Oh my god, the movie was so awesome. Obviously not as good as the book but still sweet. Except Tonks and Lupin were only in it for a minute but it was still great and they added a random scene that was kinda cool but wasn't in the book. It was the best movie so far I think and it was funny too. I won't say more than that so I don't ruin it for people who haven't seen it. Anyway, I know that this chapter was supposed to be from Lily's point of view but I decided that I didn't want to reveal where she was so fast so this one is from James' POV too. Next chapter will be back to Lily's POV and we'll find out what happened to her. Enjoy!


"where would she go?" Moony asked seriously. James felt his friend's hand on his shoulder but he didn't look up. He could sense the other's standing by, waiting to hear what to do, where they should look. They were looking to James for information on Lily, where she might run, where she might hide. But he didn't know.

"I don't know. I don't know where she would go."

He was angry. At himself for causing her to leave, for not knowing where she might run or even whether she would be in the muggle world or their own, and at Lily, for creating the pain and fear that he was experiencing, for her life and their child's. How could she do this to him?

"She could have just gone past the gate and gotten kidnapped or something" a light voice suggested.

He heard a smacking sound and a loud "Oi, What was that for? I was just saying..."

"Banshee's breath, Pettigrew! What is wrong with you? Why would you say something like that?" Minerva McGonagalls's voice was loud, shrill and intimidating, breaking through James' thoughts. He realized that he was holding his breath and expelled it in a sigh. He could the bile rising in his throat. Lights twinkled before his eyes as he pressed his palms into them, hard. Wormtail could be right, for all they knew. Lily may not have left of her own free will.

"She may have just gone for a walk" another voice suggested. "We should check the area."

"No, she wouldn't. She knows better than that. If she was walking around here she might draw unwanted attention. She went somewhere else."

Moony's hand was withdrawn from his shoulder and replaced by other hands, less gentle, more demanding. They shook him roughly and finally he looked up, into his best friend's face.

"We're gonna find her mate, get a grip. Don't give up before we even start looking for her. I wasn't your best man for it all to end like this. Come on!"

Padfoot dragged him to his feet. He took a deep, steadying breath just as he had after his fight with Lily and turned to Moody who was watching him with narrowed eyes.

"What do you think, Mad-Eye?"

"If the death eaters have got her than we ought to keep an eye on the one's we know of, then if they hear anything we'll hear it too. We've got a much quicker heads up than we've had before. Someone should check the area, just in case and other than it's up to you to figure out any familiar places that she might have gone. She's muggle born, which just about doubles the possibilities. We'll call in as many of the other's as possible. Wherever she is, whether the death eaters have got her or not, we'll find out about it. You better start thinking Potter."

Ten minutes late, James stood in the yard with his friends, watching as one after another the members of the order exited the fence and the safety of the fidelius charm and dissaparated on the other side with loud cracking sounds, off to every location that James had managed to pull out his head, with some help from his friends. He knew that they would be apparating everywhere from Hogsmeade to Paris and all the other places in between, including her friends homes and their old school. He didn't know if there was anywhere that she liked to go in the muggle world and he felt immensely stupid that he had never bothered to ask her about her muggle life beyond her family.

Moody turned on his way from the yard, on his way to tell Dumbledore what had happened, and to make sure she wasn't at Hogwarts and James felt the eye looking at him and through him.

"Keep you head on Potter. Constant vigilance" he said as he had a million times before. Then he tapped his temple with a nod and turned away, disappearing into the darkness beyond.

"Peter and I are going to check the area" Moony said from beside him.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the invisibility cloak, handing it over to his friend.

"Take this" he said firmly.

"Are you sure?"

"Ya, take it."

He watched the two of them disappearing beneath the shimmering fabric and a moment later the gate swung open once more as if of it's own accord and they were gone. He turned to Padfoot who stood nearby, ready to follow him anywhere.

"I want you to stay here Padfoot."

His friend's jaw dropped and his eyes narrowed.

"What are you talking about, we need to find Lily?"

"I know that. But if she comes back here someone has to be here to let us know and so that she won't freak out when the house is completely empty. Please Padfoot, I can't do, I can't just sit here and wait, I have to do something, I have to search. I know her better than anyone. At least I thought I did."

Padfoot's face was sympathetic as he nodded agreement. He clapped James on the back and pushed him towards the gate. " I'll be here. Be careful mate. And bring Lily back safe." Padfoot smiled reassuringly. "And don't beat yourself up to much about this. It's not your fault" he added.

James offered his friend a tense, but hopeful smile. If no one was able to find Lily, or if the death eaters had her, he wasn't sure that he would ever be coming back. He could no longer live in a world without Lily.

With a resounding crack he apparated in the middle of the dark street in a quiet neighborhood. Curtains and blinds had been pulled over windows, some of which were dark and other's that were light, sounds of laughter and television drifting from behind the doors and windows, where the neighbors had already settled down for a nice evening indoors. He could feel a chill in the air, perhaps marking the approach of an early winter. He could almost smell the snow that would soon cover the well kept suburban lawns and gardens. James had always liked winter, the way that it made everything white and sparkly like a christmas card, the holiday cheer, snowmen and snowballs, and then he had joined the order and winter had lost it's appeal. Snow on the ground had a different meaning for him now, making it more difficult to cover his tracks when he was following death eaters, and though it muffled many sounds it only made the possibility of being heard in the shadows more likely and it made sitting outdoors for hours on end a right pain in the ass. Snow was cold and wet and inconvenient. He was definitely not looking forward to winter.

James made his way up the street until he stood across from a nice, well kept yard with a low hedge and a small, cozy looking house sitting back from the front garden. Lights lit the windows but the curtains had been pulled into place and he could not see inside, which left him with very few options. He crossed the road, looked up and down the street to be sure that no one was watching and entered through the open gate.

