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November 13th, 1981

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BREAKING NEWS!

DARK LORD UNDER CUSTODY – EXECUTION DATE SET – THE WAR IS OVER!

Thanks to the efforts of one James Potter, the Dark Lord has been captured and placed in the custody of the Ministry of Magic. According to our sources – The Battle took place on October 31st , and almost completely destroyed James', his lovely wife Lily's, and their son Harry's home. Luckily reconstruction efforts are strong with volunteer work from all across Europe. Best of wishes to the Potter Family!

Now on a more serious note, the Dark Lord's followers, called "Death Eaters", have been rolling into Ministry custody as well. The majority of them claim to have been under the Imperious Curse, and were forced to do his bidding. Their punishments are being debated, but the Dark Lord's Punishment is clear. He'll be executed on the 15th.

It seems that with the capture of so many Death Eaters and The Dark Lord that the War has finally reached it's much anticipated end.

Remus found it hard to remove his eyes away from the newspaper laying limp in his hands. He re-read the headline atleast 50 times, just to make sure he had been reading correctly.

THE WAR IS OVER! Echoed loudly in his head.. He couldn't remember a happier time in his life.

Forcefully removing his eyes from the paper – he glanced towards the clock a few feet ahead of him.

'2:14 already?' he could have sworn he entered the hospital only 15 minutes previous. With a heavy sigh, he looked down to the bed in front of him. Sleeping silently under the creamy-white hospital sheets was James Potter. The man who would be a hero for the rest of his life. Remus felt the familiar tug at the corners of his lips as his face formed a smile. 'My best friend. A hero.' he found him self anticipating the next few years of his life. They'd finally be peaceful. That alone left him in a state of bliss.

But worry soon found it's way into his mind again. He realized that although he was a hero, he may never wake up again.. He may never be able to see his son grow into a wonderful young man.. There had to be a way to wake him from his coma. They were Wizards for God's sake. They could turn a bat into a car if they decided to – But they couldn't wake a man from a coma? What kind of Bullshi-

"Remus!" yelled a disgruntled Lily Potter.

He looked up at her – clearly startled.

"Goodness.. Even when theres a man in a coma right in front of you – you still find a way to scream." grumbled Remus.

"I'd rather wake him up young and screaming, than old and dying." replied Lily.

Remus opened his mouth to retort, but figured he wouldn't win the argument even if he tried.

"So hows Harry doing?" he questioned, gazing slightly into nowhere.

"He's been better." she said simply, "He's gotten a cold."

Remus lowered his gaze to Lily. He raised an eyebrow then spoke in a reassuring tone, "Don't worry. He'll get better." his gaze then rested on James. "They'll both get better."

Lily beamed at the door. Frightened. The knob had begun to turn and there hadn't been a sound from the living room in some time. She raised her wand shakily and waited. It felt like hours before the knob finally stopped turning and the door itself burst open. With a loud 'thud!' her husband fell face-first on the floor of her son's bedroom. She quickly ran over to him and winced when she saw the amount of damage he had taken.. she shook her head clear of any negative thoughts and began to check his vitals. He would live – but not for long if he didn't get some help quickly..

She moved away from his body and moved towards a nearby window. She summoned her owl and told it to alert the Ministry of Magic and get Remus, Sirius, and Peter as quickly as possible. The owl nodded it's small head, then flew off with a loud 'hoot!'. She shuffled back over to James' body and began to rub his forehead.. tears fell from her solemn emerald green eyes. She couldn't lose him. She wouldn't lose him.

The cold October wind howled at Sirius as he neared Godric's Hollow. "I guess this is your last ride." he thought solemnly as he looked at the state of his broomstick. It had been beaten and battered, several pieces of wood missing making the broom appear to be a tree that had been stabbed numerous times. It was a wonder he was still flying on it. Pushing those thoughts from his mind he focused on his Point of Interest.

The home had appeared completely fine from the outside – but the dining room window told another story. The table had been flipped over, dishes and silverwear were scattered across the damaged hard-wood floor. Sirius winced at the damage and decided to hover up to Harry's bedroom when a Black and Blue owl came flying his way. He raised his eyebrow at the owl and waited for it to come near. When it got close it motioned it's wing up above – pointing directly to Harry's window. Sirius' eyes widened.

He darted up to the window and peeked in. The scene before him could brought a tear to his eye. Sprawled over a body – which looks a lot like James – was Lily Potter, bawling her eyes out.

"He couldn't be dead.. It's not possible.." Sirius reassured him self, but his attempts were futile. He knocked on the window, and to his surprise, Lily looked up. She rushed over to the window and pulled him into a bear hug.

"H-he's in a com- coma!" She said in between sobs.

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