Harry was silent as his mother sat down on his other side and opened the first album. He was embarrassed to have to look at his own baby pictures, he hated pictures of himself, but it was also nice. Sitting in between his parents, something he never thought would happen in a million years. It almost felt like they were a real family, reliving their shared memories. Only he knew that wasn't the case, he knew that James had missed out on so much.
There was no mistaking from his father's reactions, the tears that filled his eyes, that his father would have loved him and cared for him. He could see the regret in those eyes as James looked down at the picture of Lily and Harry as a newborn, he could almost see the alternate image in his father's eyes, the wistfulness and sadness at the lost opportunity. He couldn't help but feel bad for him, and feel a bit of resentment towards Lily for keeping them apart. He simply leaned against James a bit, trying to let him know that he hadn't missed everything, that there was still the future.