Writer: Azure K Mello
Title: A Bond Never Dies
Part: 83 of , or part 1 of Part Three
Words: 449
Plot: Harry goes to school.
I love this ring, Angelina. See, Sophie, you didn't have to wait long: real life can wait!
"Aren't you going to even pretend to be excited for me?" he asked with a half smirk. "This is a good thing. It's something I've wanted. You know I'm ready."
James sighed, "Harry, it's not that I'm not excited for you. I'm just sad for me. I'm losing my little boy."
"I'm thirty seconds away by floo. You could at least pretend."
"Yea!" James said with little enthusiasm as he watched his son tie his tie. "Do you hate robes as much now as you did when you were little?"
Shrugging the boy said, "I'm gonna wear jeans underneath, they won't notice, I'll wear my robes buttoned, like Sevra."
"You can't call him Sevra in class. He'll growl."
"Maybe that will make it worth it," Harry laughed, "Are you going to be okay, Daddy? I could go as a day student."
"No, Harry, I think this will be good for both of us. You're fourteen, I need to start letting go of you at some point."
Pathetically attempting to flatten his hair Harry said, "I'll come home fore supper a few times next week. I swear, you don't lose anything in this deal."
"Thank you, baby."
"Though, if you call me baby in front of my friends I may be forced to hate you."
With a tired laugh James said, "Don't go angsty on me now. You're my friend."
Nodding Harry said, "I know. But, at some point you have to let me go hang out with people my age. Seamus, and Neville, and Ron are nice. You know them. I'm not going into something unknown. And there's Blaise and Draco who I'm not friends with but I know. You know I'll be fine. Can you do something with this?" He pointed at his face.
"Shouldn't I be doing the reassuring part of this conversation?" asked James as Harry helped Davy, his bear, climb into his packing, "Aren't you too old for Davy?" He motioned for his son to kneel down in front of him and wiped at the scar which was instantly concealed with a glamour, "It'll wear off in six months unless you do so before."
"Thanks. And nope, I'm not too old, he's my best friend," Harry replied, "I don't care what people think, it's no worse than bringing a cat."
"You'll remember to write me? You'll take Quill?"
"Quill is old, I'll use school birds and send messages with Mooney, I'll be fine. You're not angry at me for wanting the scar to be hidden, are you? I just, don't want attention for the fact that my mum died to protect me. You know?"
Hugging his son tightly James said, "I know, baby, I know."