"James? Where are you?" Ginny called out.

"Ummm. The yard..." James lied as for he was standing in front of his father's secret vault.

"Okay. I'll check on you after lunch is prepared." Ginny yelled towards the garden fence.

James made no reply, he knew that within a few minutes, he would have to be in the yard. He ran down the hall, jumped down a few steps and ran outside pretending to admire his father's Firebolt. Now that he thought about it, the Firebolt was amazing, it was just as fast as his broom! Then Ginny came out holding out some snacks.

"You hungry?" Ginny asked smiling, "So, how's your father like towards you now?"

James hesitated and answered, "...He talks to me but not a lot."

"I see, don't worry, I'll talk to him..." Ginny said reassuringly. Even then, James knew that his father would still be uneasy. James nodded to Ginny. Smiling, Ginny left.

If dad is already mad at me, who cares if he gets even more mad, James thought. He raced back to his father room and found the vault not sitting on the bed anymore. he was dying to know what was inside, he looked drawer to drawer. He saw a few ugly looking socks; the strings were all loose and it was close to being fallen apart. He took them forgetting about the vault, and used the socks to make sock puppets, later using them to entertain his family.

Hours Later~

"Welcome home, dad!" Albus cried.

"Hi dad." I nodded.

"Hey buddies." Harry said in his usual tired voice, "Caught two Deatheaters today."

"Oh my, rough day." Ginny said, "Well, it's dinner time."

"Hey daddy, I'm going to do a puppet show today for you all." James explained excitedly.

Harry was grateful, but he was still mad at his son, and nodded.

James got out his puppets and placed them on the table amd continued to eat, Harry however stared at it in shocked. James thought he liked them and said, "Home-made!"

"Where did you get the socks?" Harry asked thinking he was mistakened, James would never go into his room.

"Umm...Your room." James replied honestly. Your room...your room...those words hit Harry like never before. Ginny didn't know about the socks Dobby made. Harry grabbed them and stared blankly at them.

"Harry, it's only socks." Ginny said.

Ron and Hermione apparated in and Ron said, "We late for dinner?" His eyes full of hunger, but it stopped when he saw Harry and the socks.

"Harry! Are those...? Why you ruin it?! Dobby worked hard on it." Ron yelled frowning. Hermione, of course, understood and hexed Ron. "What the! What was that for?" Ron said angryly. Everybody ignored that however.

"Did you say, Dobby's socks?" Ginny asked shocked.

"Yes Ginny, Dobby gave it to Harry for Christmas." Hermione explained.

"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER. HOW DAR YOU TAKE YOUR FATHER'S BELONGINGS?" Ginny shouted like never before.

"Who's Dobby?" James asked.

"A house elf that saved your father's life and died doing so." Ron replied in his nicest voice. While Harry was still sitting there staring blankly at the socks.

"Oh, house elf, who cares?" James said laughing.

"I care..." Hermione said quietly, "He saved more than one live..." Hermione afterall, created SPEW.

"House elves are supposed to do that!" James exclaimed.

"STFU JAMES." Albus surprisingly said.

"What?! I'm older than you!" James yelled shocked.

"Yeah but more stupid." Albus Severus Potter said.

"Hmph..." was the last thing everybody heard from him that night.

Harry however was still in shock, every day of that week, he didn't move, still holding the socks, he didn't eat or sleep.

James however felt like nothing was wrong.