Disclaimer: Nope…I don't own Harry Potter

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James Sirius Potter knew that his dad was famous. It was quite obvious really what with the many stares. The singular problem pertaining to this was that James really had no idea why people would whisper in huddled groups as his family walked by.

It wasn't just his dad either. It was his Uncle Ron, Aunt Hermione, Uncle George, Grandma and Grandpa Weasley and the rest of his large number of relatives. Not one was left out of this circle of fame.

James was curious, yes, but not extremely so. Therefore the one time James had asked his father about it, he accepted the answer wholeheartedly and moved on with his life. Even if they answer had been,

"Well, I have been known to be REALLY good at waffles, Jamesie. Would you like me to make you some now?"

4-year-old James realized his dad WAS really good at making yummy waffles, but for some reason, he didn't really believe that was the reason for his dad's popularity.

It wasn't like he spent his day at some corner of Diagon Alley passing out waffles…or did he? It didn't matter to James though; he'd rather focus on his muggle Legos that Aunt Hermione bought him.

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"Daddy, do I have a grandma and grandpa?" James asked in a hushed voice one October night while he was getting tucked in.

"Of course James! You have your Grandma and Grandpa Weasley and they love you very much" Harry replied, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"I know that dad, they tell me that every time I see them!" James said with a giggle, "But I mean do I have any OTHER grandparents, Victorie does! Her other grandma and grandpa are really super nice too!"

Harry sighed, contemplating the best thing to say. Short and simple would be the way to avoid the details.

"No James, you don't have any other grandparents."

"Why not?" James said with a confused look.

"Well, they died…when I was a baby. They were trying to protect me from a very bad wizard."

James' eyes became shiny with tears and his lip quivered. Ah, the innocence of a four year old. This exact thing had happened when Teddy questioned Harry's parents. Teddy was soon comforted by the fact that they could help each other because they both had the same problem.

"I'm s-s-sorry daddy!" James stuttered. He couldn't imagine not having a mummy or daddy. James suddenly came to a realization…a rather intellectual one at that. It would make any parent smile and get all fuzzy inside.

"Daddy?" he timidly asked, "That's why everyone knows who you are isn't it? You didn't have a mummy and daddy but you still are the best!"

Harry gave a small smile, "Something like that James…but guess what?" he said, trying to change the subject.

"What?" James asked, once again smiling.

"You were named after my daddy did you know that? His name was James too and he had messy hair just like yours and mine! His best friend Sirius."

"Just like my middle name!" James squealed, quickly forgetting their previously sad conversation.

"Yes, just like your middle name. He was my godfather, you know." Harry said tickling his son's stomach. James laughed.

"Just like you and Teddy?"

"Yep, just like me and Teddy."

James smiled, content with the easy answers. He was really glad that his daddy had a bunch of friends and lots and lots and lots of nieces and nephews to make him feel better.

'Well, now he has me too!' he thought to himself as his father left the room. Yes, James promised himself that he'd be there for his dad and eat plenty of his waffles.

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