Padfootlet: Sorry the last chapter was so short!
Padfoot: Ok. My daughter Padfootlet though she wishes that she owned Harry Potter... she doesn't so don't sue her. ON TO THE FIC!!!
Padfootlet: Do you have to yell?
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"S-So, you're m-my son?" James asked. They had been sitting in silence for a few minutes, after Remus had left. The silence was making him uncomfortable.
Harry nodded. He was finding it hard to speak. "You play Quidditch?" James asked. 'C'mon kid, say SOMETHING!' James thought.
"Yes. I play Gryffindor seeker." Harry said. Somehow talking about Quidditch was making him less nervous.
"You any good?" James asked glad that Harry was finally saying something. "I s'pose so. I'm always told I'm as good as you. And I've never seen you play." Harry grinned. James grinned back.
"Well I'm glad you inherited my talent for Quidditch." James said. "But I bet I'm better." James challenged smugly still grinning.
"Oh you think so do you?" Harry raised his eyebrows grinning back. "Prove it" Harry said shortly still grinning. He knew his father had a snitch in his robes and couldn't resist a challenge.
Still grinning James reached into his robe pocket and said, "No problem." James said unconcernedly, and he took out the snitch. "Open the kitchen door." James said. And Harry got up and opened the door Remus had shut when he had left the kitchen.
"Ok... now what?" Harry asked. Praying that whatever his father had in mind wasn't going to destroy the house.
James said, "We give the snitch a 10 minute head start around the house. First to catch it wins."
Harry grinned, "Ok, but....Accio Firebolt!" Harry's firebolt came zooming into the kitchen and hovered in front of Harry waiting for him to mount it. "We use brooms," Harry said grabbing his firebolt, grinning.
"Just one problem." James said, grin falling from his face. "What's that?" Harry asked a bit confused. "Well, incase you haven't noticed, I don't exactly have a broom, honestly, you call yourself my son." James said rolling his eyes.
"Oh well... Accio broom!" Harry said. A cleensweep 7 came zooming into the kitchen, Ron's cleensweep to be exact. At the moment Ron was at Diagon Alley helping his brothers with their joke shop.
"There" Harry said, handing the broom to James. "now you do. Although" Harry grinned, "it wont help you any. The firebolt us an international broom, the cleansweep's no match for it." He said smugly.
"We'll see." Said James.
With that he let go of the snitch and caught it again within seconds, grinning smugly. Harry grinned back. "Yes we will, let it go then." Harry said. James obeyed and let the snitch go.
The snitch flew around their heads; both pairs of eyes following it like a hawk. Then Harry saw it disappear out of the kitchen.
"So, since the snitch gets a ten minute head start I've got a few questions." "Uh... ok". Harry had a feeling he knew what was coming. The part he was dreading about his father's visit. How could he not expect his father to not ask about the future? They sat down at the table and Harry started to answer his father's questions.
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"Ok, so, I marry Lily Evans? And we have you? Annd some wizard comes along and kills us because he wants to kill you? Why?" James asked after Harry had told him who his mother was and why James wasn't there.
"First of all. Voldemort isn't any ordinary wizard. He's the most evil wizard ever known. He's killed a countless amount of people. He's so terrifying that people call him 'you know who' or 'he-who-must-not-be-named." Harry explained. "Oh," James said softly. "Ok, so why did he want to kill you?" James asked.
"A prophecy was made about me and Voldemort." Harry said gravely. "What! A prophecy?! That's why he tried to kill you? Because a stupid prophecy said so?" James asked exasperatly.
"Trust me, its not just a stupid prophecy. Its mentions that 'the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born while the 7th month dies' and 'one cannot live while the other exists'" Harry said.
"Uh... O...k and that means?" James asked still not understanding.
Harry sighed. "It means that eventually I will either have to be murdered or be a murderer and there's no way around it. Because unfortunately, I apparently am the only one with the power to kill him." Harry said putting his head in his hands.
"Wow", James whispered. "Ok... so where's Padfoot? And Wormtail?" Asked James
"He's gone, Sirius I mean. He died just 5 weeks ago. And it's all my- but Harry stopped there. "No." He said. "It's Wormtail's fault. He's the one who sold you to Voldemort. He's the one who killed you, and Sirius. Harry said bitterly.
"Wormtail? He's the reason why I'm DEAD??!! That no good lousy RAT!!!!" James said furiously. "Well now I know why his animagus form is a rat. Untrustworthy and sneaky. The animal picks the wizard, we should have known he was no good, a rat. James said angrily.
Harry smiled sadly. "Don't forget, when you leave Dumledore's going to forget most of important things I tell you." Harry said. "Yea, I know." Said James dully.
"Is that... er... all you wanted to know?" Harry asked.
"Yea..." James said grabbing the cleansweep and getting up from the table. "You ready to lose?"
Harry grinned as he got up as well, and grabbed his Firebolt. "In your dreams dad." Harry said mounting his Firebolt. James followed suit and mounted the cleansweep. And they were off. Racing around the house searching for the snitch.
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Padfoot: so who wins?
Padffotlet: weelll.... That's up to the readers so if you want the next chapter up and soon... r/r and tell me who you want to win! Harry or James?
