Constant Vigilance

by l'Amie de l'ABC

"Dad, why do you always look around like you're going to be attacked?" "A good man once said Constant Vigilance." I realized I didn't have any James Sirius/Harry father son moments, so I wrote one on the topic of a certain grisly warrior.

Nope. Don't own it.

"Daddy," a young James Sirius Potter tugged on his father's hand while they walked through Muggle London.

The day was dreary, and few people were out and about, but still his dad looked through the streets; almost as though he were expecting to be attacked.

"Yes James?" Harry said as he and his son continued down the road, still looking in dark alleys and corners.

"If the bad man is gone, why do you look around so much? Like somebody's gonna hurt us?" the little boy asked, searching the shadows for something peculiar.

Instantly a face was brought to the front of Harry's mind. An electric blue eye, spinning wildly in a socket. A twisted smile, mangled by a scar. A nose with a chunk taken out of it.

"Because James, a good friend and fantastic man once told me "Constant vigilance.""

"Constant vigilance," James muttered to himself and nodded, satisfied with his father's answer.

"Constant vigilance," Harry said, continuing down the street with his son.