A/N: Hey out there to my fellow Harry Potter Nerds! This is my first ever fanfic so I may not be the best in the world! I love the stories where James and Lily watch Harry and trust me, this one is a bit depressing but you just wait….Its James Potter after all! Any way I hope everyone likes it!
P.S. My name does not start with a J and end with a K Rowling! Which translates to "I don't own anything"
James potter was sick. He was sick of watching and not being able to do a thing. That one night changed so many lives. Lives of the people he loved…well mostly. If only he had been stronger, been quicker, or smarter, none of this may have happened. He watched Remus sink slowly into depression and poverty. Poor Moony was left with all his friends gone at once and on top of all that, he couldn't work because of his…"problem." When James first arrived here and realized what had happened, he hoped Sirius would help him out. At least make sure he always had something to eat and perhaps a place to sleep. Sirius would have, but James was being too optimistic, he forgot about their mistake. It didn't seem like that big of a thing at the time, keeping that secret. If they had only told someone, Dumbledore, maybe Sirius wouldn't be in prison now and that rat would be. Why didn't they tell Dumbledore? Now all James could do was watch as his two best friends suffered. In hindsight, it really should have been more obvious who Peter was really working for. Come on…they should have thought twice before entrusting a dirty little rat with their lives! Now his only son, his pride and joy, will never know the people who have loved him as their own since the day he was born. Thinking of Harry brings a pang to his chest that has existed ever since that wretched man just waltzed into his home. Lily had been so sure that Petunia would do the right thing, that she would love him like her own. Lily was heartbroken by what she really saw.
"My own sister! What the HELL does she think she is doing to my baby? How could she do this to me, doesn't she care at all?" Lilly cries over and over.
I don't know how to reassure her that things will get better, I can't. I want to but I know in my heart that Harry is in for a hard life. I watch my son grow and he is treated no better than a house-elf. These muggles sicken me. They are practically death eaters in my book. I watch him clean and cook and work his fingers to the bone, and then go off to sleep in that…that cupboard. My son, some call him the boy who lived, a hero even, gets a cot in a cupboard while that whale of a kid they have gets two bedrooms.
Harry begins to ask questions about us. It warms my heart to see how much he looks like me. But those people, and I use the word "people" loosely, tell him that we are worthless drunks who died in a car accident. A car accident! Who would waste time with cars when you have the floo network? I watch them break his heart and Lily's and mine breaks at the same time. What was Dumbledore thinking, leaving my poor son with them? I don't know who I want to hurt first, him or those muggles!
I now spend my time just waiting for him to turn eleven. Maybe, once he is at Hogwarts, he will have a proper life. Friends, food, a warm bed….is that too much to ask? Those muggles haven't told him a thing about who he really is. I can't wait until he finds out who he is. I'm sick of this. Sick of Lily being heartbroken every time she looks down at our son. Sick of Harry being so unhappy. I'm sick of being dead and not being able to help anyone.