when the marauders all finally reunite in the afterlife, it’s weird. peter isn’t there, not because he’s not dead but because he doesn’t dare approach them and they completely ignore him. taunting snape now seems too childish, and torturing him too extreme. they’re different ages now; remus and sirius are older than james and lily, more warriors than children, and you can feel it rather than see. and whatever happened between sirius and remus, well, now tonks is there and it’s awkward, so awkward, and no one knows what to say. everybody else knows harry better than his parents do, and they feel terribly guilty. introductions are in order, and reintroductions, and there’s so much silence. things that used to be habit are now forced. they watch over the living, wanting to help, to say hello, but they rarely can. at first they were happy to see their old friends, but now… it’s more complicated than that.
when the marauders all finally reunite in the afterlife, it’s weird. not because the world is different, but because they are.