[ He deflates a bit, listening to Remus explain. He's had a hard enough time trying to wrap his head around the time differences between them, and at most they've been a year. A year, and none of them have really changed all that much. But Harry...Harry said he was from twenty years. Twenty years in the future with the knowledge of their lives, their futures, and he's apparently told them.
Merlin, he'd looked so tired. So old. James thinks of the scars on his hands and the way he seemed ten, maybe fifteen years older than he had to be. You don't grow up in a happy home and look that beat up, that exhausted. ]
What do you mean everything?
[ Because that tone of voice? That terrifies him. Terrifies, but also makes him angry. That little spike of heat in his chest when he mentions we. We, Sirius and Remus and Lily, but not James because apparently...what? He couldn't handle it?
His mind starts in on a list of everything that could go wrong, what 'it all goes to shit' could possibly encompass, and when he comes down to is war. The war. Voldemort must have risen to power and- ]
Remus, what are you talking about?
[ we missed you so much.
James wants to scream at that, to lash out because it's not fair. It's not like he could change what happened, didn't even know he'd been missing. Last he checked everything was fine, Remus had been worrying about studying for the N.E.W.T.s for the next year, Sirius had been kicked out - disowned - and had moved in with him, Pete was going on a trip with his parents and Lily...
He hadn't known. He hadn't. If he had he would have been here earlier, but now he is. I'm right here he wants to yell, but he doesn't because he's waiting for the explanation. For Remus to tell him what had apparently been so important that all three of them had gone behind his back and decided not to tell him. To keep from him. ]
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Merlin, he'd looked so tired. So old. James thinks of the scars on his hands and the way he seemed ten, maybe fifteen years older than he had to be. You don't grow up in a happy home and look that beat up, that exhausted. ]
What do you mean everything?
[ Because that tone of voice? That terrifies him. Terrifies, but also makes him angry. That little spike of heat in his chest when he mentions we. We, Sirius and Remus and Lily, but not James because apparently...what? He couldn't handle it?
His mind starts in on a list of everything that could go wrong, what 'it all goes to shit' could possibly encompass, and when he comes down to is war. The war. Voldemort must have risen to power and- ]
Remus, what are you talking about?
[ we missed you so much.
James wants to scream at that, to lash out because it's not fair. It's not like he could change what happened, didn't even know he'd been missing. Last he checked everything was fine, Remus had been worrying about studying for the N.E.W.T.s for the next year, Sirius had been kicked out - disowned - and had moved in with him, Pete was going on a trip with his parents and Lily...
He hadn't known. He hadn't. If he had he would have been here earlier, but now he is. I'm right here he wants to yell, but he doesn't because he's waiting for the explanation. For Remus to tell him what had apparently been so important that all three of them had gone behind his back and decided not to tell him. To keep from him. ]
What happens to us?