If there is a life fully lived, then it is the life of James Potter.
A True Marauder, one of the biggest pranksters Hogwarts has ever seen...
He always looked beyond the boundaries, proclaiming in second year that 'he was going to marry that Evans girl'.
No one would believe his prediction, since that girl hated his guts. 1,657 failed attempts later, he finally realised that he had to grow up and 'deflate his overlarge head', as she put it
He eventually got her to agree, and they DID get married.
That day was one of James' best days of his life, but not the best, no.
The best day of his life was 31 July, 1980, when, after getting his hand crushed by his wife for over 10 hours, he held his son in his arms for the first time.
Harry James Potter. His son. The world stopped for him in that moment, as he stared into the emerald eyes of the baby, identical to his wife's green orbs.
The Potter were a happy family, and Harry was pampered by his parents and pseudo-uncles.
He never believed any of his friends would ever betray him, no, they were trustable, they would always be by his side.
The day he found out that his little son was Voldemort's target, he felt like screaming, screaming and asking why his little baby, his Harry, had to be chosen...
He trusted Sirius, and he trusted Peter, even though he felt uneasy doing so, he shook it off and trusted Peter, only to be betrayed a week later...
His last thought were of his son,his Harry, his Lily, Sirius, Remus... as his world collapsed into darkness.
He woke up in the afterlife, joined by his wife mere moments later, as they watched their son survive. They cried in anguish and sorrow as their friends suffered, as their child suffered...they saw him go through his nonexistent childhood...his first step into Hogwarts...he watched as his son was subjected to the revenge for his behaviour by Snape...they saw him escape death each year..they saw him as he met Sirius, his anger, his anguish...
They saw him go through the tournament..prove himself again and again...they screamed when he was tortured...tears leaked from James' eyes as he watched his son's grief over the years...as first Sirius, then Dumbledore, and eventually many of his friends, joined them.
He saw his hardships through the war.
He finally apologised and eventually made peace with the man whose life he'd made hell at a time...
He saw his son win the war, saw his Sorrow, his grief...
He saw him find love...
He saw his son get married..
And he saw as Harry held his own son, James Sirius Potter, in his arms for the first time on 27 March 2003, as tears leaked out of his eyes.
As he looked on, Harry kissed his Son's forehead, looked up at the sky, and whispered
Happy Birthday Dad..
Happy Birthday James Potter!
I don't know when James II was born...but for the sake of the story, he was born on the same date as his grandpa.
Hope its nice!
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