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Lily and James's eyes both went wide with fear; Emmy was at James' apartment!

"What are we going to do?" Lily whispered urgently to James.

"Jamie? Are you here?" Emmy called again, her voice coming closer to the room.

"Go hide in the closet," he whispered to Lily. She did what she was told, pulling open the closet door and jumping inside.

"I'm in my room Emmy, I'll just be a second," James called out to Emmy. He quickly pulled on his boxer shorts and a shirt, and then hid Lily's clothes under the bed. Luckily for James, he managed this in record time, because Emmy burst open the door just as he finished.

"Oh, James. I am so sorry," Emmy exclaimed. Her eyes were watering up, droplets starting to slightly fall. She ran to him and held him tightly to her chest, holding him in a deep embrace.

He hugged her back, "Emmy, what are you sorry about?"

"Oh my God, you don't know?" she asked, her voice sounding horrorstricken.

"Know what?" his voice was full of aggravation and concern.

"I don't know if I can say it, it's just so horrible," Emmy answered through fits of sobs.

"For Gods sake, just tell me already," he shouted, throwing his hands up in frustration. He knew he should be supporting her when she was upset, but he was eager to find out what could be so awful to make his girlfriend come crying to his apartment at midnight.

"It's about Sam, your partner."

His ears shot up, what could be wrong with Sam? "Go on."

"There was, she was, oh I can't say it," Emmy cried out.

"Just say it already!"

"The ministry thinks that there was a death eater attack, at her house. Both her and her sister were murdered," Emmy blurted out.

James's breathing became heavy, this couldn't be happening to him. Sam had become one of his best friends over their two years of working together. He ran his hands through his hair, not sure what he was going to do.

"Were they caught?" he asked.

"Who?"

"Those fucking death eaters who killed her," he shouted, hating how ignorant Emmy could be at times.

"No, no one was caught. The ministry thinks that they were in such a rush to get out because help was coming for Sam, that they didn't even have time to place the dark mark over the house," She explained.

"Why, why did they do it?" he asked, his voice was small and upsetting.

"The ministry doesn't know."

James still couldn't believe what had happened, Sam was such a nice person. And, she wasn't even muggle-born, or half-blood at that. She was a one hundred percent pure blood witch.

Emmy suddenly wrapped her arms around James again, holding him tight. "I'm sorry about her Jamie, do you want me to stay with you for a little while?"

"No, you should go home," he responded.

"But, Jamie, don't you need me to comfort you?" she asked.

"No, I've got to get down to the ministry, I need to find out more about this," he replied.

Emmy looked hurt at his response, all she wanted to do was hold him in her arms, and never let him go. She wanted to be with him in his time of need; she wanted him to need her.

"Bye Jamie," was all she said right before she apparated to her own home.

Once Emmy was out of sight, James slammed his body down on his bed, holding his face in his hands. "Fuck," he shouted out, pure hatred of for all death eaters. He could feel his face become red and hot. Rage, fear, and sorrow filled him completely. He wanted to find out who killed her, and then he wanted to hunt them down and have the satisfaction of throwing them into Azkaban himself. At the same time he was scared, more scared then ever before. Sam was a pure blood, and if they went after her, they could go after anyone. Everyone he knew was in danger: Lily, Emmy, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and everyone else he cared about. And misery filled him as well: he wanted to curl up into a ball and stay like that forever, grieving over the loss of his friend.

"James," Lily gently said as she emerged from her hiding spot, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder.

"Go away," he muttered, not wanted her to see him like this.

"I'm sorry," she told him softly, gently rubbing his upper back.

The two of them stayed like that, letting the silence fill the room. Lily wasn't going to leave him here alone like this. And although James had told her to leave, he was secretly glad she was there. Even though she wasn't speaking, just her presence somehow made him feel better.

"Why her?" he suddenly asked.

"I don't know," she answered.

"She doesn't deserve this," he muttered.

"No one deserves this," Lily told him.

