Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Harry Potter and the characters belong to J.K. Rowling and the song Live Like You Were Dying belongs to Tim McGraw.

Caution: Tissues should be close by...

He said I was in my early forties

With a lot of life before me

When a moment came that stopped

me on a dime

James was nervous. He walked around in circles. The healer finally called Lily and James in. Soon the healer talked on and on about things that James didn't understand. "So what's wrong with my son?" James asked. The healer understood and gave James the x-rays.

And I spent most of the next days

Looking at the x-rays

And talking 'bout the options, talking

'bout sweet time

"James what are we going to do?" Lily asked, but James was too focused on the x-rays to answer. "Damn it James answer me!"

"Do you remember when Harry first showed signs of magic?"

"Yes but James-"

"Or," he interrupted, "when he got his Hogwarts letter."

"Yes, of course, but now James," she said looking him in the eyes. "We have to focus on the present, not the past. Options, what's going to happen, not what happened already."

"I'm going to go talk to Dumbledore."

"JAMES!"

And I asked him when it sank in

That this might really be the end

How's it hit ya' when you get that

kind of news

Man, what'd you do (he said)

James looked at Harry. It was 4 months ago that they found out that he was sick. It had been off and on but each time he just got worse. Each time he got excused from classes, and now he was home and he wasn't going back to Hogwarts. James feared that Harry would never be able to walk on the stone floor of the school again.

"Dad, I know what your thinking. How does it feel when you know you're gonna die."

James was stunned. Harry was the most optimistic person he knew, then again, you have to be if your best friend is Neville Longbottom, boy-who-lived. Lily and Sirius and Remus and himself had told Harry that he was going to make it, but as each time took it's toil and Harry's body got the damage, so did his mind.

I went sky diving I went rocky

Mountain climbing

I went two point seven seconds on a

bull named Fumanchu

And I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter

And I gave forgiveness I'd been denying

And he said one day I hope you get a

chance

To live like you were dying

"In my head, I did all sorts of things I wouldn't have done otherwise, like sky diving, mountain climbing and bull riding."

He said I was finally the husband

That most the time I wasn't

And I became a friend a friend would

Like to have

"But Dad, this will help you too. You're the husband that Mum always wanted and you pay more attention to Remus and Sirius than you did when I was little or when I was at Hogwarts. And do you know why? Because you're scared you'll loose them like you'll loose me."

And all 'a sudden going fishin'

Wasn't such an imposition

And I went three times that year I lost

my dad

"James, where are you going in that tacky suit?"

"Fishing, Lily."

"You are going to get laughed at. Did you wear that the other two times you and Sirius took Harry fishing."

"Yep," he answered.

"You're crazy."

"Yep," he said with a smile.

And I finally read the good book

And I took a good long hard look

At what I'd do if I could do it all

again…and then

"Prongsie, what're you doing?"

"What would you do if you could do everything again?" James said to Sirius.

"I'd trade places with Harry, let him be healthy," Sirius answered being dead serious.

I went sky diving I went rocky

mountain climbing

I went two point seven seconds on a

bull named Fumanchu

And I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter

And I gave forgiveness I'd been denying

And he said one day I hope you get a

chance

To live like you were dying

"James, he's kind out of it so don't expect a big father-son conversation," Lily said on the verge of tears. James nodded and walked into the hospital room. Harry lay under mountains of covers. He turned his head slightly and said, "Dad."

"Ssh," both Lily and James said softly.

He motioned for James to come over to the bed and very softly he said, "I hope some day you get the chance to live like you were dying."

Like tomorrow was a gift

And you've got eternity to think of what

you did with it

What you did with it…what did I do with it

"And then the great giant stomped down on the house…"

James walked into the room, Lily was telling Harry a story. This was it. They decided to take Harry home so he could be in his house when he 'left'. James didn't want to think about it. No, he didn't even say dead, death, dying, passing, passed on, or any other word that could relate to them. Right now, Lily was telling Harry his favorite childhood story: The Great Giant and James wouldn't ruin it by walking in crying, so he stopped in the doorway and listened from there. If the 13-year-old hadn't been out of it, he wouldn't have been listening to the story Lily was telling. But, James told himself, Harry doesn't know anymore.

I went sky diving I went rocky

mountain climbing

I went two point seven seconds on a

bull named Fumanchu

And I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter

And I gave forgiveness I'd been denying

And he said one day I hope you get a

chance

To live like you were dying

That night, James fell asleep leaning against the door frame. He dreamed about skydiving and mountain climbing and riding on a muggle bull machine thing. When he woke up, Sirius was picking Harry up and moving him from the living room. James walked up behind Sirius and asked when it happened. Sirius said Lily had called him a few minutes ago. James had missed it, he felt horrible. He wasn't with Harry when he 'left'. At the funeral James thought for sure that he saw Harry leaning against the door frame saying the last words that he had ever said, "Dad, I hope you get the chance to live like you were dying."

And that's what James did.