Happy Birthday James

Summary: Harry, Lily, Remus, and Sirius celebrate James's birthday.

Harry traced the lines of his father's face with a pencil, occasionally glancing at the photo he was copying, trying to draw his Dad's eyes. It was late, almost midnight on March the twenty-second. Luckily, it was a Saturday. Harry could sleep in tomorrow. The light in the room flickered, and the lamp dimmed, making Harry look up.

He was in his mother's quarters, spending the night as they would be flooing to London in the morning to shop for James's birthday. Lily's schedule had been so busy that she hadn't the time to go shopping. Harry had looked when they went to Hogsmeade last weekend, but everything he had found was either something James had already or wouldn't have.

Harry always said his Dad was the hardest person he had to buy for. He struggled on Father's Day. For Christmas, he had some help from Lily. This time, even she was drawing a blank on what to get James.

It wasn't until an idea came to Harry when he looked at the drawing he did for Lily for her birthday back in January. He had come across a picture of him and James when he was six. They were riding on a broomstick in the backyard. Harry looked at the picture more closely and realized that Lily had taken it on the day they moved into the house in Potter's Bar.

Harry found it amusing growing up in a town that shared his last name.

It was Lily who had found the quaint village years ago. She and her family were going home from her grandparents' house in Hertfordshire and had stopped for petrol. She had thought it was a perfect place to raise a family. When James decided to move somewhere, more out in the country, Lily suggested Potter's Bar. They fell in love with the town and the people there. They fell in love again with the house just outside the town's city limits.

Now, it was home.

Harry had started drawing his six-year-old self, and he heard a shuffling from the hall. He looked up towards the door just as Lily had appeared.

"Harry, it's late. What are you doing up?" Lily asked, pulling her dressing gown around her.

"I couldn't sleep," Harry replied. He sat the pencil down beside the drawing pad, stretching and yawning.

"Harry, are you drawing this?" Lily asked, picking up the picture of a much younger Harry and a much younger James on a broomstick.

"Yeah, I thought it would be part of what I get Dad for his birthday."

Lily returned the photo to its resting place. Harry stood up, heading back to bed. He removed his glasses as he sat on the edge of the bed. He laid back in bed as Lily tucked him into bed, pulling the duvet around him.

"I know you're too old for me to tuck you in."

"Who said I was," Harry retorted.

Lily leaned over and kissed her son's forehead. The minute Harry's head hit the pillow, he was asleep.

"Good night, sweetheart. I love you."

Lily quietly left the room and headed back to her bedroom. She smiled as she thought about tomorrow. They would be preparing for her beloved husband's birthday. While she had the joy of being the oldest, at least by a couple of months, she allowed James to tackle the male roles in the household. He was the head of their house, as her own father was in theirs. Of course, it was that way in James's family. However, since he had been a long-awaited child, James was a little on the spoiled side.

Luckily, Harry was one of those kids who you couldn't spoil, no matter how hard you tried.

She thought back to birthdays past. For James's first birthday with her as boyfriend and girlfriend, Lily had given James a watch she had bought while on Christmas break. It was more casual than the one his parents had given him. He wore the one Lily had given him the most since it was a more casual watch.

For the first birthday as a married couple, Lily had made James's favorite meal, Chicken Pot Pie with a side of roasted potatoes.

She made it for him every year on his birthday and when the mood struck.

Then, for the birthday after Harry was born, Lily would continue making James's favorite meal and getting him presents. She had given him a framed picture of him and Harry for the birthday after Harry was born.

She thought once about getting him a 'Number One Dad' mug. She did get him one for his first Father's Day.

Every year for James's birthday, they would make James's favorite breakfast: a full English breakfast personalized with his favorites, everything but the black pudding and baked beans, which James didn't like.

Present ideas ranged from Auror books, anything Quidditch-related, or anything from his favorite Quidditch team, the Appleby Arrows. He wasn't a fan of clothes as gifts unless the clothes were Quidditch merch.

Like Father's Day, Lily had picked out and bought Harry's present until he was old enough to pick it out himself. Now he was older, Harry picked out the presents and paid for them himself. Sometimes, Harry bought James's present early and hid it in his room in Lily's quarters.

Since Lily had decided to go to London and let Harry go with her, she had been looking forward to the day out with her son. Harry hadn't had the time to spend with Lily for the last few weeks. Between Quidditch, homework, and Ginny, he had been busy. She was looking forward to spending some one-on-one time with her son.

