He survived the war, and he made it out with almost everyone he loved. Not many others could say the same. It was harsh, it was cold, it was brutal. It was war. People fought, and people died. If James is honest, he’s still not quite sure how The Order actually won. He couldn’t believe it at first. A spy. The Order refused to release a name, but they had a secret spy who was able to gain a high ranking position within the Death-Eater ranks, without that spy Dumbledore claimed they would never have managed to destroy Voldemort. James has no idea who the spy was or where they are now. He assumes they are still alive, because he never heard of any death, plus he is sure if they had died, Dumbledore would have told them their name and given them a proper funeral. No matter how hard The Order (or James) pressed, Dumbledore refused to disclose the secret identity to anyone. Only Dumbledore and one other person (he will never tell who the other person is) know the name of the person who saved them all. James is okay with this of course, maybe they just wanted to move on and live a normal life, but James can’t help but be curious. For some odd reason James sometimes felt an undying need to know, like he might just stop breathing if he never finds out. Still Dumbledore refuses to tell him. He needs to let it go, James knows that, It’s been Two years.