This thanksgiving I would like to write a few short Oneshots on being grateful. I hope that you enjoy it. #givethanks
Harry Potter was in his son's room. In his hands was a blanket-the blanket that his mom held him in when he was a baby. It was old and tattered, but it brought back old memories. But not the ones that you would expect.
Him, surrounded by friends standing up, protecting him from Lord Voldemort.
Walking in the forest to his doom, with his mother and father beside him, strengthening him.
Holding a small baby in a bundle and naming him James.
He was surrounded by his family and friends throughout his life, and they supported him through it all. He felt warm inside, and felt an overwhelming sense of love for his friends and family.
Albus walked into his room. "Uh, dad, what are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving." Harry said with a smile as he walked out of the room.
"Uh, thanks." siad Albus.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
This is my first oneshot, so please be nice!