Chapter2 – Missing You – James' POV
It was hard, letting Harry go off for school. I haven't seen him in 15 years, I get a month with him, and then he has to leave again.
At least I'm with Lily now.
You don't feel when your dead. You don't eat, you don't breath. And you don't feel anything. You could walk right into something and not even notice unless you see it. Before we crossed back through the veil, I had not kissed my wife in 15 years.
When we got home from the train station, Lily jumped on me and pushed me down onto the couch. She straddled me lap.
"You know what normal parents do as soon as the kids are finally out of the house?" she asked slyly.
"Mourn the loss?" I replied sarcastically.
She smiled evilly. "Not quite…" And then she smothered me with her mouth.
The next four hours were the best in my life. I had not had sex in 15 bloody years. I could have cried.
Anyways, but the next morning all either of us wanted to do was see Harry again.
After breakfast we owled him. We asked when the first Hogsmeade weekend was. We got our reply a little while after lunch. He said he didn't know, but he'd owl us as soon as the notice was put up on the message board.
A few weeks later the owl from Harry arrived saying that their first Hogsmeade weekend would be that weekend. Lily was ecstatic. Almost hyper. It was actually kind of cute. She said she was going to take Harry shopping. I told her there would be plenty of time for that later, and that I was sure that he would want to do that when his classmates weren't around.
It took quite a bit of persuading but I convinced her that we would have a drink and meet Harry's friends and then leave him alone.
When the weekend finally rolled around, we apparated to the Three Broomsticks. We sat at the bar for a while before the students came, chatting with Rosmerta about when we were in school.
When Harry arrived he nearly crushed Lily in a hug, before doing the same to me.
"Can I get a butterbeer, please, Rosmerta?" I asked.
"Oh, come on, get me a firewhiskey," said Harry.
Lily laughed. "In your dreams, Harry."
The door chimed and Harry ran over and pulled his friends over.
"Morning, Mrs. Potter," said Hermione, sitting down next to Lily.
"Eugh, do I look that old? Lily, please," Lily cried.
Hermione laughed. Ron slid into the seat beside her.
Harry sighed. "Er…Mum. Could you…move over," he asked, tilting his Head towards his girlfriend.
Lily laughed and moved into the seat on the other side of mine.
Harry sat in his seat and kissed Hermione on the cheek.
Rosmerta put Harry's bottle down in front of him and scanned the group. "Two more, then?" she asked.
"Go for it," I said. I pulled my money pouch out of Lily's purse and placed six sickles on the counter. "Keep the change."
"So Harry, how are your classes going?" asked Lily.
"Well, I'm getting tons of homework. But everything's alright except my NEWT level potions class. I've only gotten marks for about three assignments, Snape somehow manages to give me zeros for just about everything," Harry sighed.
"Is he giving you trouble?" I asked, a little angry. "I'll deal with him."
"Dad…it's ok. I can handle it."
"He's in a position of power and he's abusing it just to make you miserable. I can deal with it," I replied. Snape would never cease to anger me. He would not destroy my son's future career over some stupid school-boy grudge with me. I was going to talk with Dumbledore.
Lily sighed. "Alright, let's go to Honeydukes," she said.
I could tell she wanted to spoil Harry, having not been in his life for his entire childhood. She wanted to make up for lost time, and for the time Harry had been forced to spend with her sister and brother-in-law.
I felt the same way. Harry had barely had a childhood. He'd grown up with his uncaring relatives, and then had been thrown into a world where everyone knew his name and the entire world he now knew relied on him for safety. It was not something an eleven year old boy should have to go through.
So we bought Harry and his friends some chocolate frogs and fizzing whisbys.
Harry bought Hermione a rose, which Lily then wove through Hermione's braid.
For lunch we went to a small café off Main Street, which most of the students did not know of. We were joined by Ron's sister Ginny, and her boyfriend Draco.
Draco could not be seen with Ginny by his housemates, as most of them were the children of death eaters, and some even death eaters themselves, and viewed Draco as a traitor. He had been given his own private room, away from his house dormitories, for his safety. They could not know about Ginny, as they would view her as a tool to get to him if ever they felt the need. This was why we chose the almost empty café.
Lily and I loved being in Harry's company, but the day could not last long enough, and soon the students had to return to school. We said our goodbyes and headed home as well. We would be missing Harry until their next Hogsmeade weekend.