Authors Note: Dear God, I can't remember the last time I hated something this much after writing it. You can definitely skip it. As per usual: No beta's, less than 24 hours to write it, but this time I don't have a list to go on for prompts. We'll see how that works.

Thanks for reading!

They had violet bags under their eyes and drooping eyelids, mouths that turned down at the corners and pale, sickly skin.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

He wasn't ever hungry anymore. He was thinning, becoming gawky and lanky in places he hadn't been before. She felt like she was eating them out of house and home.

"Come sit with me," James said quietly, reaching his arms out to pull Lily into his lap. She grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around both of them to keep the cold out.

"You alright?" She asked, setting her head on her on his shoulder. She could feel his chest rise and fall as the breathed and his chin brushing against her forehead as he nodded.

"Fine."

James' voice was low and it was gruff, something Lily couldn't get used to. Every time he opened his mouth she expected his words to have the lilt of a laugh in them, but instead they were dry and harsh.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure."

"Okay, I'm sorry," She sighed, moving her head so it leant back against the couch. He sighed, moving her head back to where it had been moments before.

"Sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

"Everything has been coming out like that lately."

He ran his fingers through her hair, tucking it behind her ear and letting his fingers fall down so that they brushed against her cheek.

"I'm just- I don't know why."

"You do too know why, and I know why, and Sirius and Remus and Peter and everyone knows why."

He kissed her temple. "Is it that obvious?"

"It's only obvious because everyone else in the war is going through the same thing, just in different ways."

He gave a prolonged sighed, letting his head loll backwards. Turning herself around, Lily straddled him between her knees and smiled slightly.

"It's okay. When this is all over and done, you'll be back to normal," She said, pushing her hands through his hair. It fell into his eyes, messy from not being cut in months.

"And you'll be back to normal, I hope."

"Of course."

He kissed her quickly, his mouth turning up into as close of a smile as he could muster. That was as close to normal as they were going to get for a long, long time.

Instead of reviews, let's give constructive criticism and prompt ideas. Mostly prompt ideas, please, because I have ten more of these to do and I'm dying a little for lack of ideas.