A/N Thanks very much to the reviewers - especially DJ Rodriguez, NoOrDa & Bulma, Queen of Saiya-jin - i really appreciate it. I have updated 3 chapters this time, since this one is extremely short. All comments welcome!
Chapter 12
You're my dad?
"Hello" said the little voice, looking slightly nervous and shuffling his feet exactly as Harry often did.
Harry pulled himself together and said, with difficulty "Hi."
The little boy bit his bottom lip as he continued to look at Harry. Harry remembered he was supposed to be the adult; he was supposed to be the parent. "Y-you're Jamie aren't you?"
The beautiful little boy nodded.
"Do you know who I am?" Again he nodded.
"You're my father. Mummy told me about you."
Harry smiled. "Do you wanna sit with me for a while?"
"Ok"
"So... erm..." Harry thought suddenly this was going to be more difficult than he'd expected, and wished Hermione would come back to help. "Do you want to ask me anything?" Harry said, hoping he would so they would have something to talk about.
Jamie frowned a little, which made Harry smile because that's what he did when he wasn't sure about something.
"Can I ask you anything?" Jamie said.
"Er- OK"
"What's an Auror?"
"Didn't Herm-Mummy erm-tell you what an Auror is?"
"She said I was too little to understand properly –but I'm not really." He looked at him so intently and it made Harry smile again.
"If your mum said you're too young then maybe I should tell you when you're older – I don't want her to get mad at me do I?"
"Ok – I guess I don't want to make mummy mad either. Can I ask you something else?"
"Sure – whatever you want"
"How do you play quidditch?"
Relief spread through him at the mention of this familiar and once Harry got talking, he found couldn't stop. Jamie listened so intently, interrupting him with question after question about points and catching the snitch and everything else that was possibly quidditch. Harry was in heaven. He felt like he'd never smiled so much in his life and the look of joy on Jamie's-his son's-face made him feel alive again.
When Hermione got to the bottom of the stairs she heard laughing and voices. She knew Jamie must be up, even though it was still early and she quietly moved to the edge of the doorway. Tears rolled down her face as she watched the scene in front of her; the two people she loved more than life were talking and laughing and didn't even notice she was there. She smiled and silently walked the long way round to the kitchen, giving them time to get to know each other and trying really hard not to feel left out.