November 25, 1994

The bright morning sun slowly drifted through the window and across the floor for over an hour before Sirius began to stir. He was first aware of a sharp pain in his neck from sleeping in an upright position before he felt the weight on his chest. He smiled down at his son's sleeping form, curled up and leaned into him, as he ran gentle fingers through his messy hair.

Though waves of sadness often overcame him when he thought of all the years of Harry's life he had missed, right now he felt some contentment in the fact that the sleeping form curled up in front of him was still just a child.

A child that had to fight dragons, but a child nonetheless.

Yes, Harry was a growing teenager that was quickly catching up to his father's height, ate what seemed like the weight of a blast-ended skrewt each day, was occasionally moody and cheeky, and now apparently came home drunk, but lying there asleep on his father's chest, he was the picture of a trusting, carefree, and affectionate child.

Unfortunately, the longer he watched his son, the more his neck really did hurt, and Sirius was just beginning to think that it may be worth waking the boy so he could get a pain potion when Harry's emerald eyes began to blink on their own.

"Good morning, Pup."

"Morning," Harry said sheepishly, pretending to be embarrassed by the childish act of sleeping on his father's chest even though, in all honesty, he cherished the affection and closeness. He sat up and looked at Sirius. "How long have you been watching me sleep?"

Sirius chuckled. "Only about fifteen minutes."

"That's weird, Sirius," Harry teased as he stretched his back. "What time is it?"

"8:45"

Harry's eyes went wide. "I have Transfigurations in fifteen minutes. I've got to get ready." He jumped up and turned towards his bedroom, but Sirius grabbed his wrist.

"Wait! Wait, Pup." At Harry's curious look he explained. "If you want to go, that's fine, but you don't have to go to class today, Harry. I'll help you make up whatever you miss," Sirius explained. "I think it's more important that you get some rest today. It's been a long few weeks."

Harry stared at Sirius, blinking suspiciously. "Are you sure this isn't just your plan to keep me from getting all O's so you don't have to train me to be an animagus or teach me to fly your motorcycle?"

Sirius barked out a laugh. "Not at all, kid. I just think you need a break."

Harry nodded and sat back down. "Ok. A break is nice."

Sirius ruffled Harry's hair. "How about some breakfast?"

Harry tried to move away from Sirius's hand, playfully swatting it away. "Sounds brilliant. I'm starving."

Sirius motioned him towards the kitchen. "Come on. The house elves are busy enough. I'll make pancakes."

Harry stood and followed him. "With chocolate chips?"

"With double chocolate chips if you'd like," Sirius answered joyfully, wagging his eyebrows.

Harry smiled. He pushed himself up to sit on the counter and watched Sirius begin to prepare the meal. "Need any help?"

Sirius stopped pouring pancake mix and looked at him. "Do you want to help?"

Harry scrunched up his face as he thought, causing Sirius to turn away to hide his smirk. He figured his teenage, dragon-fighting son wouldn't appreciate being reminded of just how "cute" he was when he made that face.

"No, not really," Harry answered.

"Then no, I don't need any help. You know I don't expect you to help prepare our meals."

Harry shrugged. "I don't mind it, really."

Sirius hummed and went back to work. Harry reached out and took an apple from their fruit bowl, then took a huge bite from the side, the loud crunch catching his father's attention.

"Oi! I'm making breakfast!" Sirius scolded.

"I'm hungry," Harry defended, still chewing the bite from the apple.

Sirius rolled his eyes. He pulled out a bag of chocolate chips and began pouring them into the mixture. He had set the bag back down and picked up the spoon to stir again when he was interrupted by his son.

"Add some more. That's not enough."

Sirius looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"Please," Harry added quickly.

Sirius snorted and slid the bowl and bag to his son. "You do it. Add as many as you'd like."

Harry held the apple with his teeth as he emptied the entire content of the chocolate chips bag into the bowl. "There," he said after grabbing the apple from his mouth.

"Aren't you going to stir?"

Harry begrudgingly picked up the bowl again and swirled the spoon around a few times.

Sirius watched him with amusement. "You know, I think next summer I will assign you one night a week in which you will be responsible for preparing our dinner."

"I thought you just said I didn't have to help prepare meals?" Harry questioned, the words muffled by a mouth full of juicy apple.

