It was rare that James Potter didn't enjoy flying. But as he dragged his weary body off his broom and headed back to his rooms, he had to admit to himself that today was one of those times.
An attack inside Hogwarts. He still couldn't get his head around it. How had they gotten inside? Luckily Moody and the others had plans in place for every eventuality; even with that, Voldemort's forces had caught them with their britches down. He pulled his glasses off, finding his way through the blurred corridors by rote as he rubbed tired, wind-reddened eyes.
A few hours, that was all he asked. Just a few hours to rest and hold his wife and he'd be ready to go back to work.
Replacing his glasses one-handed, he opened the door and stopped. Lily was there, but she wasn't alone. "Alastor?" he asked warily, and then noticed the look on Lily's pale face. Wariness turned to alarm. "Lily? What's happened?"