Lily was grateful for the relationship she had with Harry. They had a good one. It was hard to tell which parent he was the closest to. There were quite a few times that Harry had come to her to ask her advice, a lot of it pertaining to Ginny.

There were times when Harry would be alone with Lily, and they had a lot of great talks. Lily wanted a relationship with Harry where he would feel comfortable coming to her about anything. Granted, if it was male-related, Harry went to James first. Then, if he needed to, he would come to her.

She smiled as she thought of the day they would have tomorrow. With those happy thoughts, she went to sleep.

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Lily looked around Quality Quidditch Supplies while Harry browsed through the Appleby Arrows merchandise, looking for something to get for James. She had looked into getting a set of Appleby Arrows robes personalized with James's old number on the Quidditch team back when he played at Hogwarts and his last name.

"Harry?" Lily called, not knowing where he son went. She looked around for her son and found him looking at the robes she had been thinking of getting James. "I see we both have the same idea."

"Getting Dad a set of Appleby Arrows robes?" Harry inquired. They looked at the pale blue robes emblazoned with a silver arrow. The pale blue and silver were the Appleby Arrows colors, and the style of the robes was similar to their uniforms.

"Yes. We could go in on it together," Lily suggested.

"Alright, what size should we get?" Harry inquired. Lily looked through the rack and found the size James would need. She took the robes to the counter and asked for personalization with Potter and the number 7 on the back of the robes.

It was a quintessence that Harry and James had the same jersey number.

After arranging for owl delivery when the robes were ready, Harry and Lily left Diagon Alley for Muggle London. Lily had flooed home one afternoon when James was gone to work to get a good look at his side of the closet. She was taking inventory of what he had, making a list of what he needed. By doing this, she found that some of James's trousers could be replaced and he could use a few new shirts.

"Where to now, Mum?" Harry asked as they stood in the alley in front of the entrance to Diagon Alley.

"Let's head to Oxford Street and see what we can come up with."

Harry took a hold of Lily, bracing himself to the apparition. With a crack, they appeared in an Alley near Oxford Street.

"You think I would get used to this," Harry muttered as he tried to get himself under control.

"I know."

Together, Lily and Harry headed to the shopping street. The only thing Harry needed to find was a frame for the picture he was drawing for James.

"What are you looking for?" Lily asked as she approached a department store.

"A frame for the drawing I'm working on," Harry replied. He stepped in front of Lily and opened the door for his mother.

"Thank you, Harry. I knew I taught you right."

"You drilled it in my head is more like it," Harry whispered softly.

He followed Lily around the store as she looked at trousers, shirts, pajama sets, and a new dressing gown.

"What's the point in buying Dad that if he doesn't wear it?" Harry asked Lily as she looked at the dressing gown she had selected.

"He'll wear it even if I have to make him," Lily replied and headed towards the display of slippers. She turned to Harry. "Oh, while we're here, pick out a pajama set. You could use one with short sleeves."

Harry nodded, knowing she was right. His old pajama set he had worn before the weather got cold was old and worn from use. The pants still looked good, while the T-shirt was more worn and faded. He picked out one that had checked pants and a navy blue t-shirt.

Lily came behind him and looked at his selection. "Okay. Here, hold this." She handed Harry the slippers she selected for James. Lily rearranged the pajama set for James and the dressing gown, taking the slippers when Harry handed them to her.

"Can you carry the rest?" Lily asked, pointing to the trousers and shirts she had been carrying around.

"Sure." He followed Lily towards the tally. As they stood in line, he asked his mother, "Mum, does Dad need all of this?"

Lily turned to her son. "The shirts and trousers are for work, sweetheart. He could have used some new work clothes. What I got him for Christmas was more winter weight." She motioned the selection of trousers and shirts. "This is more for spring weather."

"Okay." James wore Muggle clothes under his robes to work. Since his promotion to Deputy Head, James dressed more professionally on Mondays, the days he usually had meetings, and the days he was in Wizengamot sessions.

After Lily paid for the clothes she got for James, she and Harry headed out to Oxford Street.

"Let's go and see what else we can find, shall we?"

Harry followed his mother from store to store as she looked for things to get for James, and Harry looked for a frame for his drawing.

