Author's Note: So, I got this idea while watching my mother pace around the kitchen and cry. And at the time, it didn't feel quite real. Because I've never seen her like that. She's always been the one watching me have a tantrum, just silent and sad. But now the tables were turned, and it felt wrong. Like the wearing a shirt inside out and backwards kind of wrong. You know it doesn't feel right, but when you look down, you're still wearing a shirt. This is James POV watching as Remus finds out about the Potter's deaths.

Disclaimer- The lovely lady who owns Harry Potter is not me. That would be J. K. Rowling.

I see you, Remus. I don't know why I see you, but I do. You in your kitchen, reading the letter that explains my death. I sit next to you, trying to figure out why I'm here, how I can see you, and it hits me. This is a chance. One last opportunity to say goodbye, even if you can't know it. I try to say goodbye and go, but I can't, because now you cry, so I can't leave. And you punch the wall, and break a chair, and for the first time in years, I see the resemblance to the wolf in your face.

This isn't right. I know it is real, but I just can't wrap my head around it. I see you pacing around the room, fuming, wild eyed. But I am having trouble believing that you are actually doing it. How can you be? You've always been so calm and level headed, never showing signs of distress. And me, I've always been the one who loses control, is impatient, has meltdowns and paces through the rooms. So how is it that we've switched positions? How is it that I am standing here, watching you slowly lose control, when it should be me pacing, me screaming that the world isn't fair, me losing control until someone comes to calms me down. How is it that you wait until after I'm gone, to break? When you know I'm not able to help you? I'm here, but you can't see me. I'm watching you cry, but you don't feel my gaze. I'm trying to comfort you, like you've done to me so many times, but you can't hear me. I'm dead, just a memory, making my last, silent goodbyes.

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