My problem isn’t that my favorite characters aren’t real; it’s that I’m not fictional. I don’t want them to be real. What I desperately wish is that I could be fictional with them. It’s not that I want them here with me in this mundane and ordinary world; it’s that I want to join them in their extraordinary one.
I never thought James was a baddie. I always think it’s weird when people associate him with that, because certainly in the books I never got that feeling. Perhaps that’s the only version of him we get to see in The Order of the Phoenix. I don’t think Sirius and James would have formed such a strong friendship, such a strong bond, if he didn’t have that moral fibre. I think he just saw it as, in his mind, it was good versus evil. Snape was the bad guy, and he was the good guy. We’re all heroes in our own story, and for him it was fairly clear and I think probably influenced him hugely. It was the arrogance of youth, more than anything. It’s just a shame that he never really got far past that, in terms of longevity, to see the man he would become. Because I think he would have grown up as a Dumbledore kind of character. There would be no doubt about his moral fibre, because I think that his influence on him was huge, in terms of learning that perhaps you’re not always the smartest, cleverest, funniest person in the room.
Robbie Jarvis (who plays James Potter in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix), when asked the question: “Do you think James Potter is a bad person?” (x)
The fact that wizard law enforcement found a dude’s finger and immediately closed the investigation, declared him dead, and concluded that the only possible explanation for why they only found a finger was that he was killed so hard that the rest of him was obliterated kind of speaks volumes about why nobody followed up when the genocidal serial killer just vanished.
The downfall of Voldemort, such a source of jubilation to the rest of the wizarding community, marked the beginning of a long stretch of loneliness and unhappiness for Remus. He had lost his three close friends and, with the Order disbanded, his previous comrades returned to busy lives with families. His mother was now dead, and while Lyall, his father, was always delighted to see his son, Remus refused to endanger his father’s peaceful existence by returning to live with him. Remus now lived a hand-to-mouth existence, taking jobs that were far below his level of ability, always knowing that he would have to leave them before his pattern of growing sick once a month at the full moon was noticed by his workmates. - Pottermore