Aurors came flooding into the streets and the Death Eaters disappeared into thin air,

"Jamie…." Charlotte whispered.

James turned back and saw his beautiful sister and her hazel brown hair soaked with blood. Her entire body was split open and blood poured out of her still. The sparkle in her eyes was dulling. James's knees felt weak and he fell to the ground.

"Charlotte?" He whispered, taking her hand into hers.

Sirius sat opposite to him, holding her other hand.

"What is going on here?" An auror came into the house.

Two others removed the Dark Lord's mark from the sky.

"Do something, Sirius." James whispered.

Sirius used all the healing spells he remembered, but this was very dark magic they were dealing with. And, no matter what Sirius did, he couldn't stop the bleeding.

"Jamie….please." Tears fell out of her eyes, "Please, make it stop. It is burning."

She sobbed, James tried more spells but he couldn't do anything.

"I am sorry, Charlotte." James's eyes teared up, "I am sorry…."

"What are you apologizing for, brother? This isn't your fault." She said, "You are a great brother."

Her eyes closed slowly,

"You are the best, James." Her grip on his hand loosened. "I feel….I am………I never got to see it, Hogwarts, James. And, Lily…I never saw her."

"And, you will." James insisted. "You do all those things."

She talked softly and the Aurors came towards them.

"What happened here?"

"They are students…." One of them shouted. "Call Dumbledore….and the Minister. ASAP."

"Charlotte!" James panicked and shook her, "Keep talking!"

"Mr. Potter…" A woman came towards him.

"Say something, Charlotte." He screamed, "Please!"

Tears blurred his vision as he felt his whole world fell apart. He took her hand into his own and brought it to lips.

"Charlotte, please….say something." He whispered. "Pleas…don't leave me."

"We have to take her away, Mr. Potter." A healer told her, "Let me take a look at her, Mr. Potter,"

Two Aurors took his parents away.

He hadn't even realized that the Death Eaters had gotten his parents as well.

"Dad…" He turned, "Mamma….?" As he watched the team of Healers and Aurors take his entire family away.

Minerva McGonagall appeared at the Potter Manor right when Dumbledore did.

The healer was doing some spells on Charlotte,

"Professor…..Professor…." James didn't know what to say, "He killed……he hurt my……my mother…….Dad…."

Minerva came near him, she had no idea what to say.

"Is that……?" McGonagall said, "Your sister…"

James turned towards the Healer hopefully,

"My sister….she going to be okay? Is she not? She'll be fine….she'll be…." He repeated it again and again till the Healer came near him and put her hand on his shoulder,

"I am sorry, Mr. Potter." She replied. "She's in the hands of God."

She snapped her fingers, the body of his sister was wrapped in a black body bag and swam to the other side of the room and softly rested next to his mother.

"NO!" James Potter shouted, his head dizzy, a white haze came in front of his eyes.

He fell on the floor and his cries echoed in the empty living room with Sirius by his side, holding his shoulders.

Minerva McGonagall felt James would have broken down at the funeral too, but he didn't. James was very composed and controlled. He accepted their condolences and thanked everyone for coming. Sirius, Remus and Peter Pettigrew stood on either side of them. Not many people were informed of the funeral.

Neither Dumbledore or McGonagall had any idea how James constrained himself within the hour of his family's death and dispersed all the press. He used his family connections to keep his family matters out of the newspapers and arranged a funeral for his family. None of them realized it but McGonagall did that James just became the man of the Potter family and he was acting like it.

James Potter appeared a composed young man in public and in the nights, he spent a few hours in parents room, sitting on the floor, holding his mother's jewelry and crying. The rest of the night was spent, sitting in my sister's room, talking to a girl who was no more. Sirius and Remus moved in to help him through the grief but no matter how they tried to coddle him, nothing helped. Charlotte Hazel Potter owned a part of James Potter's heart and it died with her. Charlotte died, and with her she took so much that didn't belong to her. She took his smiles. She took love from him. She took his happiness away with her. She robbed him of the fun mischiefs he had planned for his last years at school. She stripped him of his carefree nature. She stole his last teenage years. And, in its place, she left him anger, loneliness and a defeating silence in his home and heart. He was filled with fire of vengeance. But, he returned to Hogwarts after the summer, trying his best to keep himself together.

James Potter went back to his private room (the one he had just gotten after being the Headboy) and unpacked his trunk quietly and took out Charlotte's broom, the one he never got to give to her, the one she never used, and hid it under his bed, next to the one he used. The last thing he took out of his trunk was a soft brown coloured stuffed teddy-bear and placed it on his bed. It was the only toy Charlotte had from the day she was born till the day she died. And, James brought it to Hogwarts, like she would have, had she lived to see the day.