It was going to be a long day.

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Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower, exhausted. He wanted nothing more than to collapse on his bed in the sixth year's dorm and sleep.

He realized that Hermione would be changing the password for Gryffindor Tower today. He needed to find her or another Gryffindor to find out what the password was.

He found Hermione on rounds at the further end of the corridor. Not wanting to walk all the way toward her, he called out to her.

"Oi Hermione!"

"What?"

"What's the password?" he called back.

Hermione sighed and wrote it down on a piece of parchment. She folded it into a paper airplane and floated it towards Harry. He caught it, thanks to his seeker skills.

"Thanks, Hermione."

"You're lucky I like you."

Harry pretended to pout. "You wound me, Hermione."

"Just go, Harry," Hermione said, sounding like her patience was being tested. Harry concluded she was on her time of the month.

Unfolding the paper, he shook his head. "Really, Hermione."

He walked the long way to Gryffindor Tower, wondering if Ginny was there. He missed her today and wanted to spend some time with her.

"Tempus Vernum," Harry told the Fat Lady. It was Latin for springtime.

As soon as he entered the common room, he noticed his girlfriend curled up on one of the couches. He made his way towards the couch where Ginny was sitting. She was so engrossed in a book that she didn't notice her boyfriend until he sat beside her. She looked up as she felt someone lay their head on her shoulder.

"Hey, Babe," she greeted.

"Hey, Gin."

Ginny closed her book and turned to her boyfriend. "How was shopping?"

"Exhausting," Harry replied. He removed his shoes and socks, wiggling his toes to stretch them. "But we got Dad's presents bought."

"Did you find a frame for your drawing?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah. After going to six different stores, I found one."

Ginny looked at her boyfriend for a second. She uncurled herself, sitting back down on the couch, sitting her feet on the floor. She patted her lap and waited as Harry laid his feet in her lap. Ginny often massaged Harry's feet after Quidditch practice or on the days when Harry spent most of it walking from class to class. He returned the favor after her busy days.

"Other than the drawing, what else are you getting for James?" Ginny asked as she started to massage Harry's left foot.

"I owl ordered a book I heard Dad mentioning he would like to have. It's the book about the greatest Aurors in the twentieth century. It's the newest addition. It's supposed to be in tomorrow."

Ginny smiled when she heard Harry purr when she started to dig into the fleshy part of his foot.

"I figured you were getting James that prank book you mentioned?" She asked.

"I'm saving it for Father's Day."

"Did you eat?" Ginny asked.

"We got dinner at the Leaky Cauldron before flooing back to Mum's quarters."

"Did Hermione or Ron give you the password?"

"Hermione, I didn't see Ron," Harry murmured.

The young couple sat in silence for a little while on the couch until Harry started struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Sweetie," Ginny whispered, patting Harry's arm. "Go to bed, Harry. You look tired."

"I think I will." Harry got up from the couch. He leaned over and kissed Ginny good night. "Good night, Gin."

"Good night, Harry. I love you."

"I love you too."

After Harry picked up his socks and shoes, he headed upstairs to the sixth-year boys' dorm. As it was still early in the evening, the dorm was empty.

He placed his shoes beside his bed, threw his socks in the hamper, and walked to the bathroom. He washed his face, brushed his teeth, quickly relieved himself, and washed his hands before he headed to bed. Because Harry was too tired to find his pajamas, he stripped down to his boxers and collapsed into bed, snuggling under the covers.

He was asleep in a matter of minutes.

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James flooed to Hogwarts Wednesday evening to be at Hogwarts for his birthday. He was going to be there for work reasons. It was a bonus that he would be there for his birthday. He could celebrate with his wife, son, and best friend.

He started by looking around Lily's quarters to see if he could find his birthday presents. Lily must have hidden them well because he couldn't find them.

He headed down to the Great Hall as it was approaching time for dinner. On the way, he met up with his best friend, who was a brother in everything but blood.

"Padfoot," James called.

Sirius turned around at the voice and smiled. "Prongs, old man, it's good to see you."

They hugged in that manly way, patting each other on the back. This was exactly how they have greeted each other since they were teenagers. The funny part for Sirius and James was Harry and Ron did the same thing when they hadn't seen each other in a while.

They walked together to the Great Hall for dinner, discussing the lecture plans. The lecture plans they had for a group of seventh-years who planned to join the Aurors after Hogwarts.

