I am writing this story in memory of Lily and James who, I am sure, would have liked to say some things about the fate of their friends. I intend on going on by looking into the lives of several beloved characters, in the perspectives of these two. (Please forgive some mistakes, I am not a native speaker) Have fun!
From the other side
Harry
At first there was only pain; then after a little while they saw a light. It was not green, it was white, it was bright and it was warm: Almost as if it was welcoming them to a new life. Still there was so much they were leaving behind, friends and family, their son.
In their own minds they were white, glowing beings that followed every footstep of their son, whose destiny was even crueler than they had ever feared. He had lost both parents at such an early age and was sent to live with her relatives, her sister of all people. She had to watch helplessly as Dudley punished him for every move he made, he had to watch as workers of the ministry took away his best friend for a murder he had not commit. Life on the other side was not nearly as peaceful as one was lead to believe, at least not for those, who still had an interest in the real world.
Sirius
James wanted to yell, he wanted to scream. They had the wrong man, Sirius was not a traitor, he would have never committed such a crime. Peter deserved to go to Azkaban, but not Sirius, never Sirius. A friend, a confidant. There was no one, whom James would have rather trusted with his life, and the lives of his family. To see Harry being carried to the Dursley house was more than he could bear, but it was even worse to watch Sirius sit in Azkaban. James spent a lot of his time on the other side by just sitting there with him. Talking to him and listening to him speaking about his lost friends. Sirius felt like he had betrayed them, since he was the one who had convinced them to take Peter. Sirius should not be burdening himself with this weight. James would have done anything to take this away from him; Sirius guilt ridden face was just too much. But over the years something changed deep within his friend. He seemed to be no longer affected by the dementors, he was getting stronger slowly but surely.
Remus
Lily kept track of Remus. She knew their death had hit him hardly. She had been his trusted friend, the first one to know his little secret. She had been the one dragging him to tell Sirius und James. Remus had always issues with his illness; he never knew that this side of him did not matter, to any of them. Without his trusted friends Remus did not know how to deal. He did not even know what to think. Had Sirius betrayed them? He just refused to believe that. Sirius of all people had made is aversions against the dark side as clear as possible. It just couldn't be, could it? Lily saw, how Remus tried to convince Dumbledore that he could take care of Harry. Lily was all in favor, but Dumbledore insisted on keeping him with his family. She knew why, but it was just so hard. The time she spend next to her son was hard. She really needed to be strong to refrain from cursing the hell out of her sister… or her husband.