So here's the second chapter guys! I wouldn't have taken so long but I was away at camp, so I couldn't exactly update.

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What? No, he couldn't be dead. If he were, why would he be in a coffin? Surely after death you wouldn't wake up in a coffin.

'I don't think I'm dead', James reasoned with himself. 'If I'm not dead, then I must be alive!'

All at once, a great weight seemed to be pressing in around James. He couldn't stay in this coffin thing! He had to get out, now!

Not really knowing what he was doing, James muttered, "Lumos." To his surprise, light filled the cramped place. He realized he had been holding his wand the whole time, and hadn't realized it.

'Okay, coffins have lids, don't they? So I can lift the lid using magic.' That was all James needed. "Wingardium Leviosa!" The lid rumbled and heaved, with the noise stone makes when it has been in one place for a long time and then suddenly moved.

'How long have I been in here?' James wondered. He looked at the lid of the coffin, which he had replaced.

JAMES POTTER

BORN 27 MARCH 1960

DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981

He died a noble death, trying to save his family

But James wasn't dead, at least not yet. He didn't like the part where it said trying to save his family. Did that mean he hadn't succeeded?

He took in his surroundings. He seemed to be in some kind of room, with stained glass windows and other marble coffins. James knew where this was. It was where all the Potter family was put at their final resting place. He saw his parents' coffins, in white marble, and…

"No." His voice came out husky from lack of use. "No! No!" It couldn't be hers. She wasn't… James couldn't bring himself to complete the sentence, even in his head. Slowly, numbly, he walked over to the coffin opposite the one he had somehow woken up in. On the pink marble lid, words were carved.

LILY POTTER

"No."

BORN 30 JANUARY 1960

DIED 31 0CTOBER 1981

She, like her husband, did a noble death, trying to save her son.

That was it for James. Everyone he loved was dead. Lily, Harry…

"I'm so sorry Lily. It was my fault you died. I should have stopped him, but I was too weak. Oh, Harry, it's my fault. I hate you Peter. You destroyed my family"

He kept murmuring these words, over and over, as if somehow, this would make things all right. James never once looked around to see that there was no other coffin with the name "Harry Potter" on it.

A/N: I could stop there but I didn't want to. You guys would yell at me for a short chapter.

Harry woke from another session of being in the graveyard and witnessing Cedric dieing and Voldemort regaining his body, to find he was sitting with his head on the windowsill. He groaned as he moved and his aching muscles protested. The sun was shining directly in to his eyes as well.

As Harry sat up, he remembered his thoughts and his wish. The whole thing seemed like it had happened a long time ago, for some reason. It was only last night.

He was startled out of his thoughts by a crash of breaking china downstairs. Who was it? His aunt and uncle had said they were going out with Dudley very early go god knows where and wouldn't be back until that night. Slowly, Harry crept out the door and downstairs.

There Harry was met with a sight that he had definitely not expected to see. Mr. Weasley, Ron, Fred, and George were once again standing in the kitchen, just like they had last year.

"Hi Harry!" said Fred, or it might have been George, Harry wasn't sure.

"Um… hi? Is there any point asking why you are here?'

"Of course there is Harry." Said Mr. Weasley, looking reprovingly at Fred. "We've come to take you out of here."

"To the Burrow?"

"No questions just now. We have to do this fast. I didn't exactly get permission to make a Portkey, and the Ministry will detect it if we're here too long." He pulled out an empty roll of tape that was obviously the Portkey.

"Come on Harry. I'll help you get packed." Harry led Ron up to his bedroom, still half in shock.

"So, what have you been doing all summer?" Harry asked Ron curiously. His letters hadn't given away anything.

"Me? Mostly helping out at Headquarters." Before Harry could ask what headquarters was, Ron said, "Lets just leave the questions till later, shall we?"

Bemused, Harry started packing his trunk, Ron helping.

Ten minutes later, Harry and Ron headed back downstairs to the kitchen, where the Weasleys stood waiting.

"Ready? Let's go then." Mr. Weasley held out the Portkey for all of them to touch. "One. Two. Three!" All of them put a finger on the Portkey. Harry felt the familiar jerk behind his navel, and then the Dursleys' kitchen disappeared and was met instead with whirling darkness.

How did you like this second chapter? I personally wasn't satisfied with it, but…

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