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[The event gave James his normal clothing, and a sheet with a couple of eyeholes.

And James was fine with this; he has a sense of humor. He wore the sheet around and tried to playfully spook some people with the least scary costume in existence. But, after a while (days at least, though it's hard to tell with everlasting night) the sheet fell right through him. This was okay too, for a bit. People could still see him, and James thought it wouldn't go farther than that.

But now, he isn't just transparent. He's barely visible to the naked eye. He's just a glimpse of himself, a whisper of someone who used to be. He can't see himself in a mirror, and it startles him. He can't see his hands when he looks down.

And this would all make his heart beat fast, but he's not sure he can feel his heart at all.

Time passes, or maybe it doesn't, and James is sure he hears something. Whispers. Reminders. Your deathday is near; All Hallow's Eve...]

All...Halloween.

[And he remembers, though he shouldn't. It feels real, and he knows its real. He remembers (imagines. remembers?) the life being drained from him. The fear for Lily's sake, and for.]

...Harry. Harry.

[There's a CRACK and what lights are left in the hall of the tenth floor go out, the bulbs themselves shattering. A couple of mirrors crack as well, and there's a terrifying (terrified?) breeze. His voice comes out but it's hollow, garbled by a lack of vocal chords. Difficult and desperate.]

No, no. No...no. nonoNO! I'm not...I'm not ready; I can't. I still have to...I can still... I WON'T GO!

[And then, the ghost of James Potter flees, causing several decorations to fall over in the process. Anyone is welcome to be haunted by him anywhere inside the mansion.]