[He takes the wand in his uninjured hand - luckily it's his wand hand, this time - and waves it. The magic... doesn't go as planned. Instead of vanishing into thin air, the conjured chains give a weak little flop, and turn a vibrant green. He gives up and answers James's question with a shake of his head.]

You can't help me here, Prongs. There's only one of you. Without Padfoot and Wormtail... I'll probably just end up hurting you.