My Eyes, Her Eyes
(a/n: this is my first ever Harry Potter Fanfic… ) I hope everyone likes it… Don't forget to review…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters in the book, if I did, things would have ended very differently and the story probably wouldn't sell as much… xD)
"Harry, mate, are you sure about this?"
"Of course I am, Ron!" the man named Harry replied as he gazed intently on the building before them.
"Well, I would be a little weirded out, if I was about to meet a kid I never knew I had." Ron replied to him in an offhand manner.
"Well, we're here now anyway."
"Why do you think she never told you?" Ron asked.
"I don't know… we never really talked much before she left." Harry replied as he tried to straighten out his tie.
"Figures…" Ron muttered.
"Well, it's now or never." And without giving himself time to back down, Harry boldly entered through the glass doors.
"How may I help you?" the receptionist said without looking up.
"Yes, I'm here to pick someone up. The child would be registered under the name Granger." Harry said quickly, wanting the wait to be over soon.
"Ah yes… Room 216, first door on the hall to your left." She replied after running her finger down a log book.
Harry frowned as he waited for her to say something else.
"Excuse me, but don't I need to fill up papers or show identification of some sort?" he asked her bewilderedly.
"No, you seem to fit her description alright. Green eyes, untidy jet black hair around 6'1"…" she said monotonously.
Harry nodded and proceeded to walk down the hall she pointed towards.
"Wait, the lady who dropped him off told me to give this to you." She said hurrying to retrieve something under her desk. She passed him a box, much the size of a shoebox.
"Thanks, erm, did she mention the boy's name before she left?" he said cautiously.
"Yes, Sirius James. An odd name if you ask me." She said turning her back and attending to a couple who had just walked in.
Harry couldn't believe his ears when he heard what she had said.
"Mate, what's wrong?" Ron asked hurrying over from where he had been sitting.
"She named him…"
"What? What's wrong with the kid's name?!" Ron said frantically.
"Nothing! She named him after Sirius and my dad…" Harry said, his voice shaking.
"Oh… you aren't about to breakdown again, are you?" Ron asked him concernedly. "We can do this some other time."
"No, we've got to do it now… he's waited long enough to meet me." Harry said in a final sort of voice.
"Alright, you go on then. I'll be waiting right here. You guys probably need to talk for a few… just signal if you need me." Ron said his fingers forming an "O" to indicate he meant the fake galleons.
Harry nodded as he walked towards the first door to his right. Before he even knocked he found himself staring into the green eyes of a little boy.
"Hi! Come on in." the little boy said brightly, gesturing to the big chair beside a small bed.
Harry quickly sat down on the chair and watched the little boy as he closed the door and turned to look at him, as if trying to read him.
"So," he said in a business-like manner, "Are you my dad?"
Harry found his voice had failed him; it was as if a silencing charm was cast upon him. So instead of saying yes, he nodded and put a welcoming smile on his lips.
"Mum said you would come around this time…" the boy said as he went over and sat in front of Harry. "I'm James by the way, Sirius James. Mum said you probably wouldn't know my name."
"Hello, James." Harry said giving in to the temptation to ruffle James' hair.
James smiled brightly up at him.
"Listen, I know that you don't know me very well yet," emphasizing the word yet, Harry continued as he sat down on the floor facing James. "But you're going to be living with me now, and I hope you can forgive for not being there for you and Mio—your mum."
"It's alright, dad. Mum said she never told you about me." James replied nonchalantly.
Harry felt a great swooping sensation in his stomach, like when he first rode a broomstick, when James said the word 'dad' he couldn't help but to pull James into a big hug. He felt even more elated when James hugged him back.
After a few minutes Harry finally let go and straightened himself up.
"Well, James, I think it's time you pack up your stuff… We'll be leaving soon." Harry said helping James stand up.
"Okay, dad?" James said tentatively.
"Yes, James?"
"Can I show you something I can do?" James said, sounding a little scared.
"Of course you can, son." Harry said bewildered at the tone of his son's voice.
"And you'll still take me home with you?" James said even more nervously now.
"Sirius James," Harry said in a serious tone, "Nothing in this whole world could make me not want to take you home with me."
"Alright, but you promised!" James said.
Suddenly, all the clothes and books flew into an open suitcase and proceeded to pile themselves in an orderly manner.
James looked nervously towards Harry once the suitcase snapped itself shut. Then his look of fear quickly turned into a look of confusion as Harry broke into a grin.
"Son, you've inherited your mother's organizational skills." Harry said as he strode over and opened the suitcase to inspect the neatness of the things inside.
"How come you're not surprised?" James asked.
"Because, I'm your father and Hermione was your mother." Harry said simply taking out his wand.
James eyes opened in wonder and amazement as Harry proceeded to make all James' toys fly into a box that wasn't there before.
"I'll explain on the way home, alright?" Harry said lightly as he picked up the suitcase and made the box disappear when he muttered the word 'Evanesco'.
James nodded meekly as he took the hand his father offered to him.
James watched his dad frown as he scanned the lobby.
"Where has your Uncle Ron gotten to?" he wondered aloud.
"Uncle Ron?! Mum mentioned him, she said the three of you were the best of mates, and he was on the same team as you were. And that you three went to the same school, and you guys had amazing adventures together!" James said, all in one breath.
Harry laughed and said, "You've got your mum's memory too! Well, that suits up nicely since I can't even seem to recall where I was yesterday afternoon."
James smiled somewhat smugly which reminded Harry of his dad.
"Harry! Was just at the loo… aaah, you must be Sirius James or is it James Sirius?" Ron said striding over to them.
"Sirius James," James said shaking Ron's hand and smiling up at him.
"Well, we best be going. Shall we?" Harry said after exchanging a knowing look with Ron.
"But what about my friends?" James said suddenly. "I haven't said goodbye yet!"
"Right-o, son." Harry said smacking his forehead and leading his son by the hand towards a play area near the front part of the lobby.
"Hey guys, I'm going now." James said in a shaky voice.
The two girls and the single boy looked up with shock written all over their faces. A split second later, they had all tangled themselves up in an enormous hug.
"Take care of yourself!" said a girl who had pale blond hair with red streaks.
"Don't forget about us ok?" said the boy, as he punched James' arm.
"Promise to write to us, and call?" said the second girl, she had brown hair and big blue eyes that were filled with tears.
"I will, you guys are my best friends forever!" he said wiping away the tears that formed in his eyes.
"James, it's time to go…" Harry said, hating himself for breaking up their little moment.
"Alright, dad. Bye guys, I'll miss you!" James said waving to his friends before finally walking out into the sunshine with his new dad.