[He reaches for her hand, then, taking it with only a bit of hesitation. The future, and he himself had done horribly, babbling to James about Harry and the Order of the Phoenix, preparing him for his grim future to come. Not wise, perhaps, but then again, how could he not? With all their friends being murdered left and right-- with the Prewetts gone, the Bones family destroyed, with Dearborn mutilated before he was killed-- god, how could he not warn James of all that?]

I told him everything.

[Murmured.]

I couldn't keep it to myself. And I didn't . . . I didn't want him walking in blind. But I told him all of it-- the good things as well as the bad. About Harry, about how much he loves him. About Lily, and how happy they are together.

I can't advise you-- I don't even know if that was the right thing to do. But it's what I did.