InsaneJournal

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.