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C.h.e.w.b.a.c.k.a and ChIcKeN99 James' POV

A loud, hollow 'clunk' echoed through my room as I kicked the large dresser in my bedroom in frustration. My wife, Lily, and I had just had fight. This was the first argument we've had since before we started going out, when she hated my guts and wanted nothing to do with me. We've never had fights before, and if we didn't make-up, I don't think I could survive. She's the last part of my family I had. My parents had been killed a little after our son, Harry, had been born, and then Harry was murdered. Lily had been so upset.

Harry was only a baby, just a little over a year old, when that evil bastard that calls himself a lord killed him. Voldemort killed Harry on Halloween night, 15 years ago. Lily and I had tried our hardest to stop him from getting our baby, but he got to Harry anyway. For some unknown reason, he didn't kill us. He just knocked us around a bit until Lily was knocked out cold and I was just barely conscious.

He left us lying on the living floor and went upstairs to get baby Harry. He brought him down stairs, and just to make me suffer even more, he killed Harry right in front of us. I still can't get the look of utmost fear in our baby's big emerald green eyes, or how they the bright colour in them faded as he was hit with a flash of bright green light from the tip of Voldemort's wand.

We spent a long time mourning afterwards, in fact, we still are. My best friends, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin and their wives, Courtney Black and Jessica Lupin, tried their best to console us, but nothing worked. We just couldn't move on. Even now, 15 years later, we can hardly even bare to think about Harry.

Nothing had been the same since then. I was still just as loyal to being a Marauder as before, but I could hardly even crack a smile, let alone laugh. We also have absolutely no idea where our other best friend, Peter Pettigrew- the fourth Marauder- went. He disappeared the day after we lost Harry.

I slowly opened the door to our bedroom and trudged down the stairs and into the living room where Lily sitting on the couch staring moodily at the floor.

I walked up to her and said, 'Listen, Lily, I'm-'

'It's ok, I know. I'm sorry to.' She cut in. I smiled at her and she went on, 'Dumbledore just flooed, he said we all have to be at Hogwarts on Tuesday at noon, but he wouldn't tell me why."

'All of us as in…?'

'You, Sirius, Remus, Courtney, Jessica, Katie, Chris and me'

'Oh, well, ok…umm…what if I told you that I already had plans?'

'I'd tell you to cancel them.'

'Oh' I should have seen that one coming.

'You don't really have plans do you?' she questioned.

'No, but it was worth a shot.' Should have seen that too.

But she just smiled at me.

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Sirius' POV

"Courtney!" I called out to my wife, who was sitting in the living room with our 16-year-old son, Chris.

"Ya?"

"Dumbledore just flooed, he wants all three of us to be at Hogwarts on Tuesday to greet some new guests."

"Ok, what time?" She called back.

'Around noon."

'OK, tell him we'll be there.'

'I already have.' I answered as I walked into the living room and sat in a large armchair.

'Without asking me first?' Courtney questioned with a note of playfulness in her voice.

'Well I knew you would say yes.' I returned with the same note of playfulness.

Chris looked up at us from the fireplace which he had been staring at, 'Aren't you two a little too old to be flirting like that?' he said with a note of disgust in his voice.

I just shook my head and grinned. Dumbledore had also mentioned that Lily and James were going to be there. It wasn't fair that now, every time I think of James, I don't picture the energetic, fun loving young man that I used to. Now I just see the James that hardly ever has even the trace of a smile on his face, the one that hasn't laughed for God knows how long.

I still remember every word he said, every look of pain flashing through his eyes as he looked up at me from the doorway.

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I was lying on the floor of our living room across from Chris, and I had just lost another staring contest against my one-year-old son. His big blue eyes were staring at me unblinkingly.

I heard a soft knock on the door, which was weird because it was almost dark out.

I got up and walked to the front door. When I opened it, I saw a sight I definitely did not want to see. James was leaning in the doorway. There was dried, cracked blood down his face, and there was a great amount of pain flashing through his unusually dull eyes.

'James…what happened?'

He just shook his head soundlessly and staggered inside. He passed me and went into the kitchen. I closed the door and followed him. When I entered the kitchen after him, he was sitting at the table, staring blankly at the opposite wall.

