Harry grabbed the paper and stared at the sight of John and Yoko waving and cuddling on a large bed. It was unbelievable, even he had a rudimentary appreciation for the Beatles. You couldn't survive Muggle school without it. "He can't be-"
Lily interrupted him. "Why not? Sirius came back from the dead. I'm here. John's one of ours, you know."
"The living dead?"
"No!" Lily's fingers itched to take a playful swat at her son, but she knew it would be a useless gesture. "A wizard. Quite powerful, if the rumours were true. The Ministry was dead-set against letting him continue with that band once they became popular, but he gave up using his magic to stay with them. Lived like a Muggle, although I'm convinced he kept his wand close. Maybe in his guitar."