Hey guys, sorry for not updating last week but I spent all my time learning that a2 + b2 = c2 (I really don't get the point of the Pythagoras theorem… like if I wanted to know if it's a right angle triangle I would measure the angle ==") and stuff like that so I had NO time whatsoever (: im already in the middle of writing the nexy chapter so hopefully itll be up next week. And thanks for all ur reviews :D

Guys the pace will be slowing down a bit more now because James has gotten over his initial shock and panic.

A shoutout to my umm proof readers LULU and Whatever clarebears username is because without them you would be reading a chapter filled with stupid errors.

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Waking up early the next morning (well I think it's early… I don't think there really is a thing such as time up here in the afterlife), I lay in bed thinking over what happened.

Mental List Of Facts I Have Determined –

I am dead

Lily is dead

Harry survived the killing curse

Voldy is dead

I am annoyed at Padfoot

Harry is going to live with Lilys sister and her um… husband… more like whale but…

Voldemort has a stupid name

Looking or thinking I suppose over my list, I came to one conclusion. I had a weird day.

Realising I couldn't lie still any longer, I sat up and jumped out of my red and gold (A Gryffindor through and through; even in death, that's who I am) hammock. I saw my parents sleeping on their hammocks a few metres away. I was filled with a warm bubble of happiness. I thought I would never see them again. I can still remember the moment my whole world came crashing down around me, the moment I was informed of their deaths.

FLASHBAAAACCCCKKKKKK

I was 18. Just graduated and having the time of my life. It was the night I had planned to propose to Lily. Ah my sweet Lily. It was times when I was around her that I forgot about the war that was going on. Her laugh, so beautiful, so melodic seemed to wash away my stress, grief, angst.

The night I prepared for her was going to be perfect. I had spent years dreaming about this moment and her reaction. Ever since I was 11, I knew she was the one.

She was due to arrive in 5 minutes and I had already made her favourite food and set the table.

Hearing a knock at the door, I felt my heart rate increase dramatically. I hurried to the door and flung it open.

"Hey Lil…" I stopped right there. It wasn't Lily. It was Dumbledore. And his eyes weren't twinkling. Uh oh.

'I assume you're expecting company and I'm sorry to interrupt but this cannot wait.'

'Yeah sure… come in, come in' I stated uncertainly, inviting him in to the lounge room.

'James, sit down and make your self comftable.' But I refused.

'Well if you insist' Dumbledore said.

'It's about your parents.' My head started spinning slightly and my breath rate increased.

'Last night, their house was attacked by Death Eaters.' I started feeling ill.

Dumbledore bowed his head. I felt myself falling, the ground coming closer and closer towards me. The last thing I heard before everything went black was Dumbledores ever calm voice ' There were no survivors'.

END FLASHBAAAACCCCKKKKKK

Seeing them again, so happy, so real and so… so… ALIVE was a bit of an odd experience for me. But they weren't the only people we saw. We saw all of our friends from the Order and school such as the Prewetts, Bones, McKinnons and many more. It was a happy reunion, but there was an air of sadness as well. I could almost hear everyone's mind thinking: No, not you! Why did you have to die? And there were these 2 people, one a young girl, and the other one seemed to be her mother. And their eyes reminded me of someone, their bright blue eyes. But I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was about their eyes that was familiar to me.

The tour Lily and I were taken on last night was a breathtaking experience. When most people think of Heaven they think of a huge mansion, high tech devices, state of the art brooms etc. But this Heaven was all that. But different. There was no huge mansion. But instead there were trees. And lots of them. And the colour of them, it was so green it made my head spin. I suppose this would what Earth would look like if we hadn't destroyed it.

Our hammocks were the forest, tied up to the perfect height and length for each person. Boy I love magic.

There was a quidditch field with brooms supplied. But the model of brooms was a bit confusing. I had never heard of them. They were called Lightning Bolt 3000, but I didn't have a chance to test them out since Lily, dragged me away as soon as the top of the quidditch hoops came into view. Hmm, maybe I should go test them out. There were a lot more places such as the river, field of flowers and the mountain in the distance which, apparently, gives you a very nice view if you hike to the top.

With the thought of flying in my mind, I set off towards the quidditch pitch. I arrived eventually only getting lost a few times which I was quite proud of. Not to mention I could see the hoops rising above the trees, like the sun rising over the horizon.

I found one of those mysterious brooms by the edge of the pitch and I approached it with caution. Boy, if Sirius could see me now… wait… wasn't I meant to check up on Sirius and Moony? ARGH! I knew that the cliff was way too far away to get the quickly, considering we spent about 30 minutes I THINK to get to the quidditch pitch from the cliff and who knows what might have happened by then?

