Reflective: Ghosts on the streets today
Date: March 26, 2003
Character(s): James Potter
Location: The edges of Annwn, and then out
Status: Private
Summary: James decides he needs some time away, even if that means outside of Annwn.
Completion: Complete
James stood on the edges of Annwn, knowing that a few more steps would take him outside, where he would be less than a ghost. That prospect didn't seem as horrifying as it once had, though, now that he felt as though no one saw or heard him anyway. Living dead, he existed as a ghost amongst the people he loved most. Lily had long ago stopped looking at him, listening to him, and now she found her happiness in the arms of another man. His son no longer hated him, it seemed, but for all they could talk to each other, James might as well just have remained dead. As for Sirius, James didn't know when, if ever, they'd be able to look at each other without remembering what they'd said.
Tomorrow was his birthday, and there was no one to celebrate it.
In all, the cold greyness of the world outside Annwn where he would be invisible and inaudible seemed a paradise compared to the charade he called a life.
He wouldn't stay forever. Just a while. A few days. Long enough to think, to see some of the places he remembered, and pull himself together. He hadn't bothered to send anyone any owls. He doubted Harry would be ready to talk to him again within a few days, or that Sirius would care to see him, or that Lily even remembered he existed. Remus, who knew where the hell he was.
With a deep breath, James closed his eyes a moment, and then stepped out of Annwn, becoming the ghost he'd always known he was.
Character(s): James Potter
Location: The edges of Annwn, and then out
Status: Private
Summary: James decides he needs some time away, even if that means outside of Annwn.
Completion: Complete
James stood on the edges of Annwn, knowing that a few more steps would take him outside, where he would be less than a ghost. That prospect didn't seem as horrifying as it once had, though, now that he felt as though no one saw or heard him anyway. Living dead, he existed as a ghost amongst the people he loved most. Lily had long ago stopped looking at him, listening to him, and now she found her happiness in the arms of another man. His son no longer hated him, it seemed, but for all they could talk to each other, James might as well just have remained dead. As for Sirius, James didn't know when, if ever, they'd be able to look at each other without remembering what they'd said.
Tomorrow was his birthday, and there was no one to celebrate it.
In all, the cold greyness of the world outside Annwn where he would be invisible and inaudible seemed a paradise compared to the charade he called a life.
He wouldn't stay forever. Just a while. A few days. Long enough to think, to see some of the places he remembered, and pull himself together. He hadn't bothered to send anyone any owls. He doubted Harry would be ready to talk to him again within a few days, or that Sirius would care to see him, or that Lily even remembered he existed. Remus, who knew where the hell he was.
With a deep breath, James closed his eyes a moment, and then stepped out of Annwn, becoming the ghost he'd always known he was.