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[jamesisprongs]

Characters: James Potter I, Sirius Black
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Castle Grounds, at the landing pad.
Relative Date: Prongs' arrival.
Status: Closed

James was hidden under his invisibility cloak, clinging to the side of the flying thing as it hovered over darkness. Lily couldn't have sent that ticket to him, he thought, it was some trick

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[y_s0_sirius]

Sirius was watching the Marauder's Map. He tended to keep an eye on Barty when he had free time. He wanted to know what his cousin was up to. A new dot appeared, in the vicinity of where that muggle machine dropped people off. He watched the ink form a name and almost dropped the map.

James Potter.

He folded the map quickly, and shoved it into his pocket before transfiguring into Padfoot. He took off at a dead run slowing as he grew closer. He saw no one, but that meant nothing. James had always had that cloak, and had known magic enough to hide himself even without it.
He sat on his haunches, sniffing the air. Unlike when "Harry" had shown up, he could tell that this really was James.

He transformed back to himself, and looked around, hoping for a sign of his friend.

[jamesisprongs]

James could hear something padding towards him. He twisted around and decided to don the cloak, turning off the light from his wand as he did. He daren't do too much magic incase there was a tracer around this place that could detect him and ... do whatever it was they did to people in this dark place. James stepped slowly backwards, trying to see what was coming towards him in the dark. His uniform was by now muddy and filthy around his knees and calves and kept dragging his heels as the material stretched.

He though, had had enough of hiding. James pulled off the invisibility cloak, holding it in his hand and stuck out his wand defensively. "Show yourself!" he cried out. "Lumos!" and the wand shone brighter, illuminating a little.

His eyes widened as he saw a familiar face, but... old. "Sirius?"

[y_s0_sirius]

Sirius cocked his head, staring at James. 'This place does indeed like playing tricks,' he said softly. 'I suppose you'll want to be convinced of who I am?' he said, nodding.

He wouldn't blame James. James. His heart was racing. How was this even possible...?

[jamesisprongs]

"I suppose you would too." he stared down at what appeared to be Sirius. James at one transformed into his animagus state, a majestic stag. Just as quickly, he transformed back, picking his wand back up.

"Do yours."

[y_s0_sirius]

Sirius nodded. 'You make me the godfather. He does us both proud,' he said softly. 'He goes on to marry one of Arthur Weasley's kids--he's married to Molly Prewett. Harry and Ginny's eldest, named for you and me, is here. He's staying with a young witch, not far from here. And like Harry is to you and Lily, he is so very much like his parents.'

He glanced at Remus. He would let his lover decide when it was time to tell James about his own death. Though it would need to be tonight, as James Sirius might say so if he saw James.

[jamesisprongs]

James just stared at his empty glass, lost in thought and lost for words. How could he have a child, it wasn't even possible anymore. This boy and his boy too could never be born now, not if he was trapped here. He just shook his head, "You're wrong." he stated simply, "I can't have a son and grandchildren. I'm trapped here forever now, remember? So just forget about this damn kid." he grabbed the firewhiskey bottle from the end of the table and refilled his glass to the top.

[midnightmoony]

"Why are you so against it?" Remus stopped him, putting a hand over the cap of the whiskey. "Would I ever lie to you James...?" he said calmly, looking at him intently.

[y_s0_sirius]

Sirius sighed softly. 'You're still there. You're here, but somehow, you're there, too. Remus was still in our world even after he was brought here. I don't understand how it works. But, you're there.

'And your grandson is here. I've seen him. Cia brought him to me after he arrived. I know this is confusing, and makes no bloody sense. But it is what it is, mate.'