James Potter had always counted himself lucky. Lucky for his great parents, and lovely friends. He couldn't quite imagine a world without either of them. So when the tragic incident struck, just two weeks into his summer break he found himself having lost one of them, and losing the others. All while trying to juggle with the emotions after losing the people he cared about. Never before had he tried to be so quiet before. Why, he didn't know. But it was easier than to speak. It was easier to just sit back.