I really shouldn't be doing this right now, I'm supposed to be studying for my Algebra 2 exam tomorrow. Oops. Oh well, I'll do fine, and this is the first chapter I've ever written. Yay!!! Hope you like it, please don't flame. Then again, I did just run out of matches…

The World Got In The Way Chapter One- In Your Eyes

James Potter sighed with relief as he finished writing his report for the Daily Prophet. This would be his last article for a while. Tonight was the night he and Lily, along with their baby son Harry, were going into hiding. He was so thankful that they could finally disappear, because the dark wizard Voldemort was after his family. He loved Harry and Lily with all his soul, and if Lord Voldemort got either of them, he didn't know how he could go on. Lily was his everything--she had been there when his parents died, and had been the one to comfort him. Sirius tried to help, but he had trouble being, well, serious. If he wasn't smiling, laughing, or planning a new prank, something was very wrong. The day his parents died was the day James realized that he couldn't live without Lily, that she was his one true love, and how lucky he was to have her there. Everything about her was perfect. She was beautiful, with fiery red curls and snapping emerald eyes. Her personality shone through those eyes, sparkling, glittering. Her eyes put the most beautiful jewels to shame. Whenever James felt the world was too much for him to bear, he could lose himself in those eyes, washing away the anguish and heartache of these terrible days.

Love, I get so lost, sometimes

Days pass, and this emptiness fills my heart

When I want to run away,

I drive off in my car,

But whichever way I go,

I come back to the place you are.

James snuck into his house quietly through the back door. Lily was singing softly in the nursery, trying to get Harry to sleep. Walking slowly to the room, James stood in the doorway, just watching. Lily was sitting in a rocking chair, gently going back and forth with the rhythm of the song. Her eyes were full of love, watching the baby that had become the center of their lives. In the green room, she looked like a rose in bloom. Finally, Harry fell asleep and Lily's song came to a close. She stood and placed Harry in the crib, trying not to wake him. She turned to the doorway, and gave a low cry. Fear flashed through her eyes, then vanished with her smile. "James!" she cried softly, running to give him a hug. "Don't do that to me!! You scared me!" He smiled, giving her a soft kiss. "Sorry Lils" he whispered. Her bright green eyes fastened on his soft brown ones, as she laughed, saying, "Alright I forgive you… this time." James could feel all the worries and pain wash away as he smiled back.

All my instincts, they return

And the grand façade, so soon will burn

Without a noise, without my pride

I reach out from the inside

In your eyes- the light, the heat

In your eyes- I am complete

In your eyes- I see the doorway to a thousand churches

In your eyes- The resolution of all the fruitless searches

In your eyes- I see the light and the heat

In your eyes- oh, I want to be that complete

I want to touch the light,

The heat I see in your eyes

Softly, they slipped out of the nursery, miraculously avoiding waking Harry. The little one had a set of lungs the size of bagpipes, and could be just as loud. Making their way down a small hallway, the two reached their small living room, where they spent most of their time. James sank to the soft red couch with a groan, pulling Lily down next to him. He was tired, for it had been a hard day. Looking up at him, Lily said worriedly, "Are you alright, love?"

"Of course", he replied, "It was just a tough day. There was another attack."

She gasped. "On who?"

"The McKinnons, Lils. I'm sorry honey." James watched helplessly while the pain and anguish once again appeared in her eyes as hope fled. "They didn't make it."

Tears welled up in her dazzling eyes, as, with a small sob, she buried her head in his shoulder. James wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as she cried. Sitting there with his lips pressed to her hair, a few tears of his own leaked out. The McKinnons had been some of the Ministry's best Aurors, and some of the Potter's closest friends. How many more would they lose before this war was over? How many more would fall? James was tired of pain, tired of death, only wishing the war was over. His heart ached constantly for all the friends they had lost. The McKinnons, the Bones', the Prewetts… the list went on and on. Apart from Lily and Harry, James had little. Many friends were gone, paving the way for those still alive. They never knew who was going to go next. Lily meant life, a reason to live. The young woman sobbing in his arms was all that kept him going in these dark times, his own angel.

Love, I don't like to see so much pain

So much wasted, and this moment keeps slipping away

I get so tired

Working so hard for our survival

I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

And all my instincts, they return

And the grand façade, so soon will burn

Without a noise, without my pride

I reach out from the inside

Her sobs grew increasingly softer, slowing until they stopped altogether. After awhile, James loosened his arms as Lily removed hers from around his neck. Tenderly, he asked, "Feel better?" Without a word, she smiled slightly, a smile tinged with sadness and pain. Lowering his face to her up-turned one, James kissed her, trying to convey all his feelings in that one small action. His love, his pain, his hopes, and his dreams all made up that gentle kiss, as he once again held her close. Breaking away from the kiss, they merely sat, happy in each other's arms. Time ticked by as they remained together, neither knowing nor caring how long they were there. A soft knock sounded on the door, disturbing their peace. Their arms slipped to their sides as they stood and walked to the door. James pulled it open, letting in the Secret Keeper, Peter Pettigrew. Relief shone in their faces as they returned to the living room, ready to perform the spell. In the light of the fire, one woman stood, slightly apart from the other two men. Her eyes glowed with an emerald fire as she waited to start, watching the man she loved.

In your eyes- the light, the heat

In your eyes- I am complete

In your eyes- I see the doorway to a thousand churches

In your eyes- The resolution of all the fruitless searches

In your eyes- I see the light and the heat

In your eyes- oh, I want to be that complete

I want to touch the light,

The heat I see in your eyes

In your eyes…