The memory comes rushing back, but in slow motion. I watch James Potter, Harry is the spitting image of him. The full head of black hair that can’t be tamed, sticking up at all angles. The round glasses, the jawline. He is handsome and with what Sirius and Remus told me, he was an amazing father. Harry would have adored him, they would fly together, playing quidditch. Sirius and Remus would join them, laughing and having fun. Sirius would not have been in Azkaban, haunted with nightmares or feeling alone. Remus would not be as thin as he used to be, Lily would have cooked enough dinner for all, taking care of them. James and Sirius would be with Remus as Animagi to keep him company at full moons. They would be one big family, maybe give Harry a sibling. Harry told me he always wanted a real sibling, maybe a baby sister, one he could protect at school and teach everything he knows to.