A/N: ok got another review and I have spare time so I'm just going to continue to write. So I'm having a debate with myself trying to figure out Harry's future love and best female friend. I'm between Hermione and Luna. So Review and post your opinion. More review more updates. That sounds like a good deal right?

P.S: Do you have any idea why a raven is like a writing desk? I still wonder lol

Summery; Dumbledore and Lily a tad greedy but daddy James Loves little Harry and that's that. Any more info read the chapters

Chapter 3

James walked to the nursery where his children currently slept. He and Lily put them to bed after Dumbledore left. As it was late, his Lily flower was asleep in their room. He couldn't sleep for the life of him. So he went to check on his beloved children for when morning came life would change forever.

On the left was Mathew Sirius Potter his eldest sleeping in a dark red cot. He was going to be raised to be the savior of Wizarding Britain. The thought scared him. His son was to grow up and fight. A destiny set in stone. He would have quite a burden. But as Albus said it was for the greater good. Plus Albus reassured them that he would get the best training to assure his survival. That slightly made him feel better. He peered into his cot and saw him in a sprawled out position with drool seeping out of his small mouth. He then went to the next cot where Rosy Marie Potter slept. His little girl. He could hear her soft breath and see her eyes softly fluttering in her sleep. She too would have a hard life. She would be the sister of the Boy Who Lived. The savior off all Wizarding kind. He knew it would be hard on her but if she was anything like his Lily then she would do fine. She would be ok, he would make sure of it.

James then walked to the furthest right cot and saw his Little Harry. He looked at him sadly. His little boy would be gone soon. He wouldn't get to hear his first word or see his first steps. These thoughts nearly made him shed tears but his heart throbbed in silent pain. That was unavoidable. His little boy was to grow up with muggles without him. Never knowing of the wonders of their world. It saddened him greatly.

He watched as his chest rose and fell with breath of sleep. His pale colored cheeks looked soft. His face was slightly more narrow then his elder brother due to size difference. Mathew was chubby the picture of health. Harry however in his state of peaceful sleep looked almost angelic. His black tuffs of messy hair contrasted well with his skin. He almost glowed in his opinion. He knelt beside his little boy's cot and continued to watch him. James thought of the evenings events as he watched Harry.

It was decided that Lily and James didn't want Harry adopted by strangers. So It was decided by Lily and Dumbledore that Harry would go to Lily's sister Petunia. Petunia was married to Vernon Dursley and they had a son around their own children's age. His name was Dudley. At first James wasn't sure about these particular people. They were very outspoken on their hate for magic. But his Lily assured him that since Harry had no magic and was their blood they wouldn't show any dislike in fact she bet her sister would love him. So he reluctantly agreed. Tomorrow Dumbledore would take his little boy away. He would be coming around 8 he said. He had 5 hours left to memorise every detail of his little boy, his little Harry. Giving up his child was the hardest thing he had ever done.

When the triplets were born he imagined them running around the house hearing the pitter patter of six little feet. The birthdays and laughter's to come. He imagined teaching his children much to Lilly's disapproval the art of pranking. He was sure Padfoot and Moony wold help with that task. He pictured teaching his children how to fly and how to play Quidditch. But this was not to be, the family would be split up and his children trained for war. But it was for the best. This was the mantra that James continuously repeated in his head.

He heard a whimper, his Harry was awake. He smiled and picked up his little boy, he had three hours left. He had spent two hours watching his boy in deep thought. He picked up his youngest and smallest son and walked out of the room. He walked into the kitchen and prepared a bottle. His son was bound to be hungry after all he was asleep all this time. He fed his little boy and watched as he fed. He smiled; he was so small and innocent. He burped him afterwards and sat down in a chair and began to watch him. Harry looked at him with a curious gaze. His green eyes sparkling as he contently babbled nonsense. He coughed a couple times but they were light coughs, but it still worried James. For the next hour he played and talked to his son. He grew sad when he thought this would be the last time he would do so. He closed his eyes to stop the tears.

"Dada?"

James head shot up did he hear right? Did his boy call him, he listened and looked at his little boy carefully but he babbled nonsense again. After a few minutes he began to fall asleep in his arms. James smiled, he heard his first word, and he would always remember. The first person his baby boy ever called was him. This was a memory he would always have. His son was asleep but he continued to hold him. He held him close he had to after all he would be gone soon. It was seven thirty Albus would be here soon. His boy would be gone soon and he couldn't help it anymore he wept. He wept for all the times he was going to miss with his boy. He wept for all the laughs and happy memories he wouldn't be apart of.

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Lily woke, she set a tempus alarm charm set for seven thirty. James wasn't in bed. She walked into the nursery across the hall and saw only two cots occupied. Harry wasn't in bed like his siblings. She walked into the sitting room and saw James he was holding Harry close to his chest with tears sliding down his face.

"it's for the best James."

James turned around and saw his Lily. "I know" he whispered. It was for the best the greater good but that didn't mean he had to like it. It wasn't fair but life never was. He began to rock back and forth as Harry stirred slightly but he remained asleep.

Lily looked at James. She understood he was going to miss Harry but Mathew was so important now. He was going to go through hell and back when he was older. In her opinion Harry was going to spend his life safe and sound so it should be Mathew in James arms not Harry. Oh well Harry would be gone and they could spend as much time and attention on Mathew and Rosy as they pleased. She knew this sounded bad but Harry didn't belong to her anymore so he wasn't her priority anymore.

The room was quite until a pop was heard. James let out a breath and stood up and left the room he returned after a few moments with Harry dressed in his warmest clothes. After all it was early morning in November, it was chilly. Albus let himself in and stood still before saying he let owls deliver the news of Mathew and his recent accomplishment. The world would know of Voldemort's demise by ten. James gave Harry one last hug and kiss before Lily took his little boy and handed him over to Dumbledore. They nodded to the old man and he left with a distinct pop.

The only thing James knew was his little boy was gone.

A/N I know sad and fluffy