"Stop talking with your mouth full," Sirius said firmly before he smiled and took the bowl from the boy. "I did, but I guess it is important that you learn how to cook, especially if you're going to have such strong opinions on how our food should be prepared." He gave Harry a pointed look. "Plus, your mother would have wanted you to learn."

Harry hummed. "I guess…" he began, apple still in his mouth, before catching his father's warning eye. He swallowed and then began again. "I guess I could do that."

Sirius nodded as he poured perfect pancake circles into the hot pan. "Then it's a plan. Pour us some milk, please."

Harry nodded and obeyed. He watched Sirius cook for a while before broaching another subject on his mind.

"Sirius?"

"Hmm?"

"Am I in trouble?"

Sirius looked at him strangely. "For what?"

"For drinking last night," Harry answered like his father had suddenly lost his mind and he was reminding him of his own name.

Sirius thought it over as he began to add pancakes to plates and motioned Harry towards the dining table. He put Harry's plate down in front of him and took the seat just to the left. "No, not this time. Your mother would have ripped you a new one for last night, but to be honest, Harry, you did exactly what I would have you do in that situation. You didn't get completely out of control, and you came back here instead of trying to hide it or handle it on your own. You are underage so you shouldn't be drinking, but given the circumstances, I'm not sure anyone would have been able to resist a drink last night."

Harry nodded.

"That being said, I don't want it to happen again. Alcohol isn't very good for your development, and alcohol and uncontrolled magic can be quite a dangerous combination. I also want you to remember that alcohol does not solve problems, Harry. There's nothing wrong with a drink from time to time when you are of age, but I want you to make sure you're relying on your friends and family to help you through tough times more than you're relying on alcohol. You understand?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded again. "I get it."

Sirius nodded his acceptance. "Good. And you were right last night. If I ever catch you on a broom while drinking, you will sorely regret it."

Harry nodded. "Yes, sir. So, you want to tell me the story of you streaking through the castle?"

Sirius nearly choked on his pancakes. "No I do not."

"Alright, I'll just ask Remus," Harry answered cheekily.

"You do that, and while he's sharing stories, ask him to tell you about the time he had the brilliant idea to prank McGonagall when he was drunk."

This time Harry choked. "I can't wait to hear that," he answered, after taking a sip of his milk.

Sirius was searching for a change of subject anyway, so it was convenient that the golden egg on their coffee table caught his eye. "Have you tried to open your egg yet?" he asked curiously.

"Yes!" Harry said, suddenly remembering the experience. "We opened it at the party, but I have no idea what the clue is."

Sirius knit his eyebrows together in worry. "What do you mean? Shouldn't it be inside?"

"Yeah, but when you open it, it's just this awful noise. Here, I'll show you." Harry stood and walked over to the egg. He placed one hand on it and looked back at Sirius. "Be ready to cover your ears."

Sirius nodded. "Just open it."

Harry obeyed and the terrible noise filled their quarters. It sounded as if someone were being tortured and shrieking terribly.

"Ok! Ok! Close it back!" Sirius shouted over the cacophony. "Sounds like my mother," he added after the noise had ended.

"You see what I mean?" Harry asked as soon as he had closed the egg and the noise had ceased. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Sirius stared at the egg, his face twisted in thought. "I have no idea," he finally admitted. "Maybe Remus will know something."

"Maybe," Harry answered as he returned to eating his pancakes.

The next few minutes were spent discussing Harry's classes, Sirius's busy schedule, and making plans for the Christmas holiday that was fast approaching. When they had finished, Sirius asked Harry if he wanted to go for a fly on his motorcycle that afternoon, and Harry quickly agreed. Sirius shooed him off to shower and get dressed while he cleaned up their breakfast. He had just set the dishes to washing themselves when he heard their floo chime. Walking over quickly, he saw the face of Amelia Bones searching for him.

"Well hello Amelia," he greeted her.

"Hi Sirius. I have some things I need to discuss with you. Mind if I come through?" Amelia asked.

"Not at all. Come on." He stepped back and waited for the witch to appear. When she stepped through, he immediately smiled and wagged his eyebrows. "Are you here for business or pleasure?"

"Business unfortunately," Amelia said gravely. "But I wouldn't say no to some pleasure afterwards," she added suggestively.

Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Well, I wouldn't either, but my son is currently showering in that bathroom right over there," he said quietly, pointing in the direction of their loo.

"Ah," Amelia responded. "Well I guess technically it is the middle of the workday for me, so I should probably pass anyway."

Sirius shrugged. "So, the business?"

"Right," Amelia began. "I just left a meeting with the Minister. I'm afraid I have some bad news."

"What is it?" Sirius asked worriedly.

Amelia bit her lip nervously as she looked at him. "Well, the first task is over."

Sirius nodded. "I'm aware."

"And nothing went wrong. Harry survived."

"Yes, that was my favorite part," Sirius barked impatiently. "What's wrong Amelia?"

Amelia sighed. "Fudge no longer sees the need in having two extra aurors assigned here at all times, especially with you and Moody being on staff."

Sirius put his hands on his hips. "But what about the tournament?"

"Well in their mind, you don't really need additional security, especially since nothing went wrong during the first task."

Sirius scoffed. "Yeah, nothing except somebody shooting the Cruciatus Curse at us three days before!"

Amelia frowned. "If it didn't occur during the task, then to them it didn't occur. It's Dumbledore's problem, not theirs. And to be honest, Fudge feels so threatened by Dumbledore, he practically wants the man to have problems."

Sirius rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation. "So, you're saying I can't borrow ministry aurors anymore? It's just me and Moody now."

"Correct," Amelia nodded. "I'm sure Tonks and Kingsley would still be willing to come as volunteers for the Order, and myself of course, but that's all I can guarantee. I'm sorry, Sirius."

….

Harry had just emerged from the bathroom, freshly bathed and dressed in muggle attire. He walked over to their coat rack and pulled down the brown one Sirius had bought him just as the weather had begun to turn colder a few weeks prior. Looking back over at his father, Sirius was standing, staring out the window, his face pinched and concerned. "What's wrong," he asked nervously.

Sirius sighed. He was tempted to tell Harry about the aurors being removed from the castle and give his son the normal safety lecture. Don't go anywhere without your wand, mirror, and portkey. But he knew Harry knew what he was supposed to do, and he wanted to have a good day with him, just one good day, without worrying about security. One day where they could go flying, high above the castle and towns and forests all around them. They could find a muggle restaurant to enjoy their lunch, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, where no death eaters or dragons could find them. For one day they could forget their worries.

Sirius shook his head out. "Nothing, just thinking, Now," he slapped his son's shoulder. "Shall we go flying?"

….

"Why don't you go work on your homework a bit while I make us some dinner?" Sirius suggested.

The father and son had just arrived back at Hogwarts after hours in the air. Their cheeks were pink from the wind, and, though Harry's hair was mostly the same mess as always, even Sirius's normally perfect and lustrous curls were falling into disheveled sections. Just before leaving, Sirius had asked the house elves to pack them a picnic instead of finding a restaurant, and he had taken Harry to a secluded lake he and James had camped at from time to time. The day was unseasonably warm, and they had enjoyed sandwiches, crisps, and biscuits sitting on a blanket overlooking the water. To Sirius's immense pleasure, they had spent the entire lunch discussing anything and everything except the bloody tournament. It was extremely relaxing and felt like just what they needed.

"Yeah, ok," Harry answered as he walked off to his room.

When Sirius saw Harry's bedroom door close, he called a house elf and quietly requested dinner before quickly moving to his study and pulling out the auror schedule for the rest of the week. He looked over it, trying to see how he could best use Kingsley, Tonks, and Amelia for maximum coverage and massaged his forehead while he tried to think of a plan to keep his son as safe as possible with fewer aurors.

He was so engrossed in the task, he didn't notice when Remus entered their quarters and wandered into his study. Under normal circumstances, he would have welcomed his friend's presence and wisdom in this area, but at the moment, Sirius had a new secret he was keeping and did not want anyone, most especially Remus, to know about. But because he didn't notice the man enter, he had no time to hide it anymore.

"Sirius, what's on your face?"

Sirius looked up, surprised. Then horror struck him as he realized his mistake. Trying to play it off, he raised an eyebrow at his friend. "You've never seen a pair of glasses before Remus?"

"Oh, I've seen glasses," Remus responded smugly. "I've just never seen them on the forever young Sirius Black. They're for reading, I suppose?"

