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Maybe it was selfish of him to have thought they’d be around forever. They had been a constant presence in his life, as it should be, and now there was a likely chance that it’ll never be that way again. James never really thought of it before — them leaving him, that is. They had done such a wonderful job ensuring that he was never heartbroken or wanting for a single thing. Imagining them being gone had never seemed like reality to him, and now... Now the world had gone to shite. Not yet, not completely, but it was on the precipice of change. It had been much easier to face knowing he had his parents and friends in his corner.
Once hidden in his room, James buried his face in his hands. He could hear Sirius shuffling about from outside, but he didn’t really care to greet him in the manner he usually did. Death was not something James was comfortable with, and certainly not something he was familiar with. He didn’t know how to deal with it. When Sirius entered the room, James looked up at him from his seat on the bed. “Dragon Pox.” It’s the only thing he can choke out from his constricted throat. It felt like he swallowed rocks. Eyes burning with tears, James began to rub at them furiously. “My parents have survived my father’s atrocious jokes for all these years, but not this?” The laugh that spills from his throat sounds empty even to his ears.
