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James
James Potter stood over his son as he slept peacefully and silently in his little wooden crib. Looking down on Harry's round little face as he breathed rhythmically, James speculated at how beautiful his little son looked tucked up asleep, it seemed impossible that he could love someone so much. His son.
It had never struck James that he would one day become a father. He remembered his days at school causing havoc with Remus and Sirius while Peter followed in their tracks, struggling to keep up. He remembered trying to woo Lily Evans and finally winning her heart, being able to call her his: girlfriend, fiancée, bride and now his wife. He remembered the begging of the war and the start of their struggle and being a rebel against society fighting to protect their world and now his son.
Harry was a blessing. He had given James the extra push he needed. He had given him something worth fighting for! He had a family to protect now, he had his beautiful wife and his only son to keep safe from harm and ensure that they would have many years together to enjoy each other.
James could wait to watch his boy grow up.
