Join the Potters as they try and answer a very important question - where is Sirius Black?

Lily felt another rush of the newly found guilt-coated happiness flooding her. Head Girl!

“I’m sorry mate, I know he’s a git and all, but he’s still your brother and-”  

“No. You’re my brother.”
 

James kicked his front hooves a few times, prancing them over the hardened dirt. The sensation of power tingled through him and the muscles of his four, large legs ached to run.

“There has been an attack.” Lily heard the breath catch in Alice’s throat. She squeezed her friend’s hand tighter, eager for Dumbledore to continue.

“I thought it was kind of silly before, when they called it the Wizarding War in the Daily Prophet. Now I realized how stupid I was. Because that’s exactly what it is.”

“I left my ‘ome… rather I was told to leave ‘ome and not return because I made a decision zat my parents could not agree with,” Belle began as she stood up from the sofa and seated herself next to the fire.

“James? You’re not so bad, you know,” she said with a smirk that looked so practiced, he was certain she must’ve picked it up from Sirius.

Yes, James Potter was definitely wearing off on her.

As laughter and chatter surrounded Lily, students all making their way from their compartments, she felt her spirits rise even higher. Yes, it was her first Christmas without her family, but it was also her first with James.

“But before we go in that house, I want you to think about how much of you they’d strip away, who they’d turn you into, in trade for those things they’d give.

She was dizzy. She was exhausted. But she was alive. She was alive. And right now, she didn’t know if she could say the same for James.

It wasn’t long until his attention was back on the small item Lily had given him for Christmas. After looking all around to be sure no one was near, he stopped and leaned against a window then gripped the ball in his palm; the cool metal felt oddly comforting to his clammy hand.

No matter how hard they tried to protect their students, no matter what they did to keep their Order members safe, it never felt like enough. Yes, as usual, Albus was correct. There really was always something to worry about.

Alice remained silent, a large tear running down her cheek. “I can’t lose him,” she mumbled, turning her head and burying it into Lily’s shoulder.

“You’re a handful, Lily Evans,” James said as nestled his head into the curve of her neck, pushing the table over so he could lay down next to her.

“There’s nowhere to go now, pretty Lily,” Alrek said with a merciless laugh. “And now all you’ve done is make me very angry.”

How on earth someone survived with such a suffocating bunch of friends, she had no idea. But she was certainly thankful they were hers.

A rattling sort of sound, like the breath of person whose lungs were filled with fluid, stole Lily’s attention. It came again, and Lily realized it was the inhaling of the hooded figure.

“Professor,” Lily finally said, her impatience outweighing James’s need to take in every detail. “We need to help. We know you have something, a group, that work against Voldemort. We want--need--to be part of it.”