"I'm not even going to mention Harry has the highest time recorded completing the obstacle course."

Sirius chuckled. "I still can't believe he beat your time."

James smiled as he thought of how proud he was of his son. Anytime anyone said to him, "You must be so proud of your son," he would smile, tilt his head to the side, and reply, "More than words can say."

"I know. He even beat yours," James chuckled, remembering Sirius's face when he found out that Harry had beaten his time.

"He'll have an upper hand when it's his turn next year, won't he?" Sirius stated.

"I don't want to think about that right now. In my mind, Harry is still that little boy who would run to greet me when I came home." James paused for a second to let himself come to reality. "I must have blinked. Harry will be of age this summer. If it wasn't for the fact he told Lily and I that he would wait until he was eighteen to move out, Lily would be crying now."

Sirius nodded, knowing what James meant. Harry had grown up too fast before their eyes.

They turned the corner and saw a familiar sandy-headed man halfway down the corridor.

"Moony!" the two men called.

Remus turned around and found his two best friends coming toward him.

"Hello James, good to see you."

"Nice to see you too. I'm assuming that Lily is having dinner in the Great Hall."

"I think so. When I talked to her earlier, she said she was," Remus confirmed.

The three men headed down to the Great Hall. Professor Dumbledore nodded in greeting. Professor McGonagall watched them as they headed to their usual seats.

Lily entered the Great Hall, walked straight to her husband, and kissed him in greeting. After they kissed, Lily cupped James's face with her hands.

"What is my rule for sitting up here with me?" she asked.

"Behave," James replied. " Or I will be sitting with Harry."

Lily smiled, patted his head, and sat down in her chair. "How was your day?" Lily inquired to start a conversation.

James told her about his day filling out paperwork, working ahead so he could take off to Hogwarts. He told her he had taken Saturday off, planning on spending the day with Lily and Harry.

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow for my breakfast," James whispered to Lily.

"I think you'll like the grapefruit I got you." Lily watched as James's face dropped.

"You what?"

Lily looked at her husband for the longest time before she burst into laughter.

James looked at Sirius and Remus, who shrugged and then back to his wife.

"I'm kidding, James. I know what you want for breakfast. I'll even serve it in bed for you if you want."

James sighed, relieved. "Oh good."

Harry entered the Great Hall with Ginny right after dinner had begun. He caught his mother's gaze, and she crooked her finger in a 'come here' gesture.

The raven-headed teen sighed inwardly and walked to his mother.

"Hey, Dad," Harry greeted his father.

"Hi Son, where were you and Ginny before dinner?" he asked, with a smirk. Harry's hair was messier than usual. His face was flushed. If James didn't know any better, Harry and Ginny had been off somewhere snogging.

"Library," Harry answered, hoping his parents believed him.

Lily accepted it, while James was unsure.

"Are you staying in my quarters tonight, or are you staying in the dorm?" Lily asked her son.

"Staying in the dorm, but I'll be there for breakfast," Harry replied. "Don't eat all the sausage before I get there," he told his father.

He left to head back to the Gryffindor table. He sat next to Ginny at the table.

James smiled as he watched his son and his girlfriend. He watched them talk, eat, and laugh at whatever the other one said.

It then hit James that while Harry got older, so did he.

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Harry walked down to his mother's quarters early Thursday morning. He didn't bother changing clothes. He slipped on a pair of shoes, pulled his hoodie over his sleep shirt, and headed to Lily's quarters for breakfast. James's breakfast of choice was a full English breakfast. Only he wanted it personalized with his favorites. Harry preferred pancakes or waffles with sausage and bacon.

He planned to make chocolate chip scones at some point today.

As he approached his mother's quarters, he reviewed in his head what he had got James for his birthday. He had the drawing of James and Harry from when Harry was little and put it in a frame. Then he got the book. Harry had owl ordered The Greatest Aurors in the Twentieth Century. The last thing Harry got James was an assortment of James's favorite candy from Honeydukes. He had 'borrowed' the catalog from Sirius and ordered the candy for James and some extra dark chocolate bars for Ginny.

He threw in the truffles for Lily. He got her the candy as a peace offering, hoping it would help her forgive him for getting James candy.

Upon reaching the portrait of Nurse Helga, Harry muttered the password and headed into his mother's personal quarters.

