Who: James and Dumbledore Where: Dumbles' office at Hogwarts What: James gets a magic arm! And then tells a secret. When: Shortly after the owl is received. Rating: ...PG? Status: In progress.
James had been at the safehouse when he'd received the owl from Dumbledore. (Where else was he going to be? He was dead, after all.) He'd been hanging out with Harry and trying not to think about how he wasn't terribly restless being a stay at home dad, but when the owl came, he'd gone to find Lily. He deposited Harry in her lap and then went straight to their illegally connected floo, not bothering to owl Dumbledore back before flooing directly into his office.
Perhaps dead men ought not just arrive unannounced, but James liked to live on the edge. Besides, Dumbledore had an arm for him.
"Afternoon, sir. Didn't realize you were working on an arm for little old me. How completely fantastic," James greeted him, dusting soot off his clothes as he stepped out of the fireplace. "I've been getting used to the one armed thing, but poor Lily, she thinks I'm going to drop Harry or something. Shall we test this baby out?"