So abandoning all caution I ran towards the broom hopped on it and before I prepared myself I set off towards the cliff.

"ARGHH!" SLOW DOWN! And immediately it slowed right down. Wow I think it knows what im thinking. Let's experiment… Errr… Fly left? And immediately I had to grab onto to the broom as I felt the broom jerking to the left. I did the same about the right and the reaction was the same. Wow this is awesome! Why couldn't I have a broom like this. It's not just awesome, it looks awesome! The top of the broom was a smooth yet sharp tip that helped cut through the air quickly. There were no odd twigs sticking out at random places like those Comet brooms that used to be out. The end bristles seemed to be crafted individually to perfection. I could see all the effort that was put into this broom. Lightning Bolt… hmmm it reminds me of Harry's scar…

I guided the broom towards the cliff, testing out the different speeds and what It can do, and I managed to get to the cliff in about 10 minutes I THINK. Rushing over I announced in a pompous manner "Sirius Black!" and I saw the scene spin before my eyes. Then I saw Sirius as his animagus form running across a town and stopping in the middle of the street where I saw…

"Peter!" I heard someone growl next me. It was Lily and she was watching the scene over my shoulder.

"Thanks for waking me up James. I really appreciated it." I was quite sure she was using sarcasm but I wasn't 100 percent certain so I chose the safe option in replying and nodded. Figuring out that I probably wanted to watch instead of talk to her, she stopped talking and gasped, pointing down to the scene below. I whipped me head around and felt sick. Peter and Sirius were standing on a heavily populated street each shouting at each from the other side of the road, their wands raised. The muggles surrounding them were beginning to get agitated from their anger at each other. NO YOU IDIOT PADFOOT! GO TO THE MINISTRY!

I heard Pettigrews raspy voice drift up to me, shouting "Sirius how could you? James and Lily Sirius!"

Wait what?

'That little devil' Lily muttered next to me. Im confused.

Probably seeing or sensing my confusion she explained 'The mangy traitor is framing Sirius for it! And considering no one knew we swapped, that'll be more evidence against him!'

Shit.

'Ah.' I really didn't want to watch the scene below me, it would break my heart too much. How could Wormtail do that? We were his FRIENDS!

Sirius was tensing for attack when Pettigrew suddenly put his wand behind his back, and performing a nonverbal spell, he blew up the whole street. All of the colour from Lily's face had disappeared. I never knew you could get paler than white, but Lily had just proved me wrong. And I don't blame her. The scene on the ground below was horrendous. There was blood splattered all over the ground, in a sick yet intricate pattern. I saw a random arm at Sirius feet and a foot a metre off. I assume there was screaming, but I couldn't hear it. I had tuned everything out and the only thing I could think was He was our friend. How could he? He was our friend? How could he? He was our… Lily pulled me out of my trance and pointed down 'PETERS GONE!' And he had, the only trace of him was a finger on the ground and I think I saw a rat tail disappear down the hole in the ground that opened up into the sewers. Padfoot GET OUT OF THERE! And guess what the idiot did? He laughed. And he only laughed when he was devastated. When he didn't want to come to terms with the grief, when he couldn't comprehend what happened. I don't blame him. If Padfoot had died because Moony had betrayed him then Moony kills about a dozen people and frames him, I would feel that way. People always thought that Pettigrew was never a true marauder. Always an extra. But that's not the truth. At the beginning, yes that was true, but eventually he came to be a real part of our group. We all loved him like a brother so I couldn't believe he would turn against us.

Hearing pops down below I saw members of the ministry apparating to the scene and arresting Sirius. I started to shake, realising where he was heading off to.

'Azkaban' Lily and I breathed together. I couldn't control the shakes anymore and lily came over and wrapped her arms around me. Sirius doesn't deserve this, he spent his whole life defying his family. HE WOULDN'T DO IT!

'Don't worry love, there's always the trial.' Ah she always knows what to say

I realised she was right, and Sirius could plead innocent then.

'And James, you do realise Padfoot is going to have to explain about you guys being ILLEGAL Animagi, Emphasis on ILLEGAL.' She has a point. Once again.

'Well he will only get a fine, and he has too much money for his own good so that doesn't matter. And it's better than being thrown in Azkaban.' She seemed satisfied with that answer and nodded.

Padfoot's wand was confiscated and he was taken away. A blood splattered street, a few body parts here and there and an air of panic, confusion and hurt was what had been left behind of Pettigrew's betrayal.

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