Spirit

He was cold. Almost immediately upon realizing that, it came to him that he was shivering. ("Good morning, James." "Happy Halloween, my love!") He discovered his eyes were shut and opened them.

("Come on, Lily, I'll nip out, get some candy for Harry, be back before anyone realizes I've left.") Mist surrounded him. ("Don't worry, we'll be out of here in no time.") A figure approached, he noticed without surprise. ("It's Harry's bedtime.") "Lily?"

"James?" Her voice echoed. ("Lily, run!" A high, piercing laugh. A flash of green.)

The mist floated around them, as insubstantial as the spirits it embraced.