"So you are not just a dream, huh?" Couldn't be. In his dreams, if James was alive at all, he was never like this. And he knew that was wrong, but maybe there wasn't enough goodness left in him to even imagine James properly. But that meant that this was real. "I love you too. I miss you so much, Prongs..."
Being dead. Really did sound good. But no, he didn't want to die. "I'll try. For Harry."
"Nope. It's me. Sorry, mate, I'd stay and all but... can't. Look, when you see that loud, pig Vernon? Could you just scare the shit outta him. Maybe bite him." With a mischievous smirk, he started to fade. Reaching up, he took off his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt like he always did - even if his mom, Lily and the lady next door all told him to use a cleaning cloth instead.
"See you soon, Pads. Give it twenty odd years or more before we met again, yeah?"
With a playful smile, he slid his glasses back on and gave Sirius a thumbs up as he slowly faded from the cell.
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Being dead. Really did sound good. But no, he didn't want to die. "I'll try. For Harry."
He had to. No other option.
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"See you soon, Pads. Give it twenty odd years or more before we met again, yeah?"
With a playful smile, he slid his glasses back on and gave Sirius a thumbs up as he slowly faded from the cell.