Who: James Potter (Prongs) and Sirius Black (Padfoot) Where: The Greenhouse. When: After this. What: James goes to take care of his mate.
James was already half way out the door when he first saw Sirius's entry in his journal. He wrote to him, kept him as calm as he could while he sat with Lily and watched it all unfold. He knew she would understand. He had to go. He would be there for Sirius, like he was back when he left home. He had been there then like he would be there now. And always.
Other people couldn't understand it but they had a bond. It wasn't the same with Remus and bloody Peter. They were closer, they understood each other. It had been that way since the very first day they met and James knew that was something that would always be. Like with Lily, some things were meant to be and should last forever.
He didn't walk. James didn't run. Instead he apparated directly to the greenhouse.
Sirius had said he broke a few things. A few being the understatement of the century. It didn't matter he would fix it all. Broken glass was easy enough to repair, broken hearts and spirits were a different matter. He stepped carefully over bits of broken glass which crunched nder the heel of his boots. He looked around cautiously, for all he knew Sirius could be getting his second wind and things could start blowing up and flying all over the bloody place.