embers, and closed his eyes in a desperate attempt to hold back the tears. It failed.
Well at least no-one's here. James thought before he gave in a broke into desperate sobs.
Of course, he was wrong. Stood watching his every move on the boys staircase was a boy who was feeling every bit what James was feeling and who sat down on the step before removing his glasses to wipe away a tear.

Harry sat there for a long time watching his father but he couldn't build up the courage to actually go down those last few steps and talk to him, comfort him. So he just sat there and watched.
Every so often James mumbled something to himself that Harry couldn't hear properly but from the odd word he could understand it seemed that his dad was trying to convince himself to go and visit Lily.
'Oh this is stupid,' James said to himself suddenly fairly soundly. And with that he stood up and headed for the portrait hole. Without hesitation Harry followed but a safe distance behind so that James wouldn't realise he was there.
The truth is that Harry probably could have made as much noise as he wanted and James wouldn't have noticed because he was in a deep trance, thinking about what he was doing. It was at least 3 in the morning and he was definately breaking some rules by being out of bed, not that rule breaking bothered him, what bothered him what that he seemed to not even be trying to conceal himself. Back in the common room he had contemplated going up to his room and getting his invisibility cloak but he decided that if he wasted even a second he would chicken out and not do it at all.
Rather abruptly, and to James' surprise he had actually reached the hospital wing. He stood looking at the door, for a second. This is the place he had been in so many times before but he had never been able to go a step further.
Then he took a deep breath and pushed on the door.
Harry stood around the corner, and watched his father go in the hospital wing, with a smile. He had finally done it and Harry was proud of him.

At that time of the night (or more accurately morning) the hospital wing was empty apart from patients and there was only Lily and a boy who had been injured during the Ravenclaw-Slytherin quidditch match but he was asleep. Madame Promfrey had a room that came off the hospital wing where she slept in case any of her patients needed her during the night but James knew that as long as he was quiet she wouldn't hear him.
He moved towards her bed and straight away was amazed by how normal she looked. She didn't look ill or injured at all (unlike the boy in the other bed who currently had part of a broomstick sticking out of his arm), she merely looked asleep. This settled James' mind a bit as he had been expecting her to look horrible and he didn't want to think that he was the reason she looked like that but she didn't, she just looked peaceful.

James sat down on the chair that was by her bed and he took her hand.
'Lily, I'm so sorry.' James whispered this so that he barely heard himself but he thought that if Lily could hear him it wouldn't matter the volume he was speaking at. 'I'm sorry that I put you in here, I'm sorry I haven't been to see you until now, I just couldn't, it was too hard, I felt so guity and, I guess, I was in denile. I thought that if I didn't see you then you weren't really here now, lay like this.' James took a deep breath and felt the first tear roll down his right cheek. He closed his eyes and buried his face in the bed beside Lily's hand.
'Lily, I'm also sorry about everything that happened before this. I know I've said it before but I desperately want you, need you to believe me and forgive me. But now,' James stopped talking, feeling extremely overwhelmed. 'Now, I don't care if you want to take me back. I don't care about anything except you waking up and being ok again, I swear that if you wake up now I will never ever pressure you into being with me ever again.' James paused again to wipe his eyes with his left hand, his right was still tightly gripping Lily's. 'Lil, I love you.'

Is that a voice?
Yes, it is! but who?
James! It's James, he's here, with me.
I have to talk to him tell him I'm here too. Is he crying? Over me? Really?
James! I can hear you, please keep talking to me, I'm here.
No, he can't hear me. I wish I could see him, all I can see is black. I know he's close but he's still too far away to reach.
Argh! I just wanna scream to him, why can't he hear me, I can hear him.

Lily, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry that I put you in here

What? He blames himself? How can he do that. Oh why can't I just tell him that it wasn't him and that he has to stop feeling guilty.

If you wake up now I will never ever pressure you into being with me ever again

Thats what he's worrying about? Thats the last thing he should be thinking about, he has his NEWTs soon.

Lily, I love you

Wow! What's Happening?

James, I can hear you, please hear me! Don't ever leave me again!

James!

James!

