"Come on, Harry, we're going to see Mummy," James said as he picked up Harry from his pram and started walking up the green hill beside Sirius and Remus, avoiding grave stones as they went by.

"Mummy!" Harry screeched happily, clapping his small hands.

James turned to Sirius and Remus sadly. "He's noticed she's not around," he said.

"Well of course," Remus said solemnly as they spotted a group of people wearing dark clothing. "She is his mother."

James looked down and wondered if what he was wearing was suitable. As it was a muggle village, they were asked to wear only muggle clothing. James was clad in a black jacket and pants. Sirius had his leather jacket and pants on and Remus had a suit on, looking very proper. James had dressed Harry in a white top and brown pants.

James was dreading this. It's not like he hadn't been to a funeral before. There had been his grandparents, his parents, Lily's parents. He remembered at his parents' funeral he had broken down in Lily's arms. He remembered people coming up to him, wishing him the best, offering their sympathies. He remembered all that, it was all the same for his grandparents' funeral, but this was different.

He had pledged his life to Lily. He had sworn her protection and he had failed. Now he was going to her funeral, guilt ridden. When people come up to him, offering their sympathies, insisting that it wasn't his fault, he would turn them away because it was his fault. He could have done better. He could have protected her. He could have, right?

"James, my dear boy, how are you?" James' old professor, a dwarf by the name of Flitwick, said.

"I'm alright, Professor," he said solemnly as he glanced around at all the people starting to make their way towards him and he sighed.

"Let me be the first to say, that Lily was a fantastic woman," he squeaked. "One of my most favourite and gifted pupils. She will be dearly missed."

James nodded stiffly as Sirius and Remus went off to talk to some of the people queuing up to see James, which he was most grateful for.

"Oh, looks as if the coffin has arrived," Flitwick said, looking over in the distance.

Like everyone there, James turned to where Flitwick was staring. Two black ministry cars were pulling up, the first much longer than the other. Two men hopped out of the first one and circled around to the back while a man jumped out of the second one, carrying a small book to his heart.

James watched, with Harry now on the ground, clutching his leg, as the two Ministry officials opened the back door to the car and started heaving a large brown coffin out. A lump seemed to rise in his throat as he watched the two men heave. He only noticed Remus run forwards to help followed by two other wizards and a witch. James only noticed a firm hand on his shoulder and two small hands tugging on his pants. He was planted to the ground, unaware of what was going on around him except that brown coffin. He knew what lay in that brown coffin and his heart constricted as he pictured the red head laying in it. He felt movement around him, but he just kept his eyes on the ever-nearing coffin.

"Well, we're ready," the man holding the book to his heart (a muggle religious minister?) stood in front of James.

James snapped out of has daze and picked up Harry. "Yeah, alright," he said shortly.

"Oh," the minister looked awkward. "That man, with the long beard over there. Wearing the dress," he pointed and James only just noticed Dumbledore standing next to Minerva McGonnagal wearing a long emerald robe, despite the fact he had been warned that he had to wear muggle attire.

"What about him?" James asked.

"He says he wants to make a speech," the minister said, as though this were an abominable idea.

James glanced over at Dumbledore. "Okay," James said. "Let him make a speech."

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Dumbledore's speech consisted of what a wonderful and gifted woman Lily was, making sure not to mention her magical background in the presence of the muggle minister. He mentioned briefly her great love for her son and husband to which James stiffened to, all the while staring at the brown coffin sitting in front of the crowd.

Around him, James could hear random people blow their noses or sniffle, but James felt emotionless. He glanced Remus bouncing Harry on his knee, a small sob escaping from his lips and he even saw Sirius let loose a tear, but he felt nothing. The minister stood up passing Dumbledore as he sat back down, looking at him strangely. The minister started preaching about how Lily would be sorely missed, how she has lift an imprint on all the lives there.

How would you know? James thought haughtily. It's not like you knew her personally. She could have been awful and you wouldn't have known

"Our tears will flow for this beloved woman…"

Tears? James thought. How come I don't have tears? How come I feel so emotionless? Without feelings of remorse? Feel something James. Feel something for your wife.

He heard McGonnagal blow her nose extremely loud and saw Sirius brush away the tear as the prieststepped down and everyone got to their feet and walked towards a large hole behind the coffin. James slowly got to his feet and started to walk towards the crowd as though floating on a crowd. Remus carried Harry behind him and Sirius alongside James.

"We're just about to lower the coffin," the minister said pointedly to a few of the wizards.

The aforementioned wizards sprang forward and grabbed an end each to the coffin and slowly lowered it to the ground, James watching on in what seemed like helplessness.