He stood for a brief moment on the garden path, making up his mind and then turned off of it and stepped into the garden, under the window. If he heard Lily he would leave and wait for her at headquarters.

Muffled, indistinguishable voices made their way through the walls to his ears and he cursed silently. The only way to know whether Lily was there was to knock on the door and ask for her. He straightened his shirt self consciously, ran a hand through his hair, thought about the fact that he very badly needed to get it cut and then made his way up to the door and knocked twice.

The voices on the other side ceased and he heard hasty footsteps approaching before the doorknob turned. The door was opened so quickly that James cringed internally. As Lily's family, the people inside could be in grave danger, but their lack of security measures seemed to indicate that they were unaware of the current state of the wizarding world or the possibility that they're daughter, and they by extension were in serious danger. He realized that any muggle protection that they employed would have no affect whatsoever in hindering the death eaters if they were to come calling. He would have to check into the possibility of having security posted on the street.

Lily's mother was blonde and petite. James thought that she may have been beautiful like her daughter at one point but the years had not been kind to her and she looked older and wrinklier even than the last time that he had seen her. In fact she didn't look well at all.

"James? Whatever are you doing here?" she asked, ushering him into the warm kitchen. Her husband sat at the table beside three empty teacups and James nearly gave a whoop of delight. Who else but Lily would have been visiting so late? Mr. Evans stood to shake his hand.

"I'm so sorry to bother you. I was looking for Lily." He saw them exchange glances and hurried on, not wanting to worry them.

"She stepped out earlier but she still hasn't come back."

Mrs. Evans sunk into one of the kitchen chairs and began to cough, her chest heaving. James guessed that she was quite ill. Her husband crossed the kitchen, opened a wooden cupboard and removed a box of what he thought must be some sort of healing tablets, for the older man brought them to the table with a glass of water and gave them to his wife, who swallowed them and took several large gulps of water.

"She was here earlier. She came to see her mother as she's not well" he said, gesturing to his wife who managed to roll her eyes in a way that reminded James quite a bit of his own wife.

"I'm just fine" she countered, waving away her husband's words. "Just a cough is all. Lily was here an hour ago. She told us she was pregnant by the way. Congratulations!"

The woman's face lit up as she recalled the good news and she rose to her feet and threw her arms around her son-in-law's neck. As he hugged her back, he could feel her ribs and her spine sticking out against his hands. When they separated, she sunk back into her chair and James watched her worriedly for a few seconds before he remembered why he was really there.

"She was here? Do you know where she was headed when she left? Do you think maybe she went to see her sister?"

Mr. Evans narrowed his eyes and James saw that they were an emerald green color, reminiscent of Lily's. If he didn't get out of their house soon he was bound to go crazy. The man shook his head.

"She said she was headed home. There's no way she went to see Petunia, no way. They don't talk anymore, they hate each other. You telling us she didn't get home safely?" His fatherly voice was concerned and slightly accusatory, as if he blamed James for his daughter's hatred of each other or else because he would blame James if anything were to happen to his youngest child. James had to agree that it would indeed be his fault. Mrs. Evans simply looked sad as her husband spoke of the relationship of her two children.

"I guess I must have just missed her. I've been out for a while myself" he lied. "She's probably at home now."

Lily's parents seemed to accept his excuse and minutes later he found himself rushing down the street away from their house. He turned into a dark alley and a moment later he caught his breath as he appeared back in front of headquarters. Was it possible?

There was a cry from the yard and Padfoot came into sight and rushed towards him. "Did you find her?"

James shook his head, all hope that she had simply returned there after seeing her parents gone.

"Any news?" he asked his friend. Padfoot shook his head. "A few of 'em came back for a couple seconds just to say that they hadn't found her, then they went elsewhere. She's for sure not in Hogsmeade or at Hogwarts and she's not at any of her friends houses. They checked out your old flat too, It's still being watched by death eaters, seems they don't have much to do these days, and it was empty too. Moony and Wormtail still aren't back yet, though this is a big place so their probably still looking."

"Alright, Thanks." And without another word James turned away from his friend, exited the yard once more and disaparated, a new idea forming in his head.

Bright, desert sun blinded him a moment later and the heat blasted him through his jeans and long sleeved shirt.

The pyramid was just the same as he remembered. After the incident he had thought that Egypt had just been a dream, and then Lily had told him exactly what had happened.

There were still scuff marks in the spot that he guessed they had been before and even a little bit of dried blood, brown from exposure. He obliviated the trace with his wand and looked around him, sweat pouring from his brow. He could feel his clothing clinging to his sweat soaked skin as he swept his eyes over the landscape before him.

There were no new footprints, no figure in the distance and certainly no Lily and yet he found himself calling her name anyway, not expecting to hear an answer. He was running out of ideas and he was running out of hope. Either he didn't know Lily as well as he thought he did or else he would never see her again.

He yanked his sweatshirt up over his head and dropped it in the sand beside him, on the spot where Lily had knelt over him weeks before, before she had found out she was pregnant, before they had fought, and before he had lost her. He knelt down and spread his hands out on the ground in front of him but a moment later he let out a cry of pain and pulled away. He should have known that the sand would burn him as the sun beat down on it though it was something he didn't remember from laying in it that day, he supposed that he had been in too much pain to feel more.

He put his hands up over his face instead, to allow himself to think, to block out the light. Lily had told her parents that she was going home. Had she meant that she was going back to headquarters and then been sidetracked, perhaps kidnapped then? Or had she meant another home? What other places might Lily count as home? The only places that she had ever lived had been her parents house, their flat, Hogwarts and headquarters, all places that they hadn't found her. The only other option he could imagine was much to terrible to think about.