Sirius sighed. "Yes, the last time I saw my healer he suggested I pick up a pair. You know, for all the good magic can do, it's poorly lacking in vision repair."

"Yes, and why did he suggest them?"

Sirius leaned back in his chair and glared at his friend, knowing where this was going. This was exactly why Sirius had been trying to hide his new accessories. "Because it's hard for me to see things when I'm reading Remus. I think it's hardly something for you to feel so smug about."

Remus snorted. "I know why people need glasses, Sirius. I'm asking why your healer said you specifically needed them. Did you injure your eyes?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "No."

"Did you always need glasses and just waited until now to get them?"

It was taking all of Sirius's self-control not to hex Remus right now. "No."

"Hmmm," Remus said, scratching his chin in a melodramatic attempt to appear as if he were thinking. "Then why do you need them?"

Sirius ran a hand over his face. "He may have suggested that my eyesight was getting worse because of my…because of my…my…" He grit his teeth together. "My age."

Remus burst into laughter, earning yet another glare from Sirius. "So Sirius Black, Mr. Forever Young himself, who has teased me no less than a million times about my age and my grey hair, even though he is actually older than I am, needs glasses because he's getting old. Is that right?"

"I am not getting old you twit. I simply need a small prescription to help me see when I'm reading things that are very, very small," Sirius explained, annoyed.

"Like your own handwriting?" Remus asked sarcastically, pointing at the parchment Sirius held in his hand.

Sirius slammed the paper down. "Damn it, Moony. I am not getting old."

Remus, who had barely reclaimed his composure, started laughing again. "Face it, Sirius. You're getting older. Not old, mind you, but older. We both are."

Sirius pouted for a moment. "Well, if we are, it's Harry's fault."

Remus nodded in agreement. "It is indeed."

Sirius chuckled. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Ah," Remus reached into his robes and pulled out a stack of parchment. "I brought some things for Harry. Mostly his assignments from today and some notes Hermione was sure he would want to get as soon as possible. Oh, and Minnie asked me to tell Harry about the Yule Ball."

"Oh well, I'm sure he will be thrilled," Sirius replied, laughing. He shook his head a moment and grew more serious, glancing towards his son's room to confirm the door was still shut. "Well, I have something else to talk to you about while Harry is still in his room."

"Let me guess," Remus answered, crossing his legs, "The ministry is not allowing aurors here anymore?"

"How did you know?" Sirius asked in surprise.

"Amelia came to see me when she left you. I think she was worried about you," Remus responded simply.

Sirius frowned. "She doesn't think I can take care of myself?"

Remus chose not to respond to that, instead looking his best friend in the eye. "We're all worried about you Sirius. You stopped going to see Healer Williams."

Sirius closed his eyes, feeling like a thief caught in the act. "I'm taking a break. There's a lot going on here," he said defensively. "How did you know, anyway?"

"You mean besides the fact you aren't disappearing once a week?" Remus responded. "Call it intuition. It seems the glasses aren't the only secret you've been keeping."

Sirius threw up his hands. "I've been going for over a year. I think it was time for a break. I'm doing a lot better now."

Remus nodded. "You certainly are, but if you really believed you were ready to quit, why didn't you tell anyone?"

Sirius shrugged. "I didn't think it was that big of a deal."

Remus tilted his head and studied him seriously. After a moment, he suddenly sat up quickly. "Ok, if that's the case, call Harry in here right now and tell him."

"No," Sirius answered quickly. "Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"Because…well because…" he sighed deeply. "Ok, fine I'll tell him."

Remus leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. "Whatever you decide to do, Sirius, no more secrets, ok? That's what got us into trouble in the first war."

Sirius's face was anguished as he nodded. "Ok, no more secrets." He rubbed his hands over his face before speaking again. "I am going to tell Harry about the aurors first though. That should put him in a good mood."

Remus half-smiled. "You think he will be happy?"

"Are you kidding? Moony, he'll be ecstatic. He's been complaining about the aurors since the day they arrived. I just hope he doesn't run off and do something stupid," Sirius answered, leaning back in his chair again.

"I don't think he will. He got a pretty good scare last weekend that should keep him in line for a little while at least."

