Re: James, Sirius, Albus
"I kiss a lot of people, Al. It doesn't mean anything," he said, exasperated. Of course, it was slightly surreal to have this discussion when he was in Sirius' arms, but then it was just a shag. He needed to keep believing that.
"Oh, I can see it well, and there's only one person who has the information and that's Voldemort," James answered back. "Snape, Nott, uncle Bill, they are trying, but none of them have the so called necessary information. If they did, we'd been cured instead of dying."
He was getting worked up, but he couldn't help it, not when his very smart brother was being an utterly idiot. "Why do you think I wanted to go to Voldemort?" he asked, panting, his breathing becoming heavier. He stopped talking, and turned to Sirius while he drew shallow breaths, coming in faster and faster as he tried to get enough oxygen into his lungs. He tried to speak, but he couldn't talk and breath, and just pointed to the box with the vials. "Can't... breathe."