Just to let everyone know I still don't own the right to the HP series.
The wonderful "Wizmage" is still the beta for my HP stories.
And as always reviews are welcome.
Chapter 1: Time
Three months later
The room was completely dark. if you were just passing the door, you would think that no one was in the room at all, but it was like this for the last three months. James Potter was brooding in silence over everything that has happened to him and his son. He could still feel her next to him, touching him, loving him as if it was only yesterday. The love of his life was gone and the only thing keeping him alive was their little boy. Even that was hard for him because every time he looked at Harry he would see her eyes looking back.
Also seeing his father and grandfather alive and well as if they never died was another thing to get use too. Learning he and his son were immortal was a bitter pill to take. To learn that he wouldn't see his sweet and fiery Lilly in the afterlife nearly broke him. Right now being a Potter male was a curse as far as he was concerned. To also learn that no matter how much he loved and still was in love with his deceased wife to know that he had a soul mate and it wasn't her made him want to break things and rage at anyone who comes near him even his supposed soul mate Mirabella.
He was going to start counseling tomorrow as if he gives a hippogriff's flying arse about his feeling or talking about them, but the damn soul mate of his put him in his place about his attitude and how it was effecting his son. He wasn't the only one who lost Lilly Harry did too she said and she had a point.
He needed to start taking a handle on his life and what it means for him and his son now that they were Blood-born immortal wizards. "What did all this shit mean anyway?" he mumbled to himself as he pulled himself out of his brooding period to go check on his son.
As he walked out of his assigned bedroom, two women walked out of the shadows. As they watched James during what they all called the "brooding Hours" to make sure he was ok. Melissa and Mirabella both sighed as they watched the retreating form of James Potter do what he always did at this time of night, Brood, and check on his son after he brooded to himself enough.
"It must be in their DNA all of them the damn fools like to brood over things." Melissa said. "It is as natural to them as flying on a broom." Mirabella rejoin.