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"You are so like you're grandfather, his mind always somewhere else. Especially during classes, daydreaming, sleeping or horsing around with Sirius." Lily added.
He just laughed, but his happiness was too vast to be expressed in mere laughter. He was with those he loved most. He was his in dreams, in his own paradise.
"But I had 12 owls, and that's why I was made Head Boy, remember?" James reminded with a smirk.
"That's such a mystery, don't you think, James?" Lily turned to him, rolling her lovely green eyes, grinning at him. He grinned back. He loved her smile.
"No it's not, I was obviously brilliant." His grandfather retorted incredulously.
"I was talking to my grandson, you dog."
James laughed. Their bickering was amusing. No doubt about that. James and Lily could have a reality TV show with millions of satisfied viewers. The comical man and the all-business woman, nonetheless, the perfect couple. But to him, the perfect grandparents…or even the perfect parents.
"I know, Grandmum, isn't that mystifying? The ever abysmal James Potter actually earning 12 owls?" he replied, grinning at his grandfather, who faked a pout.
"Childish, really." Lily cut in.
"But extremely cute."
"You're still so naïve, hence your appearance, you're supposed to be 69, Potter."
"Really? Time flies so fast, doesn't it? Look at the bright side of dying, you don't need to see yourself as an old bat!"
"Potter!"
"Evans-Potter!" James replied with a sheepish smile. Lily closed her eyes in half amusement and half-exasperation.
"Never mind. See what I have to deal with, James? Even death couldn't fix him, still loopy as ever."
"An oversized baby."
"Hey…"
He chuckled again.
"I know, I married a child."
"A very charming and intelligent child that is."
Lily ignored James and stared at her grandson "So tell me, James, how's school?"
"I got detention tonight…" he started, avoiding Lily's stare.
"Really? That's grea-" James stopped considering Lily was glaring knives at him. "I mean, James Sirius Potter, that was very wrong of you."
"What crime have you grievously committed this time?" Lily sighed, beseeching his grandfather more than him.
"Well, there's this girl and-"
"Aha! Remember the trouble we used to put ourselves into?" James interrupted with a silly smile.
"You mean the troubles you put us into…" Lily corrected. "Don't mind you grandfather…"
"I sort of told her that she needs tutoring in Transfiguration…"
"Alas, you have become your grandfather…"
"Women respond to flattery, son, not insults. You have to woo them not bash their very delicate egos. Defy the rule and die a painful death." said James, ignoring Lily's remark.
"That's rich coming from you. Remember the first time you asked me? 'Oi, Evans! You really need help with your abysmal performance in Transfiguration, say I tutor you?'." Lily imitated lowering her voice, along with imitating James' swagger.
"By which you replied with a slap and you had to escort me to the Hospital Wing. It was a pretty effective tactic…" reminded James. Lily snorted.
"But I wasn't asking her out! I was just simply being a gentleman and offering Flynn help! By which she replied with blowing my head up."
"I should've done that instead!"
"But you've got to admit, that was pretty funny…"
"Oh sure…"
"So, how's your relationship with your father?" Lily asked, staring at James intently and he noticed James (old) look at him with interest too. They always had a special interest for Harry. It's a pity he hasn't much to tell them concerning his father. He barely spoke to him. Not to mention the cold distance which existed between them.
"Fine, I guess…" he replied gloomily, avoiding their gaze.
Both sighed.
"What about your mother, and Al and Lily?" James added, his voice struggling to be unconcerned about his distance with his family.
"Pretty much fine…" he croaked. He knew the questions would come anyway, so why bother?
There was an awkward silence, the discomfort present was crushing him until Lily finally decided to break the silence.
"It's time now, James, the sun's rising. See you again tomorrow night and always remember to study hard and do well. We love you." said Lily hugging him again.
It was a pity at had to end at such a bad note.
"Goodbye, son. Try not to get into trouble with Ms. Flynn or get in trouble at all." added James, with a wink.
He laughed and winked back while Lily eyed them suspiciously.
"Just say sorry…courting or not…alright?" James whispered to his ear and he hesitantly agreed.
He didn't want to, at all. But he HAD to. Why should girls be such sensitive creatures?
His surroundings dissolved, along with the smiling faces of Lily and James, as his face was hit by the first rays of the morning sun.
He struggled to open his eyes in the sunlight yet his mind was clear and alert. Here he was awake again, in the land of the living, a life of longing for the notice of his father. He clenched his fists, looked away, as he was close to wishing that James was his father instead.
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A/N: Sorry, this chapter was really disappointing but thanks a lot to those who reviewed. I appreciated them. I was thinking of putting an "Al Moment" to explore Al's point of view. Oh and btw, James is 17.
Please review. I know this chapter wasn't very good but please review. :))
