It’s gotten to the point where I don’t even really think of James and Lily as dead anymore. Like, I consciously know that they’re not alive in the series and that they die before they got a chance to raise Harry but it still doesn’t feel like it. Like, I’ve read and written so many fanfictions about them and in them they’re alive. They’re just so alive and vibrant and there in my mind that there are times when I have to stop and remind myself that they die. It’s almost like … like … the marauders’ era is almost this moment in time, where everything is paused and I don’t have to think about or truly acknowledge the fact that Lily and James are dead. It’s like they never die. idk