James' head throbbed. His head ached. What happened? Then memories flooded his mind, everything at once. He was playing with Harry, as he zoomed around on his little toy broomstick. Then Voldemort himself had blasted the door open. Lily screamed, as she ran and brought Harry upstairs. But he woke up. He was alive. How? Why?

James froze as a thought suddenly entered his mind. Lily and Harry! They could be dead.

"Merlin, please let them be alright!" James pleaded, running up the stairs. He ran to the door to Harry's nursery. It was jammed. He threw his weight onto it. It didn't budge.

"Lily?" No answer "Lily, open the door. Please open it. It's me, James!" James shouted. Still no answer. James feared the worst.

"Lily, please. If you're alive, please say something. Just tell me if you are alive!" James yelled. He seemed to be on the verge of tears. No one answered.

James stopped trying to open the door . He sank down on his knees, as his heart sank as well. Tears came down his face. Lily was dead. Harry was probably dead as well. Little, one year old Harry. He didn't even have time to say good-bye.

"Lily," he sobbed, tears still dripping down his face.

"J-James?" came a whisper on the other side of the door.

"Lily?" James asked, standing up. He felt relief flood into him. "Lily!" he yelled.

"James, I can't get up," Lily cried.

"Where are you?" James questioned, pressing his ear to the door, so he wouldn't miss anything she said.

"Near Harry's crib," Lily answered "Why?"

"Because the door is jammed, I'm going to have to blast it open," I said.

"Hold on," she said. James heard the sound of something scraping on the floor "Try the door now." James turned the doorknob and to his great relief, it opened. James hurried into the room.

It looked like a hurricane had hit it. Toys were strewn across the floor, all broken and some even looked burned. The glass window had shattered, leaving bits of glass around the room. The dresser had exploded and James realized that part of it must have been blocking the door.

On the floor was Lily, her wand in her hand. Her left leg was bleeding badly, torn open by a piece of glass that was still wedged inside her. James kneeled down and as gently as possible, took it out. Lily cried out in pain, leaving James extremely worried. He summoned some bandages with his wand and wrapped them around her leg.

"These will have to do until we get you to the hospital," James told her. Lily frowned, and put a hand on James' face, gently caressing his cheek.

"James, have you been crying?" Lily asked, surprise filling her voice. She never thought that her James could ever cry. James must have really loved his family.

"I thought you and Harry were dead, I was devastated," James told her, kissing her forehead.

"Harry!" Lily exclaimed in fear, getting up. (James quickly got up as well so she wouldn't put any weight on her leg.)

There he was, fast asleep. Blissfully unaware that the dark wizard had nearly killed him.

"Did Voldemort change his mind?" James asked, looking at the peaceful baby.

"No, look," Lily whispered, pointing to the scar on his forehead. "We have to go see Dumbledore," she said immediately.

"We should probably get some help for your leg while we're at it," James suggested, looking at his wife's still bleeding leg.

"We can do that when we get to Hogwarts," Lily told him firmly, picking Harry up, careful not to wake the toddler. Harry quietly stirred in her arms, still asleep.

There was a loud crash as Madame Pomfrey dropped the basin she had been carrying.

"What's the matter, Poppy? You look like you've seen a ghost," James said cheekily. Lily shook her head at her husband's antics before speaking to the Matron.

"I just need for my leg to be healed and then we need to see Professor Dumbledore," she told her. "Immediately," Lily added. Madame Pomfrey stared at them in shock for a few more minutes before speaking.

"Oh, of course, come lie down here, Mrs. Potter," Madame Pomfrey said sweetly. Lily lay down on the bed, still holding Harry. Madame Pomfrey unwrapped the bandages.

"You lost a lot of blood. Mr. Potter make yourself useful and get the blood replenishing potion," Madame Pomfrey ordered. James rushed to get the potion. Madame Pomfrey was stitching up the wound, as he gave Lily the potion, making sure she didn't drop it. He watched as Lily drank it. It was like drinking blood.

After Madame Pomfrey had checked both James and Harry, she sent them off to Dumbledore's office. They reluctantly left Harry in her capable hands.

Just as they were walking towards the stone gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office, they run into Remus. Remus froze in shock and blinked a few times, as if he couldn't believe they were actually in front of him.

"Prongs? Lily?" he asked in disbelief, his face now ghostly pale "You're not dead. How?"

"We're a little foggy on that part," James responded. "We need to talk to Professor Dumbledore. Go get Sirius and we'll meet you at your flat."

"Sirius?" Remus repeated.

"James, remember that Remus, along with the rest of the wizarding world believes that Sirius is our secret keeper," Lily reminded him.

"Oh shit!" James exclaimed, causing Lily to glare at him.

"Wait you switched secret keepers? Why didn't you tell…." Remus trailed off as realization dawned on him. "You thought I was the traitor," he said, his eyes narrowing. James sighed, he had certainly not wanted Remus to find out like this…well find out at all.

"Well if you excuse me, I have to go," Remus stated coldly, pushing past them.

"Moony, Moony!" James called after him frantically. He turned back to Lily in panic.

"Go do what you need to do, I'll talk to Dumbledore," Lily told him, sensing that James didn't want to lose one of his best-friends.

"I'll be back in an hour. I love you," James said softly, looking into his wife's beautiful, emerald green eyes.

"I love you too," Lily responded, kissing him sweetly, before going into Dumbledore's office.

"Hello Lily," Dumbledore greeted her warmly.

"You don't seem surprised to see me," Lily said. Did this man know everything? Dumbledore smiled.

"I overheard you and James talking to Remus," Dumbledore told her. "Please have a seat and tell me everything."

Lily sat down in the squashy arm chair in front of the headmaster's desk and began describing the night's events.

"Albus, how did Harry survive?" Lily asked, "How did we survive?"

"I'm not sure about you and James, but I know that because you were willing to sacrifice yourself for your son, it provided a shield that made Voldemort's" –Lily winced,- "curse rebound off Harry and onto him," Dumbledore explained gently, not trying to overwhelm her.

"Is You-Know-Who dead?" Lily questioned curiously.

"I can't say for sure, but I have a feeling that he is not."

"Moony, Moony, stop walking this instance and talk to me!" James shouted, trying to catch up with the werewolf. Remus came to an abrupt stop causing James to nearly run into him.

"What would you like to say, Potter?" Remus asked hotly, turning around to face him. James actually cringed when he saw the pain in his eyes.

"Remus, come on now, don't be like that," James pleaded. He was prepared to beg on his knees if he had to.

"Just out of curiosity, why did you think I was the traitor? Was it because I wasn't around a lot of times? Because I tried. Or was it because I'm a werewolf?" Remus inquired, his arms over his chest. "Did you think I was a danger to your family, James? That I would hurt your family?"

"Yes, I did," James admitted. "I actually thought that you would be like Greyback and attack my son as soon as you could."

"Gee that makes me feel a lot better, thanks James," Remus snapped sarcastically.

"I was stupid, mate. I was stupid enough to think that. I know you won't hurt my son, or my family. Mate, you're like a brother to me. And I'm so, so sorry," James apologized truthfully.

"So who was your secret keeper?" Remus asked, his words not as cold-filled as before.

"Believe it or not, Peter. Boy, I'm going to kill that rat when I see him," James muttered.

"James, I have good news and bad news," Remus said