In every normal situation, Harry would want to be fair and just and make sure his son got every bit of experience as the others. Now? Not a chance, and James could be as angry as he wanted about that. He'd rather have his son angry and alive than treated fairly and dead.
"Actually as your boss, I can tell you exactly what you're allowed to do or, in this case, not allowed to do," he said plainly. "You asked for werewolf unit, you've got it. Voldemort is not a werewolf and therefore he's not your responsibility. If you see him, I expect you to get back up, throw a tracker spell on him if you can without him spotting you but Apparate back here immediately and report it."
"Voldemort will kill, and yes Aurors are going to die going up against him, and when that happen I will feel awful to have sent them to their deaths, but they won't be you because that I couldn't survive. I don't even give a damn if that makes you angry. You're my son, and I can't overlook that. Hate me all you want but do it while alive because I won't function if you die."