The very last thought James Potter ever had was love.
He loved them.
His wife, his son.
His best friends.
Everyone.
He had never known how much he had loved.
Loved and lost.
He wished, in that last moment, that he had more time, now that he knew.
More time to apologize
More time to say,
Those words he owed so many.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
I forgive you.
But there was no more time.
He was gone.
He was with his wife,
Lily was there.
Much as he loved her,
He didn't want her there.
He wanted her to be with their son.
Their son that was all alone.
But, he vowed.
He would watch over him.
Whether he himself was dead or alive,
He would watch over him.
That day that Harry had gone to die,
That very last time,
When he had seen his son
His heart was full to bursting.
He was so proud,
So incredibly proud
Of his son.
He stood there.
Having faced so much in his short life.
Death.
Destruction.
Hate.
But also love.
His son.
Was a man.
His son was his son.
And he could never have dreamed of anyone better.
His son had faced so much.
So many odds stacked against him.
But he pulled through.
And James Potter was so proud of him.
If he could have, he would have been crying,
Tears of happiness,
Tears of sadness.
He loved his son.
The one, the only.
The brave.
The true Gryffindor.
Lily Evans and James Potter's son.
Harry.
Harry Potter.
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Oof, the ending was a bit choppy...but I cried while writing this...I was just so incredibly sad for James and Lily, having lost Harry...and I felt that James's thoughts should be put down...cuz, so many have Lily's thoughts, but James's must have been so different, yet so the same...
Anyway, enough of my rambling, please review!!
Fanta-Faerie
