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James yawned and stretched. He blinked his eyes and looked out the window. It was still pretty early to be up. He took a shower before going down to the kitchen. He could tell that his mother was already fixing breakfast when he hears the pots and pans clash.
"Morning, Mum," said James. Ginny turned and smiled at him. She turned back to the stove and started flipping the pancakes using magic. James sat on the counter and took an apple. He looked at it before biting into it.
"Get your butt off of the counter, James," scolded Ginny when she saw him. James quickly jumped off. He didn't notice his mother turn around. "How many times do I have to tell you not to sit on the counter? Do you want to clean that up?" She looked about the kitchen. "Or rather clean the whole kitchen up. It's getting filthy."
Harry heard it as he fixed his robes. He kissed Ginny on the cheek. "Who's being hard on him now?" he asked teasingly in a low voice so that only Ginny would be able to hear. "James, would you mind getting my wand for me? It's up there in our bed. I forgot to take it with me," he said.
James didn't move. "I mind," he replied. Ginny eyed him. James turned and headed for the stairs. "He didn't say please, Mum," he said as he went straight to his parents' room. When he got there, he didn't see a wand, rather he saw two tickets to a Quidditch match. He ran down holding it up in front of his father. "Dad, these are the best!" he exclaimed.
"And what do you have to say when you get something you like?" asked Ginny as she set breakfast in the table.
James threw his arms around his father. "Thank you, thank you!" he said. He looked at the tickets again. "But how did you get the tickets? I thought you said you won't be able to get these last week. I heard they were sold out too."
Harry just smiled as he ruffled James's hair. "Did you doubt me? I knew this would be your favorite match." He looked at James intently. It's been a while since his son smiled at him like that. "I was a little hard on you last night. Do these tickets make up for it?" he asked.
"You bet!" said James excitedly. "But to whom does this other ticket go?" he asked, realizing that there were two tickets in his hand and only one of him.
Harry raised his eyebrow. "It's your pick," he said. He turned and started to make his morning coffee. Every time he does this, he remembers the times when he had to make coffee for his Dursleys. He still likes the aroma though.
"Can't you go, Dad?" asked James. Harry was a little surprised at that. He was expecting that he would go with his mother. Ginny would love to take a break and see the match too. "I mean, you got the tickets for me and I bet you'd have fun too. I'll tell you all I know about Quidditch. You'll soon be into it too," said James.
Ginny suppressed a smile. James didn't know Harry and Ginny used to be part of it. "James is right, Harry. Why don't you go and see it with him? You might get hooked on Quidditch yourself," she said, amused.
Harry eyed her, but Ginny just smiled. "All right, then. To the Quidditch match it is," he said. James tried to calm down, but his parents could see the excitement in his eyes. Albus suddenly appeared by the arc connecting the kitchen to the dining room, rubbing his eyes. "Good morning, Al," greeted Harry, he was rather cheerful.
"Good morning," replied Albus. He looked at James. "Why do you look so happy?" he asked, scared that there might be another prank behind James's eyes. He quickly ran to his mother. "Mum, James looks so happy again," he said.
Ginny laughed. "It's got nothing to do with you, Al," she assured him. Ginny ushered the boys to the dining table. "Now eat breakfast. I am going to wake Lily up. We're heading to the Burrow this afternoon, all right, Al?" she said.
Albus nodded without looking up. Harry looked at James and winked. James smiled widely and gobbled up his food. Lily and Ginny soon joined the table and all of them ate breakfast together.
"It's almost time to go," said Harry, looking at his watch. He looked at James who had already readied himself hours ago. Harry smiled as he placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "This is going to be your last match until summer, except for Hogwarts's matches, of course," he said.
James nodded. He ran to his mother and gave her a hug. "Bye Mum, see you tonight," he said. Ginny gave him a light kiss on the forehead. Harry smiled. He gave Ginny a flying kiss and a wave. James waved at Albus too. "See you tonight," he said.
Harry and James went to the match by portkey. When they got there, the whole place was jam-packed with people. Father and Son managed to find their seats. James couldn't contain himself as he shouted along with the other audiences.
"You're Harry, aren't you?" someone said. Harry turned and saw a man grinning widely. "It's nice to see you here. You could've been out there, you know. Seen you from time to time before." He held his hand out. "Chris Boggs, Ministry of Magic, Muggle department. I used to work with Arthur."
Harry smiled and shook the man's hand. "Good to meet you, Chris," he said. He placed his hand on James's shoulder. "This is my son, James," he introduced. "James, this is Chris Boggs. He also works at the Ministry," said Harry.
Chris Boggs looked at James, then back at Harry. "Named him after your father, eh? I've had a chat with James Potter, your father, that is, from time to time. Nice man he was." He turned to James. "James, you must be proud to be Harry Potter's son," he said.
At the word Harry Potter, a lot of people turned and stared at them. Harry took a deep breath, "Come on, James, I'm going to buy us some food to eat while we're here at the match," he said quickly, pulling his son away from the people who were staring at them.
James blinked. "What was that man talking about, Dad?" he asked. Harry didn't reply. He bought two chocolate frogs for James. James tugged on Harry's robes. "Dad, why did a lot of people turn when they heard your name? Dad, are you even listening to me. Mum says it's impolite not to answer when you're being asked," James reminded him.
"Well this is not the right time and place for me to answer it anyway," said Harry. They heard some fireworks crack. Harry pulled James's arm again. "It's starting. Come on, let's watch before we miss the game," he said, thanking the fireworks for disrupting the conversation.
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