As soon as the spooky/sad music stopped, people stopped ignoring that 'thin, wraith-like figure'. The diabolically evil and dastardly Dark Lord gasped and those long white hands came up, shaking, and covered his mouth. (Aw, aren't we great writers?) Zombie-Lily dropped the teapot. On Ron's foot. Ron, yelling in pain and feeling that nasty feeling that he may be losing a hold on the situation as well as his relationship…well, he yelled. Everyone ignored him, so he shut up and sniveled in the corner next to the unconscious Malfoy.
"…James?" The wispy figure smiled however he used to smile when he was alive. Voldemort gasped again.
"Hey Tom! I gotta tell you, you did me a favor, killing me in a jealous rage. It's great around here!" Everyone stared. Voldemort looked absolutely shattered.
"You mean…you don't miss me?" James looked shiftily around, as if looking for the exits.
"Er, of course I did, sweetie! How could I not? I meant besides the fact that I missed you horribly, that it's great around here." 'Tom' looked mollified and tried to take the phantom's hand. But of course, as everyone who has read a lot and has seen this situation once or fifty times in the movies, it didn't work. What kinda story would this be if it did? Anyway…
"Oh James! Seeing you again…I miss you so much!" James smiled again, completely ignoring Zombie-Lily because, face it, she was a zombie.
"Why don't you join me? I mean, there's sherbet with licorice straws and little things stuck on sticks to eat and it's warm and there's a pool and you wouldn't believe the gigantic gardens we have here!" He said gardens tauntingly, knowing Lord Voldemort's weakness for the floral world. Voldemort bit his lip and looked from Harry to James and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth until everyone got dizzy from following his gaze. James finally took the hint and said,
"Oh, Harry, my boy! Didn't see you there. Good job, making me proud." Harry nodded.
"Oh." James gave him an odd look, then Hermione explained again. Voldemort made a heart wrenching decision and chose his love over his newfound somewhat dull 'son'.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" (see, you knew we would have to put it in sometime.) Voldemort disappeared in a tasteful poof cloud that Tom and Oliver applauded.