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Harry and James
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The year before Hogwarts was lonely sometimes, but then came school and soon Harry had all but forgotten about James and all the things he had told him.
There was simply too much going on to remember and miss James more than once in a while. Mostly his birthdays and the summer holidays where the times Harry remembered and missed James the most.
Of course there were times at school when he also missed James.
Like in second year when suddenly all people believed that Harry was the heir of Slytherin or like in forth year when all thought he had entered himself in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. In times like that Harry often wished for James’s stories about his father and all the obstacles his father had faced and gone out proud and strong.
In other times like at the end of fourth year after Cedric died, at the end of fifth, when Sirius died, at the end of sixth, when Dumbledore died or at the end of seventh when so many people died, Harry wished for James’s stories to remember that others had faced losses and had still come out stronger than before…
But James wasn’t there and so Harry was clinging to the memories of James’s stories he had and continued.
Then the war ended and Harry became an Auror. He went and hunted down the rest of the Death Eaters, other criminals and rogue werewolves or vampires…
Finally Ginny was old enough and they married.
They continued life until all that was, was forgotten.
The war and the adventures of Harry’s school years were nothing but memory. And the life at the Dursleys before Hogwarts an even more distant memory then Hogwarts.
And still – sometimes Harry still remembered James, thinking about the ghostly boy that he finally had connected to his dead father somehow. He just couldn’t figure out how James could have known him when James was still a child…
But the answer never had come forth and James had not returned like promised. Harry had waited year after year after he had left Hogwarts but finally, after five years of waiting he given up on seeing James again.
Instead he had moved on.
He had made his dream true and had become Head Auror like James’s dad – Head Auror, hero and a loving husband and now father.
Harry smiled and looked down at the baby boy in his arms.
Ginny had delivered the little man just hours ago and was still sleeping exhausted in the hospital bed.
It was the first time that Harry had time to look closely at his new born son. The hair looked as if it would be the typical Potter hair one day. The eyes were closed but still baby blue. It would take some time until they would show their true colour.
“James” Harry whispered, looking down at the child in his arms. “James Sirius.”
Ginny and he had decided on this name to honour his godfather and father.
His father – a hero indeed. James had been right on that one. Harry would never be ashamed of his second name ever again…
Then Harry smiled and caressed his sons few dark strands of hair.
“My little James” he said softly.
“Yes” another voice whispered next to him.
Harry startled and turned to look at… James – the other James, not the baby in his arms…
“You know you will not survive if you let him drop” James said smirking, looking down at the baby in Harry’s arms.
“James!” Harry said astonished.
“Yes” James said again, still looking at the baby in Harry’s arms.
“That’s weird, somehow” he remarked and finally looked up at Harry. “On the other hand – that’s not the first weird thing in my life until now…”
“Weird?” Harry asked, looking at James who looked still like the eighteen years of age that he had looked when he left him at the time Harry was ten.
“You’re still eighteen” Harry remarked surprised.
“Of course” James said. “I saw you… little you… just two weeks ago – well, at least it was two weeks ago for me.”
“Two weeks…”
“Yes” James said, smiling. “I will graduate in two hours – you will be there, I hope?”
Harry blinked and stared at James.
“What?” he asked confused.
“At my graduation – you will be there, won’t you, Dad?” James said smiling, then looking back down at the child again.
“Er… sure…” Harry said, still too flabbergasted to say anything else.
“Thanks” James said, not looking up.
“I really was cute, you were right” he finally remarked, then smirked. “But you were also… when you were three… or four… or five…”
“James!”
James just laughed then caressed his baby self’s cheek.
“I see you in eighteen years, Dad” he said, still smiling and vanished, leaving behind an astonished looking Harry with James’s sleeping baby self in his arms.
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Eighteen years later, eighteen year old Hogwarts graduate James Sirius Potter sat up in his chair and opened his eyes just to look right in the bespectacled green ones of his father.
“Hello Dad” he said and smiled.
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Fin.