"She's done nothing wrong in her life."

"These days, most people who are murdered have done nothing wrong in their lives. Their only crime being born of muggle parents or believing that pure-bloods aren't the only ones with worthy lives," Lily somberly answered.

"They took my parents too."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Lily told him, and she truly was. She had never met James's father before, but his mother was a darling woman. Lily remembered first meeting her, at the train station. It was Christmas break of their seventh year, she and James had started dating about a month before that day. She could remember Mrs. Potter embracing her as she saw the two of them depart the train, and then the two women had talked for nearly twenty minutes before Lily realized she had to go and see her own parents.

"They didn't deserve it either."

"No one deserves to be murdered," she responded.

"Do you know what its like to lose someone that close?" he asked, a look of hatred in his eye.

"Yes."

"Having your parents murdered is like nothing else," he bitterly answered.

"I know."

"No you don't," he shouted, losing his temper.

"Don't tell me what I do and do not know, James Potter," she calmly told him. "Nine months after we graduated, my parents were killed in a car accident. A drunk driver ran into them, pushing their car off a bridge. The drunk guy, however, managed to live with only a broken leg and a few cracked ribs."

"I'm sorry."

"You're no the only one who's lost a loved one," was all she said.

He looked at her, her green eyes moist. He took her hand in his, giving it a tight squeeze of reassurance, which she returned immediately.

"You going to be okay?" she asked after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah."

She gently kissed his cheek, a reassurance on her own part, letting him know that she was there for him and always would be. As they sat there together, he in her arms and she in his, slight sobs were the only noises to be heard.

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Lily couldn't believe that only seven hours later she was at work again, sitting behind her desk, wishing she were anywhere but there. She couldn't get James's sad face as she left out of her mind. He didn't object to her leaving, but knew that once she left he would have to face the real world again, which was the last thing he wanted to do.

Just then she heard another knock on her door and she raised her head to find Jason standing out there, a large grin on his face. "You ready for that date of ours?" he asked.

"Shit," she whispered to herself, not wanting to face him right now.

"What was that?" he asked.

"I didn't say anything," she lied.

"You ready to go?"

"Did you know that two women were murdered last night? One of them worked in this building," Lily told him.

"Yeah, I heard about that. One of them, her name is Sam; she actually works in my department. The other girl, Sandra, works here too, down in the department of muggle studies," Jason told her.

"Did you know them?"

"Sam more than Sandra, nice girls, both of them. It's a shame," he told her.

Lily couldn't help but wonder why he was so calm. James had been devastated, and Jason seemed like this was just another ordinary day. Of course James's relationship was a little different, but Jason still knew both of them. Sam worked in his department too.

"So do you want to go somewhere?" Jason asked.

"Are you done with this conversation already?"

"What are you talking about?" Jason asked.

"The girls, how can you just blow this off so easily?" Lily asked.

"Lily, sweetie, this is my job. People are murdered all the time. With You-Know-Who and his death eaters all around we're lucky to have less than three people murdered every week," he informed her.

"That's awful," she whispered.

"I know that sweetie, so let's not talk about it anymore. I don't want you to be worried or upset," he told her.

"You don't want me to be worried?" she asked, her voice was tense and filled with uneasiness. "Worried about what?"

"All of these death eaters," he responded.

"I already know that they attack muggle borns, I'm not dumb," she angrily told him.

"I know that, sweetie, I just don't want you to worry about me. I mean with someone from my department being killed, I didn't want to talk about it too much with you and get ideas in your head of them going after me," he told her.

She had never thought about that before. Jason could be murdered at any time. James could be killed by the death eaters. Tears began to flow freely from her eyes as she thought of life without Jason…without James.

"Oh no, sweetie, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. I'll be fine, I promise," he told her before kissing her gently on the cheeks.

Author's Note 2: Hope you all like chapter 12! I just about doubled its length, so I hope this one is a great improvement from the old version. Anyways, please remember to review!