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What's this? Why'd you call it- no, Sirius, stop I-
[ there's a pause, sounds of a struggle and what could probably pass as a triumphant laugh. ]
Right! Name's James Potter. 'pparently you can leave things here for me to read later? Brilliant.
Uh, what am I even supposed to say?
Wait, no, this is my bloody-
[ and the feed is cut off. blame sirius. ]
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[Remus stares up at James in mild shock.]
We can't kill him. I was just-- I more meant to, to distance ourselves from him in the future, in . . . god. God.
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[ there's something dark in james' face, something so dark he can't even look at remus. ]
Sirius has made up his mind and I won't let him do it. That's it.
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[He shakes his head.]
We won't. He-- he'd regret it the moment he'd done it.
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[ the worst part is that the look in sirius' eyes, the laugh, it was enough for james to actually think he'd so it. enough, and scared him.
a moment later, he laughs. a hollow, dark sound, as he rubs at his face. ]
Why did things have to get so cocked up, Moony?
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Because I think Voldemort is determined to ruin just about anything he comes in contact with, Prongs.
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[ a beat, and then he sighs. ]
I think I'll message Peter. We can work out how the rest of this happens then.
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We're all . . . we're all with you, James. You know that, right?
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Yeah, yeah I know.
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We'll get this done. It'll be all right.