Thanks to:
Lorelai Gilmore46, smittyloveshpfic, QueenNarca, Sirius04L, ladyBlue Wolf, Nika Dawson, N. Beresford, lilyseyes27 (I admit it! The whole end of Fake was because I wanted baby Harry! How could I not? lol), Tyleet27 (You'll see. Though, I doubt Voldemort is a kindegarten teacher... lol), The Most OOC Writer Around, rosemont419, living-is-easy-with-eyes-closed, i'm a misfit
A/N--If anyone wants to give me an approximate age you think Harry is, that would be great. lol
James sat down on his bed, suddenly scared to open the envelope before him. He had expected Sirius to just ignore his letter. Maybe he had. Maybe this was just to tell him to piss off and leave the other man alone. Could he handle that?
Harry cooed from his spot on the floor, giggling when Hedwig, Harry's snow-white kitten, batted at another of the child's toys. James smiled, once again thanking every deity ever known to mankind for the one good thing that had come from his marriage to Lily Evans.
'Lily.'
Shaking his head at the thought of his ex-wife, James carefully opened the letter. One deep breath later and he was skimming over the brief note.
James,
You and Harry can come here on Saturday around three.
Sirius
James blinked.
'That's all he wrote?'
………'He said yes. I'm going to see him.'
Very thankful he was already sitting down, James allowed his lips to twist into a relieved grin. Sirius had agreed to meet him. It was far more than he had dared to hope for.
"What do you say, Harry? You ready to go see Sirius and Uncle Regulus?"
"Goo-lush!" Harry clapped his pudgy baby fingers together.
James laughed at his son's obvious delight at seeing one of his favorite babysitters, second only to Albus Dumbledore and even then only because of all the candy the old man kept stashed away in his office. Grimacing in memory, James bent gown to try to convince Hedwig that his shoes were not a scratching post.
"It's a good thing he doesn't mind you coming, too. Albus may enjoy spoiling you rotten, but I wasn't looking forward to coming home to a hyped-up munchkin covered with chocolate stains."
Harry looked up, wide-eyed and hopeful. "Choklat?"
"After your nap."
"No nap!"
"Then no chocolate."
James scooped up the pouting child, laying him on the huge four-poster bed dominating the majority of the room.
"Dah-dy?"
Crawling in to bed himself, James watched as Harry yawned and squirmed under the covers until only his unruly mop of hair could be seen. James gently carded his fingers through his son's hair. His eyes closed. A nap before grading the third years' essays sounded wonderful.
Hazel eyes snapped back open.
'What am I going to wear?'