Sorry! Sorry! I was away in camp this whole weekend, only to come back to find a Once upon a time episode that was really... Emotional.

It wasn't the best episode for swantheifers.

James Pov

James walked three times in front of a seemingly blank wall. With each turn he thought, Give me a place to rest, a place I can just be with my family like this never happened.

He was pretty sure that if thoughts could be shaky, his were. James waited patiently for the door to appear, but inside he was just a puddle of mixed emotions.

Some snide part of him told him that he already knew about his wife's death, but hearing it come out of his past headmaster's mouth was just that much more real.

Walking through the door, James sat down on a couch in his custom room slowly, not taking in his surroundings.

He rested his shaking hands on his shaking knees, hoping that they would manage to hold up his head as he put it onto his sweaty palms.

James let his thoughts whiz around his head and create terrible ideas of what might of been how Voldemort had killed of his Lily Flower.

James had finally let go. It was too hard trying to hold back every terrifying thought he possessed, especially when he got into Albus's office.

His thoughts were interrupted by a very familiar giggle. James looked up, the way Harry was treated at the moment made that giggle something he thought for sure he'd never hear again.

But sure enough, in plain view of him was a giggling, bouncing baby, the same one that had somehow survived that special, though not in a good way, Halloween night.

"Harry!" James cried before scooping up the kid in his arms. James was starting to wonder when he'd see the 'getting to be with his family' part of his command to the room, and the edition was wonderful.

The Harry who grew up with no parents, the Harry who was an orphan, the Harry who lives with the Dursleys, was a very, very sad Harry.

The Harry who was just over a year old, the Harry who still ate baby food, the Harry who wasn't an orphan, was a very, very fun Harry.

Now, don't get James wrong, he loved the older version of his Harry a lot, but he wasn't the same Harry.

Basically, in James' point of view, he had two sons now, and wanted them both. The happy Harry and the older Harry.

Just then, Harry poked James in the face, obviously trying to get his attention. "What do you want, Prongslet?"

James asked, using the nickname Sirius always called his godson. James felt a strong pang at Sirius's name.

He tried not to think of where his friend had ended up after he was killed. Meanwhile, Harry was pointing forcefully at a Chudley Cannons crib that was packed into a corner of the giant room.

"Nap time? Since when did you like naps?" James murmured as he picked up a blanket and a stuffed phoenix toy.

Harry just looked at him with puppy dog eyes. James sighed, but he really was glowing.

Harry was just like he always had been, except for the easier nap time routines. James laid his son down onto a pale blue bed spread, then covered him in the blanket and gave him the toy.

"Bye, Harry." James whispered, not expecting an answer. Harry, after all, only knew how to say dada, mama, padfoot, prongs, and moony.

"Bi dada?" Harry's voice replied, confused about the meaning to the new word. James drew in a quick breath, but his forming smile turned upside down.

Lily should witness this, he thought sadly. She should be here, hear her son's new word.

James kissed Harry's forehead, then went on a search to find Lily.

He had asked to see his WHOLE family, after all.

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