Blackness. Complete and total blackness. Not exactly what James Potter wanted to see when he opened his eyes. James made to sit up quickly but was stop as when he picked his head up it hit into something very hard. Stone hard to be specific. Now James started to panic. When he moved his arm however, with all intentions to try and feel around what ever the hell he was in, he discovered that his wand was in his hand. It was then that James noticed that his right arm was positioned across his chest with his hand, closed around his wand, resting on his heart. Not pausing to think James yell "Reducto!" and a hole was blasted through the stone that was above him. If he had hoped that light might shine into whatever he was in, he was wrong. Only a small flick could be seen, hardly enough light sufficient to see very well by.

James heaved himself through the hole he had managed to make. Once out James sharpen his senses. Where the hell was he? And where the hell were Lily and Harry? What had happened? Questions were flashing through James head so fast that many of them were not even fully processed in his mind. All that he knew was that he wanted his wife and son. Wand out in front James began to take in his surrounding just as Moody had taught him. Not evening finishing his scan of the room, James got the sickening feeling he knew where he was. The family mausoleum. The walls were made of stone and had two troches, which were the only source of light, on either side of the entrance. He had not been inside the mausoleum since he and his father buried his mother. ' What the hell is Voldemort playing at?' James thought continuing his scan of the mausoleum. Once he was sure that he was alone, James turned back to see what he had be in cased inside. It was a tomb. His breath caught in his throat. Had that sick bastered put him inside one of his family members tomb? He took a step closer to see whose tomb he had been placed in. When he read whose tomb it was, James nearly fell back in shock.

James Harry Potter the Third

Loving Son, Loyal Friend, and Dedicated Husband and Father

' A man to be admired by all'

Died in Battle

This had to be a joke. A sick, sick joke that none other then Voldemort could pull. How could people think he was dead? He wasn't dead was he? As that thought crossed his mind, James immediately felt his body. Nope, not a ghost. Then James remembered that you had to choose if you wanted to become a ghost or not. And he didn't remember ever having to decide because he never would have chosen to be a ghost. Looking back at the inscription something next to his own tomb caught his eye. If James thought he had a hard time breathing after seeing he was placed in a tomb, he was most certainly wrong. Grasping the side of his own tomb, James struggled to breath. 'No. NO! She can't be. She's not.' Not evening know what he was doing, James found his head rising to look at the tomb that was positioned directly next to his. He stayed standing next to his tomb, not trusting his legs to carry him, and read what was written on the tomb. Tears had filled his eyes making the inscription on the tomb become blurred. But he knew what it said.

Lily Samantha Potter

Loving Daughter, Loyal Friend and Dedicated Wife and Mother

'To love her was to know her'

Lily. His sweet, beautiful Lily. Oh god. How could this have happened? James fell to the ground beside his tomb. The pain he felt for the loss of his Lily was more then anything James had ever experienced before. He always thought that he would be the one to die first. He was the one who was an Auror, he was the one who was always rushing off into battle, he was the one who took the stupid risks that could lead to him getting killed. Lily had a safe job as a healer, Lily went into battle as a last resort and even when she did fight she was never the front line, and she always thought her actions through. It never crossed his mind that she would die first. And the fact that she had…

A moan of pain escaped from James as he thought of his wife's beautiful face that he would never get to see again. And for the first time since he was 16, James Potter cried. More thoughts of Lily flew through his mind as he sat on the floor sobbing. Pain, sorrow, hatred and anger filled James so much that he thought he was going to burst. The pain of losing her, the sorrow that he had failed her, the hatred toward the man who ruined his life all mixed together. And then anger. Anger towards Lily herself. What the hell was she playing at? She knew well and good that he could not live with out her. Why did she leave him? Why didn't she break a fucking window to get out of the house? Why did she leave him?

"WHY!" James yelled out loud looking furiously at the ceiling. Sparks shot from his wand and the mausoleum began to shake around him. But James paid to mind. "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME? Oh god, Lily why did you have to…" He couldn't finish, the pain was all too much for him to handle. Sobs over came his body with such force that he nearly fell completely onto the floor. 'Lily, oh god. No this can be happening to me. She can't be. No, no. My wife. The mother of my child.'

Suddenly, for the third time that night, James breath caught in this throat at his last thought. 'The mother of my child. HARRY!' His son. Oh god, his sweet baby boy, what happened to Harry. 'No, oh please no not my son. Not my boy!' James thought. He had lost his son as well. No moan escaped from James at this thought though, no, it was a yell that seemed to come from his ever heart itself. A yell filled with so much pain that it would make anyone who heard it want to cry. It was a yell of a man who had lost everything dear to him. He couldn't do it any more; James fell to the floor, unable to take the emotions that were surely slowly drowning him.

He was unsure for how long he had been just laying there on the ground in front of his tomb, crying. He had stopped crying, but he still felt the pain. Oh god did he feel the pain. His sorrow seemed to have moved beyond tears. On wobbly legs, some how James managed to stand. Staggering a little from exhaustion, James steady himself by placing a hand on his tomb. Slowly, he started to move along the side of his tomb, towards the head. He walked past his tomb to stand at the head of Lily's. Standing there for a moment, subconsciously tracing the inscription with a finger, James looked at the tomb that held his beloved Lily. Unable to look at hers for any longer, he turned to see the tomb he had not seen the night before. His son's. 'No father should have to see their child's coffin.' James thought as he was turning his head. But, there was nothing there. In the spot where a child was suppose to be, there was empty space. James' father had explained the concept of the family tomb to him. First the husband then the wife, and last the son. That was the order the tombs were to go in. And his son's tomb was not there. James started to move around the mausoleum in search for Harry's tomb. 'Why hell did they put him with me and Lily?' James thought as he searched. Even though it would cause him pain, he had to see it, he had to see his son.After looking at almost ever tomb, James froze.

He tried not to let the thoughts he was thinking get to him, but was having a hard time. Did the absent of Harry's tomb mean…No it couldn't. How in the world could he have? Unless…. Unless, he never…

"Hello? Anybody in here?" said a voice from just outside the mausoleum.

A.N- Couldn't help it. I had to make a chiffhanger. Sorry. What did you guys think though? Let me know please. I love to see "review alert" in my mailbox. This story takes place during Harry's fifth year. And I forgot to make a Disclaimer before, so here it is

Disclaimer- JKR is the ruler of all things Harry Potter. And....well I'm not her.