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James figures his father should have retired years ago. At 175, he was far from a spring chicken and had spent the past ten years in and out of St. Mungos.
But there was still a battle to win, so Harry kept fighting.
In his youth he had fought Voldemort.
As a young adult he fought to vanquished the darkness that remained.
When it seemed like the war was over, he finally fought for true-love. Upheaving everything for the most unlikely of suitors: one Mr. Draco Malfoy.
With family and love behind him, he joined forces with Hermione and fought to build the Wizarding World he believed in.
And in the end - he fought to ensure that everything he fought for remained and all his work was not in vain.
***
Today, however, Harry was fighting for his life.
This was the fifth time this year, James had found Harry fighting his sickness and frankly James was shocked his dad was holding on. He figured his father’s only motivation to keep going was the upcoming Wizegamot vote that could send Muggle-borns back into the dark ages and Harry’s unfailing belief that he was the only one who could stop it.
With resolve, James leaned over to his father and whispered, “It’s OK Dad, we can take it from here. Go find Draco..”
At his love’s name, Harry perked. Draco, like Ron, Hermione and Ginny, had died more than ten years ago and Harry ached for him.
“I do miss him,” Harry rasped, sadness overtaking him.
“So go see him.”
“Let me say my goodbyes first.”
Unable to believe that his father had finally agreed, James stood and began to call the family.
***
Within an hour dozens of Potters, Weasleys and Lupins (and one very frazzled doctor) had descended upon Harry’s cottage.
Family by family they each said their goodbyes and moved to the lawn, until only Harry’s five children were by his side.
With a final look at each of his children, he began, “James, Albus, Lily, Scorpius, Teddy. It has been an honour to be your father. Thank-you, for giving me your love, a family and generations more of it. I love each of you to the stars and back.
Before I go, I must ask that you do what you can to make sure the vote goes our way.”
“We will,” Lily promised, holding her father's hand in hers.
Content, Harry closed his eyes and greeted Death like an old friend.
***
“It’s gonna be a shitshow when we tell the press,” Teddy sighed.
“A real political circus,” Albus chimed.
“Then give him a minute to rest,” Lily suggested.
***
When the clock hit 7 and the tears finally stopped, they turned to each other, “Now?”
“I guess.”
And the room transformed into chaos.
“Hi, yes Minister -”
“Alright loves -”
“Yes, editor. It’s time to press go on the Harry Potter story.”
In the frenzy all James hoped was that his father had found Draco again.