Sirius's frown deepened. "I was firm with him, Moony, but I don't think I scared him. Did he say he's scared of me now?" he asked frantically.

Remus rolled his eyes. "I wasn't talking about when you punished him, Sirius. I was talking about when we were attacked right in front of him. Have you forgotten already?"

"Oh, yeah," Sirius answered.

Remus frowned at his friend. "I bet that somewhere in that lecture and punishment from last weekend, you scolded Harry for ignoring the dangers to his life. Perhaps you should remember your life is in danger as well."

That earned him a glare from Sirius, who didn't respond, but instead stood and called his son into the living room.

"I thought you were making dinner," Harry asked as he entered the room and looked over at the empty kitchen.

"Uh yeah, sorry. I was busy with something else. The house elves should be here soon with our dinner though," Sirius answered. He motioned towards their couch. "I have something else I need to discuss with you. Can you sit down for a minute?"

"Sure," Harry responded, confused. "What's wrong?"

Sirius sat on the coffee table in front of him. "Amelia came by today. She told me I can't use ministry aurors to be your personal security anymore," he began cautiously.

"Oh," Harry answered, looking down.

Sirius looked over at Remus in confusion. "Oh?" he asked, his eyebrow raised. "I thought you would be thrilled."

Harry looked back at him. "Well, before last weekend, I probably would have been, but I was actually going to talk to you about having aurors follow you around too," he explained.

"Follow me? Why?" Sirius asked.

"Because you were attacked," Harry responded in a voice that conveyed thoroughly just how ridiculous he found his father's question.

"Oh," Sirius said, taken aback, "But Harry I'm an adult. Hell, I've been an auror."

"The fact you were an auror didn't stop someone from attacking you last weekend, Sirius," Harry said sternly. "You need to make sure you're not going anywhere alone, and make sure you have your wand and mirror with you at all times too. It wouldn't hurt for you to make yourself a portkey necklace as well," Harry lectured.

"Hold on a second," Sirius said, holding up a hand and shooting a sideways glare at the godfather standing a few feet away laughing at the Freaky Friday moment between the father and son. "Who are you, and what have you done with my Harry?"

"I'm serious, Padfoot," Harry continued, tears beginning to sting his eyes. "I can't lose you."

Sirius's heart broke. Like Harry, it was still hard for him at times to wrap his mind around the fact that someone cared so deeply for him. "Ok, Harry. I will be careful. I promise. And do I have your word you will be as well? Absolutely nowhere alone, you understand?"

Harry nodded and hugged his father tightly. "Yes, sir. And you?"

Sirius sighed. "Ok, I won't go anywhere alone either."

"And the necklace?"

"I'll work on creating one for me," the father confirmed, stroking his son's back.

He and Harry remained in that position for a while until a house elf popped in with their dinner.

"Come on," Sirius said, leading his son toward the table. "You joining us, Moony?"

"No, I actually need to go and supervise dinner in the Great Hall, but before I leave, Padfoot, wasn't there something else you needed to discuss with Harry?" Remus responded to Sirius with a raised eyebrow.

Sirius could have throttled his best friend at that moment. He had completely expected Harry to be thrilled that aurors would no longer be following him from class to class. Never in his wildest dreams did he think his patented safety lectures that he had given his son so many times would be thrown back at him. He really wanted Harry to be in a better mood when he broke the news that he was no longer seeing Healer Williams regularly. He had convinced himself that this was because Harry would want to stop his own regular appointments with the mind healer that had helped them through so many things and Sirius wasn't ready to let him, but in reality he knew his son, just like his best friend and fellow Order members, would be worried about his mental wellbeing. Truthfully, the thread holding Sirius's sanity together was getting stretched thinner every day, and he often felt like he couldn't breath, the worry felt so heavy in his chest. But he felt so overwhelmed with keeping his son safe, he just didn't feel like he could commit the time away any longer, even if it was only a short time once a week.

The mind healer had helped him and Harry tremendously, and he knew a lot of their success as a father and son had been owed to her suggestions and assistance through some difficult situations. He needed the mind healer sessions; he knew it, and Harry and Remus knew it. He just could not look Harry in the eye and say otherwise.

So he didn't.

"Yes, there was," Sirius answered. "Harry, the Yule Ball will be held on Christmas Day. As a champion, you'll be expected to open the ceremony with a dance."

