"Lils . . . Lily, he's in the yard."

James couldn't tear his gaze away from the window.

"Wormtail . . . Peter . . . he betrayed us."

"He'll kill him!"

The man watched the brisk figure outside as it inched toward the door . . . "No. He can't. It's not fair, it can't happen, it has to work out."

Lily pulled him away then, tore him from Voldemort and looked him in the eyes. Her green ones broke his heart. "James . . . life isn't fair. Not always."

She buried herself in his arms. He kissed her, then, whisper-soft.

"Harry . . . he's going to make it."

Their last kiss made her believe him.