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A/N: Okay, sorry, but this chapter is very short! I hate to make it short, but, well, I just feel that this is all I should add to this chapter without messing it up. This is much more angsty then some of the past chapters, that's for sure. Tell me what you think of it. I don't write much angst, so I hope I did okay. . .

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Reunions

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"Lily, over here!" Lily desperately spun around and around until she was dizzy, where was he? She had heard James. She did. Lily held her wand further outward as she saw one of the masked figures walk pass her, heading towards a group of children, perhaps only nine or ten years old. They cowered behind an over turned table, ice cream spilt all over the floor around them. She took a deep, shaky breath and pointed her wand at figure, successfully stunning him (or her).

As she made her way over to the children, tears were still streaming down her face and she couldn't feel her legs. Lily was surprised they actually worked at the moment. She finally made it to the table, grabbing hold of the overturned edge, supporting herself. She opened her mouth to speak, but found she couldn't. She couldn't breath. It was too hard. The children sat still, some crying, some watching Lily, some watching everything else. Lily shook her head and gulped, turning to the children. She stared at them for few seconds.

It wasn't right. It wasn't right that they had to be here. Now. Seeing people die. Wondering they'll be next. That wasn't right. They should be having fun, eating ice cream while joking about with their friends. None of this was right. No one should be here. Now. No one. Yet, it still happened. This was reality. This was life.

Licking her lips, Lily spoke softly, choking up every few seconds,"We-We need-. . .to get out-we've got to get of here-" She ducked behind the table with the children as a curse was sent whizzing past her,"I'm going to count to three-" Lily back up further as avada kedavra was sent in their direction, luckily hitting the table instead of a person. She bumped into something behind her. Lily quickly turned, afraid it was one of those figures. It wasn't.

It was a middle-aged women. Dead.

Lily quickly turned back to the children, trying her best (which wasn't much right now) to ignore the body behind her. A girl with brown hair sobbed,"I don't want to die! Please don't let them kill me! Please!" The others began with her. Lily hurridly pulled the small group close to her, trying to shield them,"It will be alright. . .it will be fine. I won't let them hurt you. . ." A mute sob escaped her as she covered her mouth quickly, hiding her head from the children, afraid to let them see she was just as afraid as they were. They had already seen her crying though, so it didn't much matter. "It will be alright. . ."

She could see, out of the corner of her eyes, green flashes of the death curse everywhere. Avada kedavra. Two simple words and everything was gone. Everything. . .

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Lily pulled her sweater closer to her as she searched for James' face in the crowd. Aurors (she had studying them in DADA and in the library on her own time quite often) had come in and were able to fight off the Deatheaters, as Lily found they were called. She had stayed behind the overturned table till the aurors arrived, stunning four deatheaters that had come nearby. She'd heard the word "deatheaters" only a few times in fifth year and a few times during her short time as a eighteen year old fiancee of James Potter.

She had to find him.

What had happened to him? Was he alright? Was he even alive? What if he wasn't? What if James wasn't alright? What would she do? What would happen?

She had to find him.

"Excuse me, sir, have you seen-. . ." Lily trailed off as she realized the man she had started to ask about the wereabouts of James, was mumbling to himself; Lily could hear what he was saying, yet none of it made sense. "Are. . .Are you alright?" Lily thought this a stupid question considering what had just taken place. She carefully placed a hand on his shoulder. He pulled away and stared at her with a strange eyes. His eyes weren't right in some way. There was something wrong with this man.

"He was-He was put under the crucio curse." A young woman, about Lily's age stuttered, walking up to the man Lily was speaking to, healer and younger man behind him. They took no noticed of Lily.

The healer sighed as he examined the man,"I'm afraid. . .I'm afraid your father has been driven to insanity."

Lily turned and walk away, not want to hear more. Unfortunately, she could hear the grief-stricken cries. She began to stumble around more frantically, afraid of what she'd find of James. If only she hadn't of been so afraid! So much of a coward! If only she had pulled herself together; she could have stayed with James! It was her fault they had been separated. And if anything-anything-happened to James, it would be her fault. She felt so foolish. So stupid. So helpless. Lily could have helped fight off the deatheaters. She should have.