Lily was awake and in the kitchenette, making breakfast, when he came in. She turned around when the portrait hole opened and saw Harry come in.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Lily greeted. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah," Harry answered, stifling a yawn. "Just took me a while to fall asleep."

Lily took a closer look at her son. Harry looked tired to her. Only there weren't any dark circles under his eyes. She flicked her wand at the food to finish cooking. She collected cups of tea, bringing them to the table. She sat one cup down in front of Harry.

"Thanks, Mum," Harry murmured.

"You're welcome." Lily started to fix plates of food, starting with James's first. Setting his plate to the side on the counter, she turned to Harry.

"Let's go and see if Dad's awake."

Harry followed Lily into her bedroom. James was still asleep, his back to Harry and Lily.

Lily approached the bed slowly, walking around to James's side of the bed. She approached the side, leaning over her husband. She gently shook his shoulder.

"James, honey, it's time to wake up."

James grunted in reply and turned over to face Harry. Lily and Harry shared a look for a second. Then Lily nodded. Harry, who had taken his shoes off upon entering Lily's quarters, climbed onto the bed and crawled towards James.

"Dad?" Harry poked James's shoulder.

Suddenly, James shot up, catching Harry by surprise. He dragged Harry under him and started tickling his son.

Harry's laughter filled the room. "Dad, stop," Harry breathed. "Uncle!" He shouted when James reached his stomach.

James stopped, grinning down at his son. "How long has it been since I did a tickle attack?"

"Long enough," Harry panted.

"Okay, you two, breakfast is ready," Lily said, reminding them she was there.

James sat up, picking up and putting on his glasses. He stood up, slipping on his slippers. He walked around the bed towards his wife.

"Good morning, Lily-Flower."

They kissed each other in greeting. "Good morning, Birthday boy. Happy Birthday."

"Thank you, Flower."

James turned towards his son. He smiled as he noticed that Harry was almost as tall as he was, almost.

He wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulder. Harry said, "Happy birthday, Dad."

"Thanks, Son."

The two Potter men headed into the kitchenette and dining area, finding Lily had served breakfast on the table while waiting for them. James sat down in his usual place and smiled at his full plate.

"Want some mushrooms, Harry?" James asked, teasing.

"No, thanks," Harry hastily replied.

Lily sat down with her breakfast plate. Without a word, the three Potters started eating their breakfast. They discussed the plans for the day and what they had planned on doing. James listened as his wife reviewed the day's plans. Remus and Sirius had a few classes that day but would be there for dinner that night.

"Since you don't have class today, Harry, what are your plans?" Lily asked.

"Ginny doesn't have class until Potions this afternoon. She asked me to help her with her defense essay. So I'm meeting her in the library. Then I'll spend the afternoon with Dad."

James smiled at that idea. He would have the afternoon free. He was working with the seventh years that morning.

"That sounds fine to me. Is the pitch free?" James inquired.

"I checked with Madam Hooch. She said that it was free. In case I booked it. Though, I think she knew why."

Lily smiled as she watched her boys talk and bond. She had feared that Harry wouldn't have a good relationship with James. But like her relationship with Harry, he and James were just as close.

Once breakfast was over, the Potters got ready for the day. Harry took advantage of having some of his uniforms and toothbrush in his mother's quarters and got ready in his room. After getting ready for the day, Harry, James, and Lily headed to the Great Hall.

Harry headed to the Gryffindor table, while James and Lily headed to the head table. Sirius smiled as James approached. He looked like the cat that caught the canary.

James sighed. Sirius did this every year, a tradition they all hated. He did it no matter how much they begged him to stop. For some reason, Harry was passed upon the serenade.

"Happy birthday, James," Remus greeted as James sat down.

James nodded to him. "Thank you."

As others wished him a happy birthday, James glanced at Sirius, who looked like he was about to pop if he didn't sing soon. James hated this tradition as much as Lily did. Sirius couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.

"Alright, Padfoot, get it over with," James sighed.

Sirius cleared his throat and began to sing.

"Happy Birthday to You!

Happy Birthday to You!

Happy Birthday, Dear James!

Happy Birthday to You."

Those who were in the Great Hall applauded. Lily noticed that Harry had tried to keep from laughing, failing miserably.

"Happy now, Sirius," James muttered as Sirius passed him.