December 10, 1994

Harry hurriedly changed his uniform top, threw his tie back on, and sprinted down the stairs back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Normally abandoned during the day due to most of the students being in class, he nearly barreled over a fellow Lion when he ran towards the portrait hole.

"Ginny? What are you doing back here?" he asked the familiar redhead with a smile as he helped her pick up the books he had knocked out of her hands.

"Watch where you're going Potter," Ginny teased playfully, "And I should ask you the same thing."

Harry laughed. "Sorry about that. Hagrid's lost his bloody mind with these blast-ended skrewts, and one of them burned a hole in my shirt today. I came back up here to change before History of Magic."

"Well then I don't know why you're in such a hurry," she answered. "Binns won't even notice if you're late."

"That's true," Harry confirmed. "So what are you doing here?"

Ginny's face turned angry. "It seems Fred and George somehow replaced my wand with one of their fake ones. McGonagall wasn't too pleased when all I had to use for Transfigurations was a rubber chicken. I swear I am going to kill them."

Harry chuckled.

"Not funny, Potter."

"It's a little funny," Harry teased her. She held the glare another moment before smiling at him, and Harry was struck by just how funny her smile made his stomach feel. He smiled back rather awkwardly before coming out of his stupor. "So, umm, did you find your real wand?"

"Oh yeah, yeah. So, shall we walk together?" she asked.

"Uh yeah, sure," Harry answered. "Where are you heading?"

"Muggle studies. Just right down the hall from you." The exited through the portrait hole and walked a few meters before she spoke again. "So, have you found a date to the ball yet? I heard you've been asked about seventy times."

"No, not yet. I'm sick of the random girls asking me, and the opening dance terrifies me," Harry explained dejectedly, a hint of a whine in his voice.

"Wow, Potter, you've really got it rough. Famous, popular, well-liked. And having to do a dance? Couldn't they think of anything simpler, like a dragon?" she answered sarcastically, raising an eyebrow up at him.

Harry laughed. "I'd rather face the dragon again if I'm being honest."

Ginny snorted and they walked together silently for a few moments when an idea popped into Harry's head.

Harry had begged and pleaded with Sirius to get him out of opening the Yule Ball, or even going at all, but Sirius had told him over and over that he would find a date, he would be just fine dancing, and he would have a great time. Harry was convinced he was just enjoying seeing his son miserable.

Sirius had predicted he wouldn't have any trouble finding a date, and to an extent that was true. Several girls had asked him, most of which he didn't even know their names and a few he was sure he had never seen before. He had run out of nice excuses and had resorted to just saying no flatly until a third year Hufflepuff had spent the first thirty minutes of Defense Against the Dark Arts crying and Remus had taken Harry aside and scolded him for his lack of tact.

What he really, really didn't want was to attend the Ball with a dolt as a date and watch Cedric and Cho smiling and dancing all night cheerfully. He actually was happy for his ex-girlfriend turned friend, but it didn't make it any easier for him to see her with his competitor. Each time he saw them kissing, a part of him wished he hadn't told Cedric about the dragons prior to the First Task.

If he went with Ginny, as a friend of course, he would be spending the evening with someone who made him laugh and was attractive. Very attractive actually, now that he was noticing. It might make the evening a little more bearable.

"Say Ginny, would you want to go to the ball with me?" he asked before he lost his nerve. "You know, as friends," he added quickly.

Ginny stopped and looked at him. "Yeah, sure," she answered with a shrug. "As long as you know how to dance," she added mirthfully.

"Oh I have no idea," Harry answered, laughing. "We will probably make fools of ourselves to be completely honest."

Ginny laughed heartily. "Alright, it's a date."

Upon hearing that word, Harry began to have second thoughts. How would Ron feel about him taking his little sister on a date? "Do you think Ron would mind?"

To his enormous surprise, and displeasure, Ginny slapped his arm. "Harry Potter, I do NOT need my brother's permission to go on a date. Ron can sod off if he is against it."

Harry held up his hands in surrender. "Ok, ok. Sorry."

They arrived at the Muggle Studies classroom and Harry said goodbye. He had not realized before then just how feisty his best mate's sister had become, but as he watched her walk into the classroom he realized that he might enjoy a little more feisty redhead in his life.

Like father, like son.