It was really starting to dawn on James just how much he relied on magic. It had always been there and he had taken it for granted and now it was gone. He had been outside, making sure the house was secure in the only way he could now that he couldn't cast wards or spells to alert them to danger. He and Sirius would have to take it in turns to keep a look out, just to make sure they were safe. With the Muggles panicking like they were, it wasn't just Death Eaters they had to be on the look out for.
It had been a horrendous day, and only the fact that there was no other choice was keeping James going right now. If he stopped for too long or thought too much, he knew his mother would fill his thoughts and he would break down. So he kept going, keeping his mind on their mission and focusing on their safety. He had to keep Lily and the baby safe, make sure Sirius didn't do anything stupid, and they had to find Peter. There was no room for anything else.
Stepping back inside, he saw Lily with the baby sleeping in her arms and the tears on her cheeks.
"Oh hell, Lily," he whispered, crossinga the room to her side, wrapping his arm around her as best he could without waking the boy. He pressed a kiss to her temple, fighting his own emotions back. He had never been more thankful that she had survived than he was right now.