Here is the next POV in mine and Lady Taliesin's series of viginettes based on the thoughts of the various characters about James Potter's return!

Lady Taliesin was kind enough to write this for me and is allowing me to post it here under my penname! Thanks for all the help!

REMUS' POV

by Lady Taliesin

"Harry made a wish three days ago under the stars…wishing for a father-figure…someone to guide him through this dark period in his life. Normally wishes are not granted by the heavens, but this time it did. The reasoning I do not know, but I can tell you this: James Potter is alive."

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Alive.

Remus froze, staring at Dumbledore with eyes that were looking at something else entirely. Alive, alive alive alive alive…

But James was…dead. He had seen him, had been to the funeral, had seen him and Lily, dead… This was some sort of dream; it had to be a dream, and soon he would wake up, and smile a bit and laugh wearily and go downstairs and have breakfast because it was nothing more than some marvelous, nightmarish dream…

Because people didn't come back from the dead. Death was the end.

But why would Dumbledore lie?

As though from a distance he could hear Sirius say, "James can't be…I saw his body. I closed his eyes!"

Remus closed his own eyes, wishing desperately that he could say something – anything – but what could he say? That Dumbledore was lying, and that he, Remus Lupin, knew better? That this was a dream? That he was afraid that, any moment now, he would wake up?

"Harry wished for this?" he asked at last, his voice sounding unnaturally detached and impassive in his ears. But it doesn't matter if Harry wished for it, because there is no "when you wish upon a star"!

But…what if maybe, just maybe, there is?

"As I said earlier," Dumbledore explained, "Harry made a wish upon a star. His wish came true. James Potter has been given another chance of life. He is here to aid Harry."

Remus glanced sideways at Sirius, almost afraid of what he would see. He wasn't sure which would be worse – if Sirius believed Dumbledore, or if he didn't.

Because while inside he was screaming to himself that this was impossible, that death ended everything, that wishes just couldn't bring people back from the dead, some small part of him kept saying, "But maybe…"

But maybe every book about death he'd read after October 31st, 1981 had been wrong. But maybe it wasn't just a children's rhyme – maybe the heavens really did listen to wishes. But maybe that small, half-starved boy sitting alone on a train nearly 24 years ago wouldn't become an outcast simply because of what he was…but maybe three friends really would dare expulsion and even death to become animagi…but maybe it wasn't Sirius who had betrayed Lily and James, and killed Peter…and maybe this is real.

Throat dry, he continued to gaze at Sirius, waiting for him to speak. At last Sirius swallowed. "Where's he now?" he whispered.

So Sirius believed Dumbledore.

And inside, Remus laughed.

Almost unconsciously Remus ducked behind Dumbledore as the Headmaster pushed open the door to the very first room on the third floor. He didn't want to know if that man sitting on the bed was James Potter or not, not now he was here. If it was James…well, he didn't know what then. What could he say? I'm sorry? For what?

I'm sorry for not finding out that it was Peter who was betraying us…I'm sorry for not being there to stop Voldemort when he came after you…I'm sorry for not realizing Sirius was innocent…I'm sorry for not being there for Harry when I should have been… And if it would have brought you back to us sooner, then I'm sorry for not wishing on stars, too…

If it was James Potter – if it really was Prongs – then he didn't know what to say.

But if it was some, some Death Eater, some imposter – well, it might be better then. Then he knew what he'd do – he'd rip the bastard's heart out.

No – what was he thinking. He wasn't thinking. That was the problem.

"James, I would like you to say hello to Sirius Black and Remus Lupin."

No! I can't face him now, not yet, I'm not ready…!

Dumbledore stepped aside, and Remus' breath caught.

Oh, Prongs…

It had to be James – the man sitting on the bed before him had James' mussed jet black hair, had James' slightly too-long nose, had James' hazel eyes…only those eyes were no longer glinting with mischief. Now they looked so haunted, so lost, so empty…

"I will leave you to talk. I'm sure you've got a lot of things to say. Remus, when you are done, you are needed by Alastor Moody. He will be taking the team to Privet Drive." Remus glanced quickly sideways at the Headmaster, his eyes wide and almost frightened. Then he swallowed and turned back to look at James – no, not James, not yet – and nodded mutely. He didn't know what to say.

Don't leave Dumbledore, not yet, not until I know that this is real…please don't leave; I don't know what to do, I don't, I don't…

Remus couldn't help but look backwards as Dumbledore, his mouth twitching slightly beneath his long white mustache, turned around and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. He turned back quickly, forcing himself to look at Ja– at the man on the bed.

There was complete and utter silence.

Remus could hear his heart begin to race. His mind was still screaming at him, telling him to draw his wand, to force this imposter who was pretending to be his friend – his dead friend – out of his disguise… But his eyes were still telling him that this was Prongs, and his heart was telling him that if he just looked a little harder then he would know; if he just touched James' hand then he would know this wasn't a dream, and if he just looked into James' eyes then he would know he wasn't an imposter…

At last, clearing his throat awkwardly, Remus forced himself to speak. "How do we know you are James Potter?"

We don't, we can't, but please, please be him…

His voice was calm when he spoke, but Remus could see that James – no! Not James, not until he proved it – was trembling very, very slightly as he answered. "You are a werewolf, Moony. We confronted you on the twenty-second of November 1972, during our second year. We made a promise to stand together, supporting one another until the end," He paused for a moment and swallowed. "and, who else do we know can transform into a Stag as an Animagus form?"

It's him. Oh God it's him, it's James, it's Prongs…

Remus couldn't help himself – he smiled.

It's really you.

There you go! What did you think?

Coming next, I think is Sirius!