I ran to the foot of the stairs, 'Courtney!' I called loudly.

'What?' she yelled back.

'Can you floo Remus? It's kind of important!'

'Ok, just a sec!'

'Umm, we kind of need him now!'

I heard her sigh, 'Ok.'

She came down the stairs and went into the living room to access the fireplace. I hurried back to the kitchen, just to see James in the exact same position as before, with his head in his hands.

'He'll be here in sec!' I heard Courtney call from the living room. I groaned in frustration. Why couldn't anyone tell this was an emergency?

I heard a swooshing sound from the fireplace and hurried footsteps coming towards the kitchen. 'Finally someone actually understands that I need them here quickly!' I thought to myself.

A haggard looking Remus ran into the kitchen. He looked around and when he saw James, a surprised look took over his features.

He looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders in a way of saying 'I have absolutely no idea why he's here.'

He returned his gaze to James, 'James…' he muttered, 'What the hell?'

We both sat down on either side of him and just sat in silence for what seemed like hours. After a while, I questioned quietly, "James, what happened?"

He turned his pain filled eyes on me, the first sign of movement he had shown in a while.

"H-he came."

I exchanged confused glances with Remus, even though I had an idea as of which he was talking about.

"Who came, James?" Remus asked.

"You know, Him, V-voldemort."

My breathing hitched in my throat and Remus just looked plain shocked.

"How…umm…where…w-what did he do?" I stuttered. I had guessed that he was talking about Voldemort, but I had been hoping with all of my might that he wasn't talking about that monster, and I was still recovering for shock.

"He knocked down the door a-and then he came in-into the living room, where Lily and-and I were. He beat us around the room."

By this time, my head was in my hands, and Remus was also staring blankly at the wall opposite him.

"He-he knocked Lily out, and left me l-lying on the floor. He went and g-got H-ha-" James stopped mid-sentence. His head dropped down onto the table and he started to sob.

I didn't need to have to have James fill me in on what happened. I could tell by the way he seemed to break down the moment he was about to mention Harry's name. By the way his shoulders were now shaking uncontrollably.

Voldemort had killed the little boy. The one who always laughed when Lily hit James jokingly over the head. The one who only cried when…well, never. This wasn't fair. Harry wasn't supposed to die until he was really, really old! I could hardly bare to even think that I would never see the sparkling green eyes of my godson again. It was too much of a horrible thought.

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I was jerked out of my thoughts when I felt someone tap me lightly on the shoulder. I jumped up from my armchair, just to see Chris standing there with a confused look on his face.

"I didn't mean to scare you dad, but you had this really spaced out look on you're face…it was kinda creepy, actually." He said to me.

I just sighed and sank back down into my chair. Chris sat across from me on the couch on the other side of the room, "What were you thinking of, anyway?"

"The day we found out about Harry."

"So it was really that horrible, huh?"

I just looked at him blankly. Does he really expect that your godson being murdered wouldn't be horrible? Jeez you would think he could use his brain once in a while.

I could feel Chris' eyes on me, and I looked up to see him staring at me.

"You know, I've heard you tell me the beginning of the story of what happened to Harry, like a million times, but I still don't know what happened to him. All I know about Harry so far is that he was you're godson, and that he was the same age as me."

I sighed again. I still hadn't told Chris the full story. I could never get through the whole thing. I always stopped halfway through, until I couldn't go on any longer.

"Do you really want to know?" I asked slowly.

He nodded his head and shuffled closer.

"Well it was about 15 years ago and…"

I told him the story, and when I was done he was looking at with wide eyes, "That is horrible!" he muttered. "Well, I think I'm gonna go to bed." He said as he got up from the couch and stretched.

"Ok." I murmured in response.

I went to bed later thinking that Tuesday couldn't come soon enough.

A/N: Ok most of this was written by Chicken. But C.h.e.w.b.a.c.k.a will write chapter 2. It sort of alternates but C.h.e.w.b.a.c.k.a also added a few things to chapter one.
Umm… in each chapter we are going to do 2 people's point of views because we are cool. –wink-
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