Author's Note: Ello, Sorry I took so long to update but I got busy. Oh, Harry's nickname: Griff or Griffin is mine if you want to use it you will have to ask me first. Jesse.


Harry sat watching his father. (Could he really have lung cancer? Do he really only have six months to a year to live?) James gave a groan and slowly opened his eyes. Harry gave a sharp intake of breath and was about to go get Sirius when he felt a hand on his wrist, looking down he saw that James had grabbed his wrist to keep him from leaving. Harry slowly lifted his gaze to meet his father's. " Dad" Harry said softly.

James smiled then answered, "Hmmm."

"Aaaaa…. Are you…? Aaaa…." Harry said.

"Are you trying to ask if I'm ok?" James said. Harry nodded. " I'm fine."

Harry just stared at him.

"O.k. Ok. I'm as fine as I can be."

"All right. This is kind of weird."

"Yeah it is. What's on your mind, Griff?"

"Huh. What?"

" What's on your mind?"

" How do you know something on my mind?"

" Your Mom always got that same look in her eye when something was on her mind. Now, what's the mater?"

" Well, the doctors said you had lung caner." Harry was shocked when James snorted and shook his head.

" I don't. It's just how my body's reacting to the Syis."

"Syis?"

"It's the type of metal the bullet was well is made of."

"What dose it do?"

"Well, it just as to work it's way through my system."

"Why did you call me Griff?"

"I've always called you Griff. It's my nickname for you I guess."

"Cool."

"Glad to see you two have finely got the chance to talk." Sirius said as he walked in.

" Hey Sirius, has Neville got here yet?" Harry said.

"Yup. He's talking to his Mom and Dad as we speak." Sirius said.

"Good." Harry said.


Author's Note: Ello, I think I will end this pretty soon but there will be a squeal called The Legend of The White Stag.