'James?'
His head shot up, he had been sat with his head in his arms until he heard the voice that he had been hoping and praying he would hear for the last month.
'Lily!' There she was, her eyes were still closed but she was moving her head as though trying to shake herself back to consiousness. The thought momentarily passed through James' head in which he wondered how she knew he was there if she hadn't yet opened her eyes but he soon forgot it as he pulled on her hand and tried to urge her awake.
'Lily, thank God, open your eyes, I'm here, don't worry everything is gonna be ok now.' He pulled her into a hug as her beautiful green eyes fluttered open.
He was now crying again into her shoulder, this time with pure happiness and relief.
'James.' He pulled away from her but held his hands on her upper arms as though he couldn't bare to let her go again.
'Lily, I'm so sorry,' he sobbed.
'James, I...'
But he had to go on and finish what he was about to say, 'Lil, I love you so much and I am sorry for everything.'
She opened her mouth to reply but stopped and turned as they heard a voice behind them.
'Oh my God!'
It was Harry, stood with his mouth hanging open my the door. Neither Lily nor James had time to even wonder what he was doing in the hospital wing at four in the morning but it was James who spoke first.
'Harry, go get Madame Pomfrey now!'
Harry just nodded at his father's command and turned and ran towards where the nurses's room was.

He came back just minutes later followed by a rather frazzled looking Madame Pomfrey wearing her pink dressing gown and a hair net.
'Oh my, what on earth did you boys do?'
James stuttered something out about not knowing and not really doing anything but she had already stopped listening and was checking Lily's pulse rate and blood pressure.
After several minutes she stopped and looked around at the three confused children and said, 'Well, I don't know what happened but Miss Evans appears to be perfectly healthy.' There were massive grins all around but Madame Pomfrey continued talking. 'Now, I want you two boys to go and fetch Professor Dumbledore immediately, hopefully he'll have and explanation.' They nodded and left, the smiles never leaving their faces.

'Ahhh Miss Evans, it's good to see you're back with us.' Professor Dumbledore had been working in his office (apparently he never actually sleeps) when the two frantic boys had burst him telling him in excited voices that Lily was awake and he was immediately up and out of his office on his way to the hospital wing.
Lily smiled at him as he entered, 'Thanks Sir, and as much as I like being not in a coma I was wondering if you could tell me why.'
The other three (James, Harry and Madame Pomfrey) were all stood around Lily's bed and were listening intently to his reply.
'Well, I do believe I have an idea but I would like you to tell me exactly what had happened first.'
So between her and James they managed to get an exact version told of what had happened. James had been amazed when he found out that she had been able to hear him talking to her while she was unconcious.

After they had finished Professor Dumbledore nodded. 'One more question Mr Potter, was tonight the first time you have been to visit Miss Evans since she was admitted?'
James blushed slightly, feeling guilt that he had not come to see her sooner but nodded.
'Well then, I know what made Miss Evans wake up,' continued Dumbledore, 'It was love.'
Simultaneously the mouths of the four other people in the room dropped open and there was a silence for several seconds. Seeing they were confused the headmaster continued, 'Let me explain. You see to cast a spell as powerful and vindictive as the one Voldemort cast on you Miss Evans takes a great deal of hatred and, of course, the counterbalance of hate is...love. Now, when Mr Potter here came to your side and confessed his feelings for you it was true enough and powerful enough of a feeling to break Voldemort's curse.'
He finished and looked around the room. Harry was staring at his parents in amazement with a slight smile on his face, and couldn't help but think that Dumbledore really was right when he had been telling him for all these years about the power he held against Voldemort being love. This was not the first time that the love of one of his parents had saved a life, namely his.

Madame Pomfrey was surveying the scene with an uncharacteristic grin on her face and James was looking longingly at Lily, who was staring back with tears in her eyes.
'But, I thought you didn't love me,' was all she managed to say after several minutes, her voice croaky and choked.

James moved forwards and sat on the bed next to her.
'Lil, I always loved you, from the moment I saw you, I kept telling you that but you wouldn't believe me after what I did.' He hung his head, tearing his eyes away from hers but she smiled, placing her fingertips under his chin moving his head up so he was looking at her again.
'I love you too.'

A/N Can I just give a special mention to JerseyPike for your review and I want to thank you for your honesty and say that I appreciate you comments. Also, I now feel incredibly stupid for not realising that a girl in the 70s was singing Britney Spears at the talent show. lol, thnx alot