The War was over. And Voldemort had won.

James dragged himself over to where he knew Lily had gone down not too long ago. He hadn't seen what had dropped her. He could only hope it hadn't killed her. Not yet. Not until he could be with her to die.

When he was over there, he didn't bother looking past her face. He didn't want to see what had happened; all he wanted, and needed to know was that she was alive at the moment to join him shortly in death. He'd been caught with a spell that ruptured most of his inner organs, and he knew he was slowly bleeding to death. It seemed Lily would go much the same way. He had seen the spell, and known it had been one to shred whatever it hit. The reason she wasn't dead already was lying beside her, already gone. Sirius had jumped in the way to try and save her. She'd been eight months pregnant, and with their second child. The first had been killed not too far past.

James reached down and wiped her face lightly with his hand. He was well aware of how short their lives had become, well aware that he'd never see his next child, and that his best friend had just died and was lying not far away from his side. It hurt, hurt like hell to know this. To know that Remus had died not so many weeks ago, and that Peter had been the one to curse him with what was killing him now. Even knowing how Peter had died –cursed to insanity by James and Sirius, neither caring that it was an illegal, unforgivable spell they were using- could give him any comfort. All he felt was a black, gaping pit of despair.

"James…?" Lily whispered, blood bubbling gently from the corner of her mouth.

"Lily dear, I'm here." James responded, barely speaking. There was no one here to hear them. No one to know that two people were actually, barely, still alive. James had looked around already. He'd thought he'd seen several people on the outskirts, but they'd never get here in time. They'd been too late when the two of them had been cursed in the heat of the battle. He was going to die, his children and best friends were both dead, and his love was dying beside him. Besides, with who they were, they'd kill them either way.

"James… Sirius, he tried… Our child…" Her voice became strained and faint. She was slipping into the beyond already.

"Hush, they'll be there once we go ourselves. You'll see us all again." James whispered. "We'll see them all again, together." He'd never been religious, but if this was what was going to happen, he'd be damned if he didn't try for hope. "We'll all be there." He reached his hand up to stroke her forehead, ignoring the jolting pain as he moved. He was mostly numb now anyways. The pain no longer mattered.

"James… Somewhere, somehow…" Lily's voice became so faint he didn't even know he could still hear it; yet he caught the words she said. "This will go right somewhere. We can't die like this for nothing. Somewhere, anywhere, this will go right. It has too…"

James nodded, almost unconsciously, before he felt a veil of black slip over his eyes. He'd thought dying would be slower with his bleeding so slow, but as he felt something suddenly pull out of him, he remembered Lily's words.

"Somewhere, anywhere, this will go right."

There'd been power there, and as he recognized it, he felt himself echoing her, and giving everything he had left as he watched lights shoot through him.

"This will go right, somewhere."

He just never knew what those words would do.