James smirked at Sirius' reply, and nodded when he explained where they were, glancing about the room. It didn't look so different from his own childhood bedroom. On behalf of Sirius he had always born the house a filial grudge, much in the same way he took an instant dislike to anyone he happened to overhear degrading werewolves.
"You lay me out like a cheap date and can't even go to the trouble to take me someplace nice," he chided.
When Remus stepped into the room his smile widened. Strange though it was to see his friend so different, he was still very much the same.
"Thanks," he managed before snatching up a mug of tea.
Sleeping had settled his head, as it nearly always did. Remus had said they'd died. All of them... except Harry. His son had survived, a fact that eased the guilt that rumbled in the back of him mind. James' thoughts began to pick up steam; wondering where Harry was, who was taking care of him, if he liked quiddich or-
He managed to drown his own thoughts as he downed his tea. As he looked down into the empty cup something else occurred to him, something he'd picked up from his penchant for muggle horror films. They had died, but now they were back. Muggles had a word for that, called them zombies. But zombies were supposed to want to eat brains. He eyed the tray Remus had brought. It looked appetizing enough.
He gave a sigh, looking up at the two men in the room. He couldn't imagine them dying. In the months preceding Harry's birth they had been pretty isolated from each other. James and Lily had been sequestered for their own safety, but James knew that tension was rising between Sirius and Remus. The mere thought that they had all been separated only to now find themselves together again filled James with an overwhelming gratitude that enabled him to press for more information.
"So what happened?" he asked, trying to keep his voice light.