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James Potter (_weaponofchoice) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-08-12 23:25:00

Entry tags:

ch: thg: harry potter, ch: thg: james potter, p: mish, p: rachael

Who: Harry and James Potter^thg
What: James is meeting his son for the first time
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Harry’s unit in Gamma
Warnings: Low? Father/son time.

James gently shut his journal and slid it across the coffee table before steepling his fingers together. He placed them against his lips as his mind raced in every direction, a stark contrast to the almost deathly still to his posture.

After a moment he pushed off the couch, frustrated, and started making his way through the compound to Gamma block. Naturally, James had wondered what had happened in his life back home once he had arrived at the compound. Most of the other versions of himself had a son, but he had never entertained the possibility that he too would have a Harry. The Healy Games made having children was dangerous in his world, doubly so for the victors. The chances of the child and grandchild of victors entering the arena, however, were overwhelming - their ticket into the arena was punched at birth – and James had wrongly assumed that he hadn’t fathered children. He wouldn’t wish what he had gone through on anyone, let alone his own flesh and blood.

He paused in front of Harry’s room, his blue eyes fixated on the plaque with his son’s name on it. He was real. He was a father. He wavered for a bit, trying to debate on what to say to the son he didn’t know, before raising his fist to the door and knocking.

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_weaponofchoice
2012-08-13 04:11 am UTC (link)

James braced himself when he heard foosteps approaching on the other side of the door. Despite the assurances from others that he was safe here, out of Healy's grasp, there were still moments when he felt like the man was still pulling the strings. This was one of those moments. He knew Healy wasn't here, yet his body automatically started reacting to the possibility that he was. His back straightened, his pulse picked up, his face carefully smoothed over.

When the door swung open James found himself face to face with his son. He could see the woman he was destined to marry in the boy in front of him, particularly in the eyes that were performing their own inspection of him. There was no doubt that this was his son; the mix of himself and Lily was too strong to deny. He gave Harry a small, lopsided smile.

"Hello, Harry," he said, a hand lifting in greeting. He nodded and followed him inside, his eyes making a quick sweep of the room. He had been in Gamma block before he stopped in the middle of the room. "Gamma's a good block to be in; you'll like it here. Lots of familiar faces for you."

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justcallmeharry
2012-08-13 04:19 am UTC (link)

Harry wanted to hug his dad but he knew that his dad was just as shocked as he was, if not more so. Harry didn't exist in his world, not yet anyway, and his dad had to have some time to deal with it. Harry was only slightly more comfortable because he'd known his dad his whole life. For James, Harry knew this was the first time he set eyes on his son and he was already all grown up.

"It's really good to see you." He said after he closed the door, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stood a bit awkwardly. "You're younger but it's still nice to see a familiar face - well, one from where we're from at least."

He bit his lip as he tried to think of other things to say but all that came out was, "It's very red here."

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_weaponofchoice
2012-08-13 08:31 pm UTC (link)

Harry's admission that his face was still familiar were welcome; they let him know that he was still alive in his son's time. He had heard too many stories where he had died young in the other words, leaving Harry behind to fend for himself. However, knowing he was still alive was also a curse; it meant that he had been a pawn for Healy for the past twenty plus years.

He swallowed the mounting despair at the thought of his long tenure - hardly unsurprising in actuality - and refocused on what Harry was saying. "It's," he broke off, searching for the right word. Was he happy? Surprised? Resigned? How did he truly feel? "Really great to see you." And he was. It gave him a bit of hope that at least things between he and Lily had worked out back home and had raised a son who would survive.

He glanced around the block and nodded, agreeing with his son. "Each block is different. There's a punching bag in the corner of my room," he said, nodding towards the far end of the room, "and it smells like pumpkin spice all the time. Not all together too surprising for a block named after a luxurious dessert."

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justcallmeharry
2012-08-14 03:10 am UTC (link)

It was weird and Harry suspected it would be weird for a long while before he could get used to the fact that his father was younger than he was. "It must be odd for you, having a son and all..." He trailed off, not quite knowing how to finish that sentence.

Harry followed his dad's gaze around his room before turning back to him. "Which block are you in?" He asked, wondering if maybe he was repeating the question. He had asked a few others the same question and had already forgotten them in the short time he had been there.

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