Harry got up early to go practice Quidditch before the rest of the team arrived. James, who had been appointed coach, was already there, making sure the area was ready. He wondered if he should get that X-man Storm to get rid of the clouds in the sky. 'Anything for my son,' he thought.

He was so proud that Harry had arrived early, and was also proud that his son also had found a red-headed girlfriend. He wanted to show his son how proud he was, but, being practically a teenager himself, he didn't know how to appropriately express his feelings. Instead, he pushed off on his broom into the air, and shouted down, "Come and get me, Tiger."

Harry blinked a few times in confusion, but did as he was told. After all, he was the youngest seeker in years. As he flew up into the sky, he wondered what was going on. After all, Harry was a seeker, not a chaser. The chase was brief; Harry quickly caught up to his father, and James was impressed.

"You know, Harry," James said after they landed. "I never pegged you as the Seeker type. Always thought you'd be more of a Beater. Anyway, are you ready for my balls?" he asked as he opened the box to release them.

Harry realized that those were not the balls belonging to James that he had been hoping for. As he wistfully watched the little winged ball fly into the air, he knew that wasn't the golden snitch he was seeking.