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.
