Title: Parental Questioning
Author: CC
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Summary: The questions a father has to ask.
Dedication: This one is for my Tiger, love ya vanima elen.
Disclaimer: I am not JK (surprise surprise) I do not have her permission to write this, but I intend no harm or monetary infrigement.

"James, could you come in here?" Richard Potter calls as James and Sirius pass his study door.
"Can it wait a minute?" James asks, "Mum's expecting this," He displays the bag of groceries in his arms.
"Don't keep her waiting, but do come right back," Richard relents. He takes a deep steadying breath and tries to calm his turbulent thoughts. Shuffling papers on his desk and determinedly not looking at the object over which he's so tense. After what feels like a veritable eternity but is most likely only a minute or two James returns.
"What can I do for you on this fine day Dad?" James asks with a rakish grin.
"Shut the door please James," Richard does his best to keep an even tone.
James does, but his expression is puzzled, "Have I done something?"
"No, at least not the way you mean it," Richard finally manages to look his son in the eye. "First off I want you to know I was not spying. I was walking past the old bench swing that no one uses in the back yard and I noticed these on the ground," He pushes the magazines across the desk toward his son.
James jaw drops and his eyes go wide. After more than a minute he recovers enough to say, "Those aren't mine."
"You don't have to lie to me James."
"If you had My wank mags I'd fess up Dad, those aren't mine. I'm not into… that."
"You don't have to be embarrassed James, it's perfectly natural to be a little curious."
"While I'm glad that you're accepting of the possibility I can assure you that those are not mine. I have kissed boys a time or two in games of spin the bottle but that's the long and the short of it. I like girls, one in particular, as a matter of fact." James bites his lip here.
Richard takes a deep breath, "What of Sirius?"
"I honestly don't know," James answers evenly, "but with evidence like That, I'm beginning to think so. I'll talk to him."
"If they are his I'll need to have a chat with him," Richard says wearily.
"I'll be sure to pass that message along, but it might be a day or two, I can't just out with it, you know? Bit of a delicate situation."
"I know what you mean son, I can promise you that," Richard assures him and shuffles the object of the discussion into a drawer.