A/N: A muse hit me :rubs head:

Disclaimer: What makes you think I own this? cause I don't :smile: I wouldn't mind owning James or Fred tho...

Warning: Character Death :sob:

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Nobody Said That It Was Easy

October 31, 1981, Godric's Hollow...

James bolted to block the entrance to the living room as Lily ran upstairs, Harry wailing in her arms.

Voldemort smiled pleasently at James in a most unpleastent manner.

"I congradulate you on remaining hidden this long. It's just too bad for you that you picked the one spy in your little "Murader" gang to keep the secret..." The snake laughed advancing on the boy.

James at that moment almost faultered and would have if not for Alastor Moody's voice suddenly poping up in his head and screaming itself hoarse about "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"

James decided right then and there if he ever lived to see his darling "Chief" again the first thing he'd do is slap him for putting that there...

Voldemort considered for a moment before deciding that the brat child infrount of him had caused him too much grief to just Avada Kadavra.

"I'll deal with you later boy...STUPEFY!"

A jet of red light shot out hitting the younger man in the chest and sending him flying into a wall before rendering him unconcious.

"There, now to deal with the other two brats..."

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November 1st, 12:01pm...

James awoke with a splitting headache and a board poking into his back.

"Lil? Lily? LILY!" the man threw himself forward toward the door only to see that the frame (and the rest of the bloody house) had partially colapsed in on itself...Great...

Crawling through the gap James immerged just in time to have about fiffty wands trained on him.

James blinked in confusion then ignoring, them, turned to servey the cottage...

Well he saw a large pile of boards...Just where the Hell was he...

Remus Lupin was seriously considering addmitting himself to St Mungos Closed Ward...That or crying for joy.

There stood his best friend, alive and...er..concussed. Better go get him to sit down...

James had tooken to walking dazedly around the "once house now splinter pile." Calling out for Lily.

Suddenly James felt two hands grab his arm, turning he saw Remus standing there looking about ready to have a nervious breakdown.

That snapped him back to reality, Remus NEVER cried.

"Moony...?"

"This way James...She's this way..." The Lycanthrope said hoarsly.

Something in James chest tightened, and his panic suddenly swelled up.

James followed him over to a large Oak tree, where several people stood around...Lily...

James mind came into sharp focuse centering on the still form that lay there on the grass...

How many times had she sat there at this exsact spot reading or playing with Harry...Ironic.

James sat down drawing her up into his lap, the other moved away to give him privicy only Remus staying nearby.

James ran his fingers through soft, sunsoaked, ruby locks, looked at the soft carefree expression on her face...

Felt the coldness of her skin which chased away the dream that she was "just asleep" and whould wake up soon...

"Lily..."

James looked up resignedly at Remus.

"Moony...where's Pronglet..."

Remus smiled, "Alive, Prongs."

James eyes widened "Really Rem?" he asked voice strained.

"Really, James."

James looked down at Lily.

"I'd like...I mean, I want..." James looked around at the home they'd only had sence late last summer but had instantly fallen in love with. The trees quite, peaceful...

"She always loved it here, this spot, under this tree..."

"I understand James..." Remus said sadly.

"Remmy, could you... I mean...I need to say good bye." James whispered.

Remus nodded moving away to give his friend some time.

James kissed her forehead, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair, he'd alway teased her mrs tomboy for using such girly-flowery-smelling shampoos...

But what was she if not a girl and...Oh god but he coldn't take this!

He had once, (back in sixth year after she'd finally agreed to date him.) said, in a loud boastful speech to her, that boy don't cry, EVER!

But all the same, tears still streamed down his face as he kissed her, one last time...

TBC

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A/N: Okay I just killed off my favorite pairing so James and I need some down time next chapter should be up soon.

-Nikikeya