"Damn! Damn damn damn! This is not happening!"
James was furious. He left his bedroom and stormed to the living room on the ground floor.
Lily was in the kitchen making some calming tea for James, as he had been swearing all morning. That day, James woke up to find out that Sirius was put into Azkaban without a trial, whereas the real criminal was Peter. He felt betrayed by Peter, guilty for doubting Remus, and angry to see innocent Sirius get caught.
"Come on James, drink some tea. It would help you.", Lily brought a tray of tea into the living room and sat down beside James on the sofa, her face frowning.
James didn't reply straight away. His eyes were still glued onto the screen, which was showing Sirius suffering in his cell in Azkaban. The dementors were drifting in the hallway and sucking the happiness from everyone. Lily touched James' shoulder, a tear ran down her face. She had been very worried for James recently. Since Hagrid delivered baby Harry to Dumbledore and McGonagall and the Headmaster put him in front of the Dursley's household's doorway, James was in a daily bad mood. And that very day, when Peter escaped in his animagus form, James couldn't tolerate it anymore. He wished he could somehow contact the living world, but it's impossible. He didn't choose to become a ghost, he chose to move on. James wasn't angry because he was killed, he was angry because now everyone else must suffer, from his best friend to his very son. All he wanted was to have a small, happy family, but a stupid prophecy ruined it all. And his son was stuck with a destiny to become the person who would vanquish Lord Voldemort.
"We're dead. Dead people don't need to drink tea." James grunted. But he still took the teacup and drained it.
"James, I know this is not good news, but we can't do anything, we're dead like you said. But we can keep watching, and follow Harry on the journey of his life. This will just be like a long, long movie, right?" Said Lily gently, and she gave James a sympathetic, soothing smile.
"No! You don't understand, Lily! I want to be present in Harry's life, but now we are just a vague memory. We are not even sure if he remembers us!" James pinched his nose bridge, grunting in frustration.
"So we have to make sure we're still a part of his life by watching him from afar if we can not do it from a close distance."
James stared longingly at Lily, then he sighed.
"You are right. We can take care of him."
"And we're doing this together."
Lily and James looked into each other's eyes, and they smiled. At that moment, they know things were going to settle down just a little bit.