Everyone lived. When Harry was born, Lily hardly saw him because Sirius was fitting him into a tiny leather jacket, Remus was reading to him and James was already trying to sneak him to the Quidditch supply store to get Harry his first toy broom.
Christmases were spent with full bellies and rooms stuffed with laughter, and there wasn't a single person without flushed cheeks from all the wine.
Lily's eyes sparkled and there was always a joke on the tip of James' tongue. All Harry knew was love, love from every corner of the universe.