As the coffin lay on the bottom of the hole, several witches and wizards, still blowing their noses, produced flowers from almost anywhere (which James supposed they conjured) and threw them onto the coffin. Their respect. James felt Sirius press something in his hand and looking down he found the one flower that almost made his pain bearable. The Lily.

James smiled up at Sirius who gave him a small wink before throwing it in the coffin. The lily among the other flowers was the last thing James saw before dirt flew inside.

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The crowd wavered around the newly occupied grave, tears still spilled from eyes and noses were still blown, but one man stood solitary at the base, his son in his arms, reading the words on the grave.

RIP

Lily Evans Potter

1960-1981

Loving wife to James Potter and mother to Harry James Potter

Sadly missed

"It won't do you any good, James, just staring at the words," Remus was behind him, he too also reading the words.

"I know," James muttered. "It just seems so surreal, you know? I mean we've only been married for two years, hardly been dating for that long beforehand. I knew I was going to marry her, I just knew it," Remus nodded glumly as James continued. "I've been chasing her for years and I only get three years! How is that fair, Remus? How? And what about Harry? Won't even remember her!"

"He'll have the photographs," Remus said softly. "Maybe not the same, but he has the stories, he's got your memories."

"It won't be enough," James muttered, putting Harry on the ground and kneeling in front of him. "There's mummy," he said pointing at the grave. "Go on," he pushed Harry forwards, closer towards the grave.

Everyone around James seemed to pause for a minute, chatters died down as they all watched Harry walk slowly forwards, inspecting the grave, holding onto it for support. James watched on as Harry started muttering to himself, incoherently, then as though making his mind up that his mum wasn't indeed going to jump out from inside the grave, he made his way around to the other side, hidden from everyone's view.

"Mummy?" James heard the cry and for a minute he thought the little boy had indeed found his red head mum crouching behind the large stone, but then he reappeared again, looking downcast.

He walked over to James, ignoring the pitying looks he was receiving from the many onlookers.

"Mummy?" he asked James, shrugging his shoulders and looking up at James with sad bright green eyes. It broke James' heart in a million pieces to see his son like this, so vulnerable without his mother to hold him close, to whisper reassurances. Harry didn't know just yet that his mother had left. He still thought she would be there. He had to be told. He had to have an idea.

"Mummy?" Harry pressed.

James took a heavy sigh and knew his next words would be clearly heard by everyone present.

"Mummy has…Mummy's…." he took a breath and thought over his words carefully, looking over at a solitary Sirius, who gave him an encouraging smile in return. "See that big stone?" he pointed over to Lily's grave and Harry turned to see where he was pointing. "That's where mummy is," he said and Harry looked up at him questioningly, his brow furrowed in confusion. "That big stone over there? You see that, Harry? That's mummy's grave. That's where she is."

A startled look of realisation crossed over Harry's face and James knew he had gotten through to his young.

Sirius walked over and produced a small rose from the inside of his sleeve and held it out to Harry.

"Hey," he said softly as Harry's downcast face stared up at him. "Why don't you take this to her?"

But Harry neither took the flower nor even considered it. He turned away from both Sirius and James and walked over to the grave, his back turned to everyone. He fiddled with something for a minute, and then stood still for another. When he walked back over to James and Sirius, a single poppy lay before the grave.

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Author's Notes: Grrr...I haven't had time to update and it'a ANNOYING...lolz...Now to reviews.

Kittenlover2: Thanks for the review...I'm trying to keep it a good enough stories for reviews..lolz.

Lost-In-NYC: That's a great suggestion, but you're right I already have the next chapters written...or most of it and James and Harry will have no connections with the Weasley family. They have to severe all ties with the wizarding world (except Sirius, Remus and Dumbledore), but thanks for the review!

Bouncerok: I'm trying, I'm trying!

GMUXMenSoaps: It's hard, I'm telling you! And just answering to your other review, the only reason I made Dumbledore so arrogant (very unlike himself I admit) was because I needed a way to get James into hiding. I see James as quite a stubborn character and I can't see him willingly going into hiding without some sort of manipulation on Dumbledore's part. Thanks for the reviews once again!

Kim: Thanks for the review! I plan on writing more, but I've had a pretty slow week/s...so it's pretty hard to update.

Laurina Lalaithe: It was very emotional wasn't it? I don't plan to keep it that way for long or I might get completely bored of it...lolz...ooh, by the way, I believe it was your birthday on the 15th? HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Lolz...hope you had a fantabulous day...lolz...Thanks for the review!

Dancegirlem: Thanks for the review! I'm trying to get a move on...I promise! Lolz.

Athenakitty: I don't plan to involve the Dursley's further more, only because I believe James would want nothing with them. Harry is safe for now. And just answering to your previous review, Harry does show some magical abilities as you can see in this chapter. Thanks for the review!