Round 3 my friends! A bit of Potter family interaction now. I hope you enjoy it. Sorry if it still feels a bit slow but it is only just kicking into gear. Bg.97 xx

Harry made a face of curiosity as he heard the doorbell ring at their Godric's Hollow home. They hadn't been expecting company... He made to answer it.

When he opened the door, he was delighted to see his eldest son, stood there smiling, with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

Harry gasped, "Flowers? For me? You shouldn't have Jamie!"

James rolled his eyes as he pulled his dad in for a hug. "You're such a goof Dad. Merlin's beard, I've missed you."

Harry was suprised at his son's sudden sentimentality, but straightened up as he registered his words. "Well you wouldn't have had to miss us if you actually bothered to show up at The Burrow for Sunday family brunch. Or answered our owls. Or I don't know, popped in and visited us at work considering your house, which is technically mine, is only a 15 minute walk away from my office."

James looked into the air as if looking for a response, when his mother walked through the dining room into the corridor, "Jamie, I thought I heard you. You're just in time for dinner."

The three of them sat at their dinner table, the air feeling empty without the bustle that the whole family would provide.

Harry coughed, breaking the silence. "Well done on the Captaincy. We were all so excited to hear the news- front page of the Prophet! Your mother was thrilled to write the article. Your Uncle Ron cried! Actual tears! Oh, and little Hector jumped up and down yelling 'Captain Uncle Jay'"

James smiled at the thought of Teddy and Victoire's son cheering for him.

"Thanks Dad, it wasn't easy."

"I can imagine," Ginny chipped in. "The level of the British Tournament this year was ridiculous. The fact that you came out in the position you did, without injuries, is more than a mere achievement."

The other Potters nodded in agreement.

"So... How are the 2nd and 3rd favourite Potter children doing?"

Harry chuckled at the phrase James had always used, often to Albus and Lily's chagrin. "I spoke to Lily this morning, actually. She's doing really well: life in Paris has been good for her. She's bought herself a new flat overlooking the Seine." At this, James was visibly impressed. "The Shop has been doing really well. In fact she's had to get in a bit of help- it's a mix of muggle uni students and trainee interns from the French Ministry. She's made good friends."

"I hope these aren't male friends."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Just as protective as ever, I see."

"How about the dreaded middle child?" James asked, earning an elbow in the ribs from his mother.

"I assume he's doing well. I'm yet to hear a bad report come in the office, so he's definitely behaving himself at work..."

"But outside of work?..." James pushed.

"You know that he always tries to hide his personal life from us."

"And fails."

"True. I'm not quite sure what's going on with him. I saw Scorpius at work today. He told me that he's meeting up with some friends he made at the bar last weekend."

"I definitely hope these aren't male friends. What happened to Seth?"

"That's not to be mentioned."

"Bloody hell, how did he balls it up this time?"

"James! Don't talk about your brother like that!" Ginny berated. She paused and sighed, "You know how he gets. He fell in love a bit too fast and Seth found it... overwhelming. He told Al that he was too clingy and broke up with him."

"It's a shame really. He was a nice guy," Harry added.

"And an even better Quidditch player," James finished.

Ginny sighed, "I do sometimes wonder how you 3 are our children."

James sipped his drink and looked to his mother, "What did you think of training today? How did it look?"

His mother shrugged, "Good but I've definitely seen you play better. Try and tuck your arm in a bit closer when you've got the quaffle; it will add precision to your flying."

He nodded slowly as his brain catalogued the tip.

"Oh, and your beater- Greene- needs to actually try and bloody aim when he hits the bludger."

"That's what I always say! See Mum, I always said that you should have become a coach rather than a reporter when you retired."

Ginny blushed at the compliment. Then James shattered the moment.

"So who was that girl that was with you?"

Ginny threw her cutlery down, "Merlin, Jay, you're relentless!"

James threw his hands up in defence. "What did I say wrong?"

"You haven't been home in weeks, but as soon as you find out that I'm working with an attractive girl, you jump straight in there!"

"Bloody hell Mum! You're overreacting. I was just asking a friendly question about your work."

Harry placed a hand on his wife's shoulder. "It might just have been an innocent question, Gin."

Ginny breathed in deeply and shook her head to calm down. "Right, yeah. Sorry. Her name's Elizabeth, she's my new junior reporter."

James smiled, her name rolling off his tongue, when his mother raised a damning finger at his chest.

"No James Sirius Potter, don't you dare."

"What?"

"I raised you. You lived in this house for 21 years, so don't think I don't know that face by now. The face you make when you've picked your next target."

"Okay, I admit that she is somewhat attractive. Is that such a bad thing to say?"

"For you it is." James rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't try anything if I were you. She already thinks you're an arrogant prick."

"Harsh; considering I've never spoken to her."

Ginny laughed. "Well that will change tomorrow since she's interviewing all the team."

James smirked. This should be good.

As always, reviews are much appreciated. Will update soon. Bg.97 xx