They found him in the den, sitting in front of the coffee table.
Since coming home, he seemed to get worse.
Quieter.
He stared at the picture in front of him, and the others watched silently.
He sat unmoving…unblinking.
As if the pain had immobilized him.
Never in his life had Sirius seen him like this.
Never had Sirius not known what to say to him.
Never had James been this quiet.
Suddenly, without warning he moved.
HE stood up and hurled the photo across the room, against the wall.
And then he was not silent anymore.
He screamed.
For a long time he just yelled.
Then Sirius went to him.
Held him up when he was about to collapse.
That's what family did.
And now…he was all James had.
They were all any of them had.