Trust James to make a joke. It was so perfectly normal that Lily didn't even resent him for being able to find anything funny in the situation. "I was in the house - well, the garden," Lily said, shakily. "And I saw the house... like a bomb hit it. And I thought you were dead, and Harry..." she had thought she was out of tears after the afternoon she'd spent in the flat, but she found herself weeping almost immediately again at the memory of that helplessness, that feeling of utter loss. "But then he was there and it's a good thing I couldn't find my wand because I would have hexed him, and he looked so sad, and he said he'd seen you, but I couldn't believe it was him..."