DISCLAIMER: I still don't own any of the characters… I do own a bit more of the plot line… kind of…

AUTHORS NOTE: MagicalNinjaUndies: So glad you liked the story, hope to include a bit more Neville in later chapters. I hope to keep uploading at least one chapter every day, I know this one's a bit short, I'll hopefully post another later on! Yes, I know James was a bit of an ass in the first chapter, he HAD been woken up at 3am, but I've made him a lot more likeable in this chapter, so none of you Jily shippers get angry at me. (I am a Snily shipper myself, but that doesn't mean Lily will end up with Snape… so far the story's just going where I feel it's going… I have no clue what might happen!) Keep reviewing guys, I love hearing your opinions on my writing, good or bad! Again, I'm so sorry this chapter was really short – it was starting to depress me a bit…

James wrapped an arm around Lily in comfort as tears began to slip down her cheeks, and the two of them walked back inside. Lily placed Neville gently into the cot next to Harry, and smiled through her tears when she saw him close his eyes and drift into a peaceful sleep.

James spoke up quietly, careful not to disturb the sleeping infants. "What will we tell him when he grows up?"

"Everything," was Lily's answer. "He deserves to know."

"Even… even about how it could have been us who died instead?"

"We tell him everything."

They both looked down at Neville sadly, wishing that it didn't have to be this way, that he didn't have to grow up not knowing his real parents. And they both felt guilty when they thought to themselves about how they were glad it wasn't them, but the Longbottom family who were hunted down by Voldemort. But at least Neville had family, he had them, and he wouldn't grow up alone.

Lily would miss Alice Longbottom; the two of them had started to get along really well, and sometimes when Lily was there it seemed like Alice was getting better, that maybe she could overcome the mental illness caused by Bellatrix's Cruciatus curse.

But Lily would never know, for Alice was gone forever now. She'd like to think that Alice and Frank would have gotten better, that they would have been themselves again. But things change, and now they were both gone, and Lily knew that the only way she could stop herself from feeling guilty that it was them, and not her that died would be to look after Neville, treat him as family, make sure that he never felt alone.

Lily brushed away her tears, and turned to go to bed. James held her throughout that night, comforted her when she cried, let her sleep whenever Harry or Neville began to wail.

Lily was glad James was there for her that night, and though neither of them slept much, they'd been there for each other. If the deaths of Alice and Frank Longbottom had changed her in any way, it had made her appreciate life more, the fact that she had James and Harry, and the importance of family.

Lily eventually managed to sleep that night, but her dreams were filled with fear and sadness, and James would wake up to her screams, and she'd cry into his shoulder. And when the first rays of sunlight touched the morning sky, Lily found that the light brought hope, a chance for a fresh start, a new, safe life.