Padfoot: Ok. My daughter Padfootlet though she wishes that she owned Harry Potter... she doesn't so don't sue her. ON TO THE FIC!!!
Padfootlet: Do you have to yell?
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"S-So, you're m-my son?" James asked. They had been sitting in silence for a few minutes, after Remus had left. The silence was making him uncomfortable.
Harry nodded. He was finding it hard to speak. "You play Quidditch?" James asked. 'C'mon kid, say SOMETHING!' James thought.
"Yes. I play Gryffindor seeker." Harry said. Somehow talking about Quidditch was making him less nervous.
"You any good?" James asked glad that Harry was finally saying something. "I s'pose so. I'm always told I'm as good as you. And I've never seen you play." Harry grinned. James grinned back.
"Well I'm glad you inherited my talent for Quidditch." James said. "But I bet I'm better." James challenged smugly still grinning.
"Oh you think so do you?" Harry raised his eyebrows grinning back. "Prove it" Harry said shortly still grinning. He knew his father had a snitch in his robes and couldn't resist a challenge.
Still grinning James reached into his robe pocket and said, "No problem." James said unconcernedly, and he took out the snitch. "Open the kitchen door." James said. And Harry got up and opened the door Remus had shut when he had left the kitchen.
"Ok... now what?" Harry asked. Praying that whatever his father had in mind wasn't going to destroy the house.
James said, "We give the snitch a 10 minute head start around the house. First to catch it wins."
Harry grinned, "Ok, but....Accio Firebolt!" Harry's firebolt came zooming into the kitchen and hovered in front of Harry waiting for him to mount it. "We use brooms," Harry said grabbing his firebolt, grinning.
"Just one problem." James said, grin falling from his face. "What's that?" Harry asked a bit confused. "Well, incase you haven't noticed, I don't exactly have a broom, honestly, you call yourself my son." James said rolling his eyes.
"Oh well... Accio broom!" Harry said. A cleensweep 7 came zooming into the kitchen, Ron's cleensweep to be exact. At the moment Ron was at Diagon Alley helping his brothers with their joke shop.
"There" Harry said, handing the broom to James. "now you do. Although" Harry grinned, "it wont help you any. The firebolt us an international broom, the cleansweep's no match for it." He said smugly.
"We'll see." Said James.
With that he let go of the snitch and caught it again within seconds, grinning smugly. Harry grinned back. "Yes we will, let it go then." Harry said. James obeyed and let the snitch go.
The snitch flew around their heads; both pairs of eyes following it like a hawk. Then Harry saw it disappear out of the kitchen.
"So, since the snitch gets a ten minute head start I've got a few questions." "Uh... ok". Harry had a feeling he knew what was coming. The part he was dreading about his father's visit. How could he not expect his father to not ask about the future? They sat down at the table and Harry started to answer his father's questions.
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"Ok, so, I marry Lily Evans? And we have you? Annd some wizard comes along and kills us because he wants to kill you? Why?" James asked after Harry had told him who his mother was and why James wasn't there.
"First of all. Voldemort isn't any ordinary wizard. He's the most evil wizard ever known. He's killed a countless amount of people. He's so terrifying that people call him 'you know who' or 'he-who-must-not-be-named." Harry explained. "Oh," James said softly. "Ok, so why did he want to kill you?" James asked.
"A prophecy was made about me and Voldemort." Harry said gravely. "What! A prophecy?! That's why he tried to kill you? Because a stupid prophecy said so?" James asked exasperatly.
"Trust me, its not just a stupid prophecy. Its mentions that 'the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born while the 7th month dies' and 'one cannot live while the other exists'" Harry said.
"Uh... O...k and that means?" James asked still not understanding.
Harry sighed. "It means that eventually I will either have to be murdered or be a murderer and there's no way around it. Because unfortunately, I apparently am the only one with the power to kill him." Harry said putting his head in his hands.
"Wow", James whispered. "Ok... so where's Padfoot? And Wormtail?" Asked James
"He's gone, Sirius I mean. He died just 5 weeks ago. And it's all my- but Harry stopped there. "No." He said. "It's Wormtail's fault. He's the one who sold you to Voldemort. He's the one who killed you, and Sirius. Harry said bitterly.
"Wormtail? He's the reason why I'm DEAD??!! That no good lousy RAT!!!!" James said furiously. "Well now I know why his animagus form is a rat. Untrustworthy and sneaky. The animal picks the wizard, we should have known he was no good, a rat. James said angrily.
Harry smiled sadly. "Don't forget, when you leave Dumledore's going to forget most of important things I tell you." Harry said. "Yea, I know." Said James dully.
"Is that... er... all you wanted to know?" Harry asked.
"Yea..." James said grabbing the cleansweep and getting up from the table. "You ready to lose?"
Harry grinned as he got up as well, and grabbed his Firebolt. "In your dreams dad." Harry said mounting his Firebolt. James followed suit and mounted the cleansweep. And they were off. Racing around the house searching for the snitch.
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Padfoot: so who wins?
Padffotlet: weelll.... That's up to the readers so if you want the next chapter up and soon... r/r and tell me who you want to win! Harry or James?