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CHAPTER 6
In Gryffindor tower the marauders were the centre of attention, they normally were, but this time Remus didn't want to be. He found that all he wanted to do was spend some time alone with Sirius.
But his wish wasn't about to come true. He saw that James was trying desperately to get through the crowd to speak to Harry who was moping in his dorm. Every one wanted to talk to James Potter, the father of Harry.
"Please, can you let me past. Please I would like to speak to my son before I can back." They all immediately let him past but tried to go up to the dorms along with him. "Alone." So James scampered up to the dorms.
James slowly opened the door to see Harry siting on the bed thinking, silently James went up and sat next to him. For a long time they sat. James not knowing what to say, what to do. He hadn't expected this, he hadn't even ever thought about having children. And now….now he knew he was going to have a son called Harry, who survived the Avada Kedavara curse, who looked so much like him, who was extraordinary quiet, who was only a little bit like him.
But James couldn't stop thinking that this was only really what he would ever have with his son. A day, no less than that because he thought he was going to have all the time in the world and now he knew he wasn't. Now he knew there was only this…this convocation that was going no where. This to find out every thing. This to say goodbye and hello.
James suddenly realised that he was crying, and when he looked at Harry he saw that he was crying too. But still there they sat, listening to the sounds of their own tears. Waiting for the inevitable to happen.
Thinking that this was pointless James reached over and embraced Harry, wrapping his arms around his son. And still they said nothing, just sat there crying into one another's shoulders while the world fell around them, but it didn't matter because the first time ever they would be able to hold each other.
Slowly Harry pulled away and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "We seem to have developed a rather uncomfortable silence." He muttered.
James smiled weakly. "Can't think of any thing to say. I know I should but I racked my brain and I just can't think of any thing. The only question that I can think of is 'do you play Quidditch?' and I know that's probably not very relevant, 'cos here I am talking to my future son and all I can think about is Quidditch!"
Harry chuckled and smiled looking down at the carpet, again there was silence, until; "I do, you know. Play Quidditch."
James face lit up, and he was off. Talking a rapid speed all he knew about Quidditch, the broom he had how he and Sirius were on the team, how he had only lost three matches in four years, how last year they won the cup.
And all the while Harry listen to him eager it seemed to hear about the legend.
"I always heard you were good." Harry said, "never seen any videos of you."
James smiled weakly and asked, "so how long have you been playing. When did you get on the team?"
"First year." Harry said smiling.
"First year?" James repeated slowly.
"Youngest House Quidditch player in a century."
James was lost for words. A strange feeling built up in him. Pride.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue, or are you amazed I finally stumped you at something?"
Slowly James shook his head. "C'mon lets go downstairs."
They went downstairs to find that Fred and George had got all sorts of things from the kitchen, Harry was going on about the broom he had that Sirius had given him for Christmas a few years before hand.
Peter seemed to be the centre of attention now that the others had gone. Remus and Sirius were no where to be found. "Wormtail?" James asked. "Where or Moony and Padfoot?" Peter shrugged.
George, or Fred, dropped a plate of custard creams. "You're…you're Moony Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs?"
Peter nodded, while James sneaked out of the common room on his own in search of the two rouges. Walking past the abandoned classroom, he heard voices, so slowly he opened the door and he saw Remus and Sirius and they were kissing.
CHAPTER 6
In Gryffindor tower the marauders were the centre of attention, they normally were, but this time Remus didn't want to be. He found that all he wanted to do was spend some time alone with Sirius.
But his wish wasn't about to come true. He saw that James was trying desperately to get through the crowd to speak to Harry who was moping in his dorm. Every one wanted to talk to James Potter, the father of Harry.
"Please, can you let me past. Please I would like to speak to my son before I can back." They all immediately let him past but tried to go up to the dorms along with him. "Alone." So James scampered up to the dorms.
James slowly opened the door to see Harry siting on the bed thinking, silently James went up and sat next to him. For a long time they sat. James not knowing what to say, what to do. He hadn't expected this, he hadn't even ever thought about having children. And now….now he knew he was going to have a son called Harry, who survived the Avada Kedavara curse, who looked so much like him, who was extraordinary quiet, who was only a little bit like him.
But James couldn't stop thinking that this was only really what he would ever have with his son. A day, no less than that because he thought he was going to have all the time in the world and now he knew he wasn't. Now he knew there was only this…this convocation that was going no where. This to find out every thing. This to say goodbye and hello.
James suddenly realised that he was crying, and when he looked at Harry he saw that he was crying too. But still there they sat, listening to the sounds of their own tears. Waiting for the inevitable to happen.
Thinking that this was pointless James reached over and embraced Harry, wrapping his arms around his son. And still they said nothing, just sat there crying into one another's shoulders while the world fell around them, but it didn't matter because the first time ever they would be able to hold each other.
Slowly Harry pulled away and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "We seem to have developed a rather uncomfortable silence." He muttered.
James smiled weakly. "Can't think of any thing to say. I know I should but I racked my brain and I just can't think of any thing. The only question that I can think of is 'do you play Quidditch?' and I know that's probably not very relevant, 'cos here I am talking to my future son and all I can think about is Quidditch!"
Harry chuckled and smiled looking down at the carpet, again there was silence, until; "I do, you know. Play Quidditch."
James face lit up, and he was off. Talking a rapid speed all he knew about Quidditch, the broom he had how he and Sirius were on the team, how he had only lost three matches in four years, how last year they won the cup.
And all the while Harry listen to him eager it seemed to hear about the legend.
"I always heard you were good." Harry said, "never seen any videos of you."
James smiled weakly and asked, "so how long have you been playing. When did you get on the team?"
"First year." Harry said smiling.
"First year?" James repeated slowly.
"Youngest House Quidditch player in a century."
James was lost for words. A strange feeling built up in him. Pride.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue, or are you amazed I finally stumped you at something?"
Slowly James shook his head. "C'mon lets go downstairs."
They went downstairs to find that Fred and George had got all sorts of things from the kitchen, Harry was going on about the broom he had that Sirius had given him for Christmas a few years before hand.
Peter seemed to be the centre of attention now that the others had gone. Remus and Sirius were no where to be found. "Wormtail?" James asked. "Where or Moony and Padfoot?" Peter shrugged.
George, or Fred, dropped a plate of custard creams. "You're…you're Moony Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs?"
Peter nodded, while James sneaked out of the common room on his own in search of the two rouges. Walking past the abandoned classroom, he heard voices, so slowly he opened the door and he saw Remus and Sirius and they were kissing.