She knew for certain James had been off fighting and dueling like a hero. No, Lily hadn't actually seen James out being a hero, saving people and warding off deatheaters. She just knew James Potter well enough to know he wouldn't-couldn't-just stand back and hide. He had to have action. He had to be part of the action. He had to be the action. Even if it was dangerous. The stupid prat. She was a hypocrite saying that, seeing as she was just as much a stupid prat, cowering away and being weak during the attack as James was for risking everything for action. He was Gryffindor, so of course James had to be brave. . .wasn't she a Gryffindor too? Shouldn't she have been like James and fought the deatheaters? Conquered her fears?

Part of her was saying she had a right to hide and sob behind a table seeing as she had never been through an attack before. Another part of herself said that she could have done what James had done. Lily just didn't know if she believed that part of her as much. She admired James for having such courage during such horrible times, yet she still thought him a silly prick for risking so much.

Who would annoy her to no end if he died? Who would help fight off a bunch of "terrifying" rocks? Who would accidental throw rocks at her head in the middle of the night? Who would stand awkwardly in the middle of a flower shop for her? Who would bring his weirdo friends over to her house? Who would kiss her (not that kisses actually mattered)? Who would smile at her like he always did? Who would gaze at her all the time with those hazel eyes?

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"Lily!"

She spun quickly around for what seemed like the thousandth time in the past twenty minutes of searching the ice cream parlor. To her relief, James was limping over to her, his right leg bleeding slightly. Other than that, he seemed fine. Lily stood for moment, mouth open. She sighed and a cry of relief came out as tears came down her face. She walked quickly to him, hugging him. He held her tightly in his arms,"Are you alright? I couldn't find you and-"

"You stupid prat! You could have been killed!" Lily exclaimed looking up into his face. "I was so worried!"

"Woah, calm down, Lily. Calm down. . .everything's fine now. Everything's fine." James murmured over and over into her hair, as if to help reassure himself as well as Lily. His face showed no trace of the laughing face he had on only an hour ago, before the attack. He lightly stroked her hair, breathing deeply.

Lily closed her eyes for a moment, thinking. Calming down. She realized her behavior to James. She had just about ran to him, hugging him for dear life it seemed. Lily didn't think that was natural. But then she supposed it was because of the attack. She didn't want James dead or gone, even though he could be quite annoying when he wanted to be. Yes, it was just the attack jumbling her thoughts around. That's the only reason for hugging James like that. . .

She was happy for him to be here, alive. That's all that mattered. They had survived.

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Lily never found out what happened to the young happy couple or the father of the wife and son who had been murdered right before her eyes. Frankly, apart of her, deep down, didn't want to know, afraid of the truth. Afraid of what fate they had suffered.

She rolled over in her bed, pulling the covers closer to her, shivering from sadness, not coldness. It was night now. Lily had went with James to get his leg fixed by a nearby healer after their reunion. After, they immediately flooed (Lily said she just wasn't up to apparating right then) to her home. James stayed for an hour or so, never letting Lily out his sight, it seemed. He was quiet though. So quiet. Everything was quiet. Even Carol. Lily's parents were bewildered, only understanding the part of being attacked. Lily was tired and grief-filled. James the same as Lily. He offered to stay with her for a while longer, but Lily said she'd be fine, knowing she would definitely not be fine. He left.

Now she lay in her bed several hours later after her mother pestering in knowing what had happened. It was about midnight now and Lily only wished for sleep to come so she could leave the miserable images and memories of earlier that day.

She sighed, looking towards the window for moment. A part of her, for one reason or another wanted to see rocks being thrown at that window, leaving a Tap! A part of her, wanted James to hold her like he did the night before. She felt so lonely, so. . .empty.

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A/N: Sad chappie. Sad. This chapter was originally going to be longer because I was going to add the next wedding preparation event, but I thought maybe the aftermath of the attack should have a chapter of its own, that the wedding preparations would sort of take the spoitlight off the horrible reality of the deatheater attack. I plan for there to be two more chapters for this story; they'll be sort of parts one and two since they could basically going together in one superchapter.

I realize the reviews for chapter five were not answered, one thing led to another and I was never able to reply. Sorry!

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