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1_who_lived (1_who_lived) wrote in timerift_log,

He knew he shouldn't be scared. This was his father. This was a dream come true for the boy who had never known the love of his parents beyond infancy. If he had been offered one wish since defeating Voldemort, it would be to have this chance- a chance to talk to his father again. To hug him and ask him all sorts of questions. But now that it was there, why was Harry so stiff?

When James touched him, he tensed, but then...the comment. And he couldn't help but smile and laugh awkwardly. "I...don't hear that a lot." It was true. Harry wasn't exactly tall or brawny- not like other young men his age. Most people who met him might remark they thought the hero of the Wizarding World might be taller. So there was some irony there.

"Ye. Tea would be nice, thank you." He looked down finally then moved to help put it together, grabbing his own mug and glancing gat James.

"So um...what have they told you so far about all of this?" Harry was fishing. How much did James know about his future? How much could Harry tell him? Surely, it would be almost impossible to keep a secret. Harry's story wasn't exactly a hidden to the rest of the world.