'until the end'

      “Do you think I’m a Death Eater?” She pushed her sleeves up, showing him her unmarked arms. “Do I look like a Death Eater? Take me to Lily, I’ll explain everything, tell her what I told you. Please, for Harry. I know you’re paranoid, but everything I’ve said is the truth. I’m your granddaughter. I just want you and grandmother to be alive.”

           "Not every Death Eater is marked. If you're so sure that Peter is a Death Eater, he doesn't have the Mark." A small frown "I'm not your Grandfather, kid! I'm not even old enough to have Grandkids, my kid isn't even One yet. I don't know what you're trying to pull here, but you're not going up and seeing my wife. 

    “Then tell Lily! Tell Lily that she is never going to get to see her baby grow up. Tell Lily that she is going to die and her son is going to spend eleven years living in a cupboard beneath the stairs of her sister’s house, never having enough to eat, being mistreated, and believing that his parents died in a car crash.” This was ridiculous! Why did her grandfather have to be so stubborn? “You don’t have to die. My father wants to know you. Please, grandfather, please.” Harry wanted to know his parents. Lily…Lily wanted to know her grandparents, too.

      "Do you really think she's going to believe me? She's probably going to think you're one of them, and that I've let a Death Eater in the hose. She's not going to believe anything I say, especially with the amount of stress we're under. I don't think you gather that. We're paranoid, we're fighting more, all because of this war." A hand pulled through his hair "I'm sorry. I wish I could do something, but I can't."

"No! Weren’t you listening?" she begged. "You have to leave. Peter Pettigrew is the spy. He could have already told Voldemort where you are! He’s going to come and you’re going to die protecting Lily and Harry. And then Lily is going to die, sacrificing herself to keep your son safe. And then my father is going to grow up living with Lily’s sister, being miserable and not even knowing about you and Lily and why you died, not even knowing that magic exists. You have to go! Say whatever you need to, but leave Godric’s Hollow before he gets here."

      "I'm not going against what she says." he muttered "I knew it! I absolutely knew it! He's been off. He's always been off. I--..." This was far too much to take in. James gave a small frown "I can't leave here. I'm not going against what Lily has to say. So what? I die. I die protecting my family, and I a-..." Did she mention Petunia? James gave a small laugh, his hands resting over his chest "I always hated her. She never acknowledged us. Pretended that we didn't exist. All because we were part of this community." A small sigh "I'm not messing with the future. If I have to die, then I do."

    "How did it go? Didn't wake up with too many wounds, did you?"

      “I shouldn’t. You don’t want to know.” Could she, though? Maybe she could change things. Maybe her grandparents could live, could see her father grow up. Merlin’s tits, she could try. “You need to take Lily and Harry and run. You put your faith in the wrong the person. Go to Hogwarts, to Dumbledore, something. Remus Lupin wasn’t the spy.”

         James listened slightly, giving a nod of his head "I can't leave here, and  Lily certainly wouldn't allow us to leave. She wants to stay here." Fingers pulled through his hair slightly "I never thought Remus was the spy. I was sure it was Sirius, but.. He offered to be our Secret Keeper, pulled out on it, but he still offered." James frowned "What happens to me?"

    “I’m…not sure if I should tell you. You probably won’t believe me, anyway.”

   "You could try me. Can you just... Do I make it through this? Do me and Lily live to see Harry grow up?"

    “Ah, alright, I shouldn’t be here. You don’t, by any chance, know any spells to travel through time, do you?”

    "No, I don't. I never particularly researched it at school. Who are you?"

Roger Lloyd-Pack. 1944 - 2014.

                  Why would anything be the matter?