It was just Harry's luck that once weeks had passed and they were able to be intimate, someone had hexed her memory of him away. Harry was starving and as she moved close to pass their son over, Harry's eyes lingered on her neck.
He blink, shaking the haze out of his eyes as he accepted James. "I bet time'll fly right by and we'll be able to put you on a broom before we know it," he said. James just smiled at him and batted his hands in Harry's face.