"He’s run away. He’s been faced with a real fight for the first time, a real battle, something dangerous and violent and real, and what does he do? He runs and hides and he’s a coward a coward a coward.
He doesn’t know how long he lets himself sit there and hate his own weakness; hates how small he feels, how young, not like James Potter at all, not the Marauder or the Quidditch Captain or the brave young man who’s going to join the resistance when he finishes school — he feels like James the boy, scared and useless and scared."









