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WHO: James & Baby Harry
WHEN: Sometime in May, 1981
WHERE: Potter residence, Godric's Hollow
SUMMARY: James spends some time with his son, spoiler alert: it's cute
STATUS: Complete/Closed


The rain and wind April had brought was finally ceased, and on this day in May Godric's Hollow looked pretty as a picture. Looking out of the window, James looked across the way to the cemetery, where flowers of all colours and shapes lay adorned on graves - his own parents among them. It had been almost seven months since their passing, and James still missed them horribly - it seemed so ironic that he spent his entire youth ignoring their advice, and now he was a father himself, needed it more than ever.

A raspy cough sounded from behind him, and he turned to smile at his son. Lily was out for the afternoon at her photography class, and so the boys were home alone. Jiggling slightly with each cough that followed, Harry gurgled and dribbled down his little baby t-shirt, thing. James had already tied a 'bib' around his neck for such an occasion, some muggle baby device that was apparently only for dinner times, but James couldn't quite comprehend why such a useful dribble catcher wasn't in play at all times.

Harry's eyes lit up as he saw his Father look his way, and James melted. When Lily had told James she was pregnant he tried to imagine what a child that was part him, part her, would look like - but never in his wildest imagination did he picture just how perfect he would be. Harry was James all over, something he liked to tease his wife about, the fact that he got the biggest share - but the eyes, the eyes were Lily's. There they were now, emerald green, almond shaped, and rather mischievous looking even if James did say so himself.

"Hello little man," James grinned, leaning forward to tickle Harry under the chin. Harry squealed in delight, and then coughed a bit more, causing the bouncy chair wotsit to bounce with him, and he started to cry. There was something about Harry crying that tore James apart, mostly it was just annoying, but there was a sense of helplessness, and it always seemed that Lily knew what to do. James hated it when she was gone.

"Nono!," James pleaded, "no crying!," he said, backing away slightly and looking around desperately for something to entertain Harry with. Spotting his mouth plug on the side in the kitchen, James started to jog for it, and consequently smacked the top of his head on the old wooden beam there. "BLOODY FUCK!," James swore without thinking, his hands flying to the sore patch on his head, which was fast becoming a bump. His eyes went wide immediately, and realising he was safe from a imminent berating from his wife about swearing in front of the baby, James sighed a bit in relief.

Behind him, Harry started squealing with laughter, again. Narrowing his eyes slightly, James eyed the child. "Ohhh, I see how it is," he started, "you think that's funny, do you?". Harry froze, studying his Father's reaction, and then started to giggle again, followed by a few coughs. Rubbing his head, James couldn't help but laugh.

"You're your father's son, you are"