Sirius is struggling to keep going and Remus isn't willing to give up. Pre-OoTP. This story explores depression.

Sirius knows Harry isn't James. He isn't even trying to pretend that he is.

There's a cloaked figure stood over him, wand raised, vindictive smile in place, and unforgiveable things coming out of his mouth. And her wand is raised. And her arm is shaking violently. And her mouth is opening. And nothing is coming out.

Priorities change. [A series of conversations between Remus and his friends.]

James is moving on. Lily is in the way. [A companion of sorts to The Only Thing That's Left To Do Is Live]

And: a conjunction; joins two clauses. Synonyms: repeatedly; along with; together with; in addition to; added to; James, Lily and Snape.

"You've heard Snape's in the Hospital Wing, haven't you?" "Course I have! Who hasn't? It's everywhere." "Have you heard the reason why?" "Something to do with Potter I imagine." "It's always something to do with Potter. That's not news." [T for swearing because I just can't help myself]

Lily's got one eye on the future. (Rated T for one naughty word that sneaked in.)

You don't just fall in love. You can't just fall in love. This is something Lily and James get to learn together.

James is waiting for a fanfare of sorts, maybe a few fireworks and a parade . After all, he's just become a dad.

They can't quite empty their heads of everything. A short one-shot of Lily and James post-Hogwarts.

I lied, you see. He's not arrogant. He's caring and loving and daring and fascinating and a huge list of other '-ings' that just make me want to smile and smile. And I want him. - Companion to A Turn Up For The Books

And now, lying there in a bed that wasn't theirs, with his hair too matted with blood to be messy and his glasses folded neatly and sitting safely on the bedside table, she doesn't recognise him.

If they were looking at this on some kind of chart, then she was where he had been in fifth year, ruled by hormones and eager to just kiss kiss touch. But he was in seventh year now and time was running out - Companion to Think it over and over and over

He was seventeen. He shouldn't be crying like this. This sort of crying was reserved for children or for people much, much, much older than him who had lived through terrors and experienced pain and had nothing left to do but to let their grief howl.

He pulled away for just long enough to mumble into her skin, 'Merlin, I love it when you tickle me.'

Those walls that sometimes pretend to be doors - ever wondered how they could pretend to be doors? You know the Marauders are involved. The Marauders are always involved.

Blood is thicker than water. No-one's arguing that. Blood is more threatening than water though, and that's the problem.

The day has arrived and the big question is just moments away. And James isn't going to make it easy.

Harry, you asked the exact question I wanted to ask - 'what would spoiled, pampered, bullying Dudley have been forced to hear' when faced with the Dementors?