. who are you really ?

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       He had been mistaken for Sirius before—that was not unusual. What might have been regarded as an insult in years past brought a smile to his face now; a small one, a sad one that paired with droopy eyelids and slumped shoulders.

      Only Regulus. For now. His brother’s time was not for a long while yet.

      To the question he was silent; his eyes turned down and he took in a deep, chilly breath and stepped forward to meet James halfway towards the entrance.

      “Someone made it,” he confirmed, though left the answer vague as it was not his place to say. “Someone did not.” James himself. Lily. James must know that he was dead—Lily he would discover later. He could meet her when she was finished with her crossover, when she took Death’s guiding hand and found James on the other side.

      “This is your moment,” he began to look around, finally seeming to realize where they were, “This is the Quidditch Pitch. At Hogwarts, isn’t it? This place must have been very important to you if you’ve immortalized it here.”

                 “that means harry made it.....he made it “ the vagueness in the man words made him question even this although feel a bit of doubt seep into his already made up mind. there was in no world that either he or lily would have lived if not harry. in his mind it didn’t make sense. it didn’t have any logic why voldermort might spare harry if lily was dead, but james just knew that. that logic wasn’t needed. harry survived if only one of them was left. lily’s life would have to have been taken for anyone to take harry’s, very much like the case for himself. 

       “ yeah.... “ looking around it looked like the morning he loved the most. the mornings he needed. the only time he had alone in his whole day. yet it was the very same loneliness he had started to dread the last months. looking around he had a hard time finding the peace he had once found in it. now it seemed to be only the shell of the james who had once laid on the grass and looked up on the morning sky. 

          Oh. Weird. Lily wasn’t quite sure what to make of the flippant comment but she was sure that the bitterness was somehow connected to her presence, rather than the remark about Remus. She could feel the energy shift with his gaze. Of course, James had no reason to be overly warm to her; they weren’t exactly best friends. But given how Lily understood all too well what a public (even if her’s was platonic) row and breakup felt like, and she had wished one of her friends had been thoughtful enough to make her a cuppa or share a bar of chocolate with. 

          “I’m sure he’s just hoping his friend is doing okay,” she managed after a beat, weighing her words carefully. She wasn’t sure by any means of the territory she was stepping into. “But my mum always make a cuppa when anyone is having a rough day, so I thought it might help. And if you need to borrow any notes, you can have a look at mine.”

     “ be better if he took care of himself more. “ deflecting. finding it easier to talk about remus lack of care for himself, instead of his own. easier to express annoyance over something he understood  ——— not having to truly face the emotions he didn’t understand within himself.