James had been growing more and more conflicted as he'd spoken with Bellatrix, but he'd finally given up Edgar's role to her in order to get information about Remus' whereabouts. It wasn't his right to tell that, really, but James figured if Ed was conscious, he'd probably be okay with it considering Bellatrix already wanted him dead and all. Besides, it was Remus. James had to do something.
So he'd told her, and she'd told him, and he'd shouted a goodbye and an I love you to Lily before disapparating to the co-ordinates without a second thought. He didn't know quite what to expect, be it a trap or a massacre, nor did he have any idea what state his friend would be in when or if he found him. James' heart skipped a beat as he spotted Remus, and he dropped to his knees, pulling out his wand and dispelling the chains, pulling Remus free of the silver and taking a look at his injuries. It wasn't good. It was terrifying, actually, and James couldn't help but gag a little as he pulled Remus towards him with his magical arm, tears stinging his eyes.
"Remus? Moony, shit. Come on. Please," he said, shaking him. He lifted Remus and disapparated right to the edge of Edgar's wards, since he knew Dig was there. The moment he was on his own two feet and could get a breath of oxygen in his lungs, he was yelling for Dig. Fucking wards, fucking fuck, fucking Remus.
"DIG!" he hollered, clinging to Remus more tightly.