A/N: I still don't own anything. Sorry.

At the next Order meeting, everyone was unusually somber. The room is dead quiet, thought Lily. And at the thought of 'dead' a new wave of grief washed over her. She had lost so much. Everyone had lost so much.

Scanning the room, she saw James leaning against a corner wall. His hair was even more disheveled than usual and he looked so much older than he really was. Lily hadn't spoken to James since the funeral. It was too hard; for both of them. Each other's presence reminded them of what they had lost. James saw her and caught her eye. Lily looked away, tears now filling her own eyes. Only a week ago, she had stood in this very room next to Alice. How had everything changed so quickly?

Her eyes strayed to the couch and its occupant. Frank Longbottom looked even worse than James, if that were even possible. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was an ashen color. His hair was dirty and the dark circles under his eyes gave him the appearance of an old man who hadn't slept in months. Frank was slumped over, looking expressionless. He had been like this since the night it had happened. Lily couldn't help but question why. Frank and Alice were friends, but they were never close, as far as Lily knew.

This had been bothering Lily all week. What if Alice had kept secrets from her? She had been her very best friend. They even lived together before Alice moved in with James. But still, what if there were things that Alice had never had a chance to tell her? This thought tortured Lily, day, night, and all the time in between. She glanced back at James and wondered if he ever wondered about this, too.

James was standing off to the sided by himself, not wanting to be with people. He didn't want to hear their condolences. He didn't care whether or not they were sorry about what had happened. He just wanted Alice back, and unless they could do that, he didn't care about what they had to say.

Glancing up, James saw Lily Evans staring at him. As soon as she noticed him watching her, she looked away. James sighed. He knew that this was just as hard on her as it was on him. James looked Lily up and down, wondering how she was doing. She looked like hell. Her shoulders drooped and her usually bouncy hair was lifeless. He didn't think that Lily had worn make- up since the funeral, and her eyes had a distraught look in them.

James wanted to say something to her, but he knew there was nothing to say that would help. Just then, Dumbledore clapped his hands and the room fell silent.

The sharp claps woke Frank from his thoughts. Frank didn't even know why he bothered coming tonight. He was no help to the Order right now. He didn't want to fight anymore, it was hopeless. All hope died with her.

Frank internally cringed at the turn his thoughts had taken. It was happening a lot lately. All roads in his mind led to her. And now she was gone, making him suddenly lost. Frank heaved a sigh, what had happened to him? Alice wouldn't have wanted to see him like this. He was a mess. And Alice hated messes. "What happened to my friend?" she once said to him, "I want to see my friend Frank. Let me know when you find him."

Frank could almost hear her throaty voice. And her laugh. Especially her laugh. It was one of his favorite things about her. She was always so happy. It was only right that the death of the happiest person in the world would cause devastation.

Frank looked at the faces of those around him; all absorbed in what Dumbledore was saying, and a he felt a burst of anger in the pit of his stomach. How could these people go on, pretending that something wasn't missing? He wanted to shake them and scream, "Don't you care? Alice is dead! Don't you care at all? What's wrong with you?" And looking at their faces, he realized that they would probably wonder the same thing about him.

The Dark Lord was concerned. The nagging feeling had not left him, and he wanted to be sure. The Dark Lord was always sure. So he had called one of his most trusted servants. "You wished for me, My Lord?" a voice in the darkness spoke quietly. "Severus," the Dark Lord said, "I wish to speak to you about," he hesitated, "the Prophecy."

Severus Snape drew in a breath, "What about it, my Lord?"

"You are sure that there are no others that fit the description?"

"None, my Lord. Potter and the girl were the only two. No other has dared be foolish enough to defy you thrice."

"And the girl had been killed, Severus?"

"Yes," answered Snape, "By my own hand."

The Dark Lord smiled and licked his lips, "Good." He waved his hand, dismissing Snape. Snape left the room, trying to control the panic building up inside him. Could the Dark Lord know? How could he possibly how have found out?

After the meeting finished, everyone left almost immediately, except for a few stragglers. One of them was Lily. Another was Frank. He hadn't moved from the couch once since Lily had been there. She gave him a worried look as she walked towards him.

"Frank…" she whispered as she sat down on the couch next to him. When he did not respond, she put her hand on his. This human touch startled him and he turned to face her, his eyes full of confusion. But Frank still said nothing. "Come on, Frank," Lily said quietly while pulling him up from the couch, "Its time to go."

Frank was still silent, but he allowed her to lead him towards the front hall. "I think we should talk," Lily murmured. Frank nodded. So Lily, still grasping his hand, walked out the door with Frank.

Flashback

James stood in front of the cemetery's gate, pacing back and forth. He glanced at his watch for the thousandth time. Alice said she would be here. She said that she needed to talk to him, that it was important, that it couldn't wait, and it had to be here. 'Not at home,' she had written him this morning, "that's not the right place for something like this.' Needless to say, James was worried. Where was she? He walked down the road some, looking for any sign of her. He didn't see Alice, but he did see a sign. A sign that made his worst fears all the more possible. James broke into a run. "Alice!" he yelled drawing his wand, "Alice!" He burst in the small hut where the ominous green skull and serpent loomed overhead. Sprawled on the floor was a petite, lifeless figure. Next to her was a birch wand. "Alice!" James screamed, utterly distraught now, "Alice, no!"

A/N: So that is how Alice died, or at least from James's POV. But is she really dead? You'll find out in the next chapter. Thanks for reading. Review please.