Ooh, I am aware that seemed a little speeded up in the first chapter. Oh well. That just makes it more angsty. And I know there is probably a bunch of plot holes. I most likely won't be fixing them. Enjoy!

Lily screamed when she heard the gunshot from the direction of the house. She recognized that sound from when she was younger. She never forgot it. And she knew what it meant: Death. Possibly Death Eaters. "Run!" she heard vaguely. It sounded so far away, like they were yelling in a raging wind. "Scatter!"

She saw Ryan pull Ginny with him as they headed for the house. "No, Ryan!" she called desperately. "Don't go that way! Get back here! No!"

Lily tore off after him, determined to drag him back to his father and keep the little rascal out of trouble. Who knew who that could have been?

Lily heard a scream from upstairs and followed it, the sound ringing in her ears at it got louder and echoed down the hallway. She could hear something behind her, but didn't dare look back for fear of seeing something she didn't want to see, like Peter hanging dead at his house after committing suicide.

She ran for the open door down the hall, well away from the other occupied rooms. The door opened outward, unlike the other doors in the house. It was covered in both bright and dark red blood, smeared all over it like someone decided to try and write on it before noticing what they were doing. It was sickening to look at.

"Ryan!"

"Oh dear God!"

There was a thud on the wooden floor in the room while Lily ran in, expecting her son dead at her feet, killed from an Avada Kedavra, even if she didn't hear the words spoken. She could feel her life's blood thunder under her skin.

On the floor was someone who looked like James, his eyes closed, tear tracks down his cheeks, hair tousled and blood fanning out behind him in an arched spray of red. The only disturbing thing was a tinge of pain and a small smile playing on his lips. The clothes he was wearing were different. Was he polyjuiced?

Lily's wand was out quickly, brandished while her eyes looked all around, looking to find someone, anyone in the room. James was in the room almost immediately after Lily. He looked around, wondering what was happening. Seeing something of a double of the floor almost made him drop his wand as he looked at the body with jaw dropped shock.

Lily saw Ginny, passed out on the floor, probably from either shock or horror. Maybe she got sick from the sight.

Ryan had inched closer to the wall, hands splayed against it, looking the part of a frightened child, watching a bar fight with knives at midnight. "Mum… Dad? Oh dear God…"

James made a choked sound from the side of the room. Lily had already lowered her wand just to jerk it back up again at the noise. She spun around, eyes wild as they searched for a threat. She only saw a piece of parchment in colour changing ink in her husband's hands. And it was green.

The boy on the floor did this on purpose.

"James?" Lily whispered. "Do we know him? Is he just an unknown relative?"

James made a whimpering kind of sound, something you would expect from a kicked puppy before it keeled over and died painfully.

"It says… it says he's my son!" James said, shocked. His son? When did he get another? "And…" James choked, crumpling to the floor.

Lily snatched the parchment, wondering what made her husband so… shocked.

She immediately wished she hadn't.

The statements in the parchment terrified her, made her wonder if she lost sight of who she was, why she did the things she apparently did.

"He's nothing but the BROTHER of the Boy-Who-Lived! He's not important!"

"I can still remember that night, you know. Through my nightmares."

"I remember that light hitting ME straight between the eyes, Mom looking at Ryan, not even realizing her younger baby getting 'KILLED' just next to her."

"Momma had never loved me. Only Ryan."

"Was I not even worth my parent's time, unlike my brother?"

"Why was I invisible to the people who were supposed to mean the most to me?"

Momma never loved me. Only Ryan, echoed in Lily's head. Was she that callous? Towards her own flesh and blood? Was she becoming like Petunia?

No, worse than Tuney, her mind yelled. She never ignored her own son!

She continued reading, not even trying to imagine how much this young man had gone through. Ignored by his own family! His own godfather!

The writing had been a steady, solid dark green nearly the entire page. It scared her, how this man couldn't take it anymore.

"Good bye then. I hope we never meet again. Hope to see you in hell."

She sincerely hoped she ended up there for what she had done.

I listened to four or five different songs during this one's writing. Almost all of those were happy, bouncy type songs. Makes you wonder where my sense of (very slight) gore comes from, eh?