"Very."

James turned to Lily, who was deep in conversation with Madam Pomfrey. He sometimes wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He knew he would marry Lily Evans one day, but no one could have guessed the life they had lived thus far.

He looked at his friends, Remus and Sirius, grateful to still have them both in his life.

Looking towards the Gryffindor table, he found his son talking to Ginny. He was smiling at her as she talked animatedly about something. How did he get lucky with a son like Harry? He didn't know.

As he got up to follow Sirius to the Defense classroom, where he would first give a lecture about Aurors in Sirius's second-year class, he thought of how great his life had turned out.

He was looking forward to spending some time with his son and later to Lily's Chicken Pot Pie.

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That evening, James, Lily, Harry, Sirius, and Remus gathered to celebrate James's birthday. To Lily, this one was birthday was a special one. James had been involved in a serious accident last fall, and the healers weren't sure if James was going to make it in the beginning. James's recovery and the speed was miraculous. Seeing him sitting at the head of the table, smiling and laughing, made her all the more thankful.

"Okay," She said, breaking into the conversation of who was the best prankster. "Time to share our favorite memory with James from the year. I will go first. My favorite memory is Christmas, sitting on the couch watching It's a Wonderful Life. We cuddled together and watched the movie with popcorn, a fire in the fireplace, covered with blankets. It's my favorite because it was something that I wanted to do for a long time. To sit on the couch together, watch my favorite black and white Christmas movie, and just be together."

"Where were you?" Sirius asked Harry.

"I was there too, only I fell asleep halfway through the movie," Harry replied. "Sirius can go next. I need to think about mine."

Sirius smiled. "My favorite memory is when me, you, and Harry went on that road trip last summer. Harry fell asleep in the car. You and I talked. It was nice to have some time just me and you."

"Why do I feel like I was intruding?" Harry asked.

"You weren't," James assured him.

"Alright. My favorite memory is also from the road trip we took last summer. It was burying Sirius in the sand, creaming you in that game we played, that one you kept wanting a rematch on, and then that prank on Sirius."

"Which one?" James asked his son.

"The shaving cream one," Harry replied.

"Now that was fun." James turned to Sirius. "I can't take credit for the shaving cream prank." James pointed at Harry. "That was his idea."

Sirius's expression was one of shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Harry shrugged. "It wasn't the first one I had planned myself."

"Okay, my turn," Remus interjected. "My favorite memory is when I came to you and asked about how you proposed to Lily and to get advice on asking Dora to marry me. I can't thank you and Lily enough for putting us together."

"You're welcome, Moony. Seeing you happy makes us happy," Lily said, patting his hand.

"Okay, present time!" James announced.

They moved to the sitting room. James sat down in his favorite armchair. Lily handed him one of her presents first.

"These are all from me," Lily informed her husband.

"Geez, Lily. How much stuff did you get me?" James asked, looking at the pile of presents Lily had sat down beside him. He opened the presents and found that he now owned a complete work wardrobe for spring, complete with new slippers, a dressing gown, and pajamas. His shoes and boots he wore for work were still good. Lily had just bought him new shoes and a pair of boots for Christmas.

"Now, this is from Harry and me." Lily handed James the large box. Ripping open the paper, he found this present had come from Quality Quidditch Supplies, meaning it could be one thing. He picked up the lid and opened the box.

"Oh, Lily, Harry, you didn't."

"You've wanted a set of Appleby Arrow robes for a while. Now you have a set."

"Thank you, Lily, and thank you, Harry."

"You're welcome, Dad. These are from me." Harry handed James his presents.

Picking the smaller of the two boxes, James ripped into the paper. He opened the box, pausing at the sight of the framed drawing of him and Harry on a broomstick when Harry was six. It was their first fly in the back garden when they moved into the house.

"Harry, this is….." James trailed off, the words leaving him. "It's beautiful. You did a good job." He looked up at his son. "How did you know this was my favorite picture?"

Harry looked at Lily and smiled. "A little birdie told me."

James picked up the second box, opening it to find the book he had been wanting.

"Harry, how did you get this?" He asked.

"I owl ordered it."

"I'm just glad it wasn't another prank book," Lily stated.

Harry breathed out a sigh of relief. He may not be as lucky on Father's Day. He had planned on finding the prank book his Dad used to have and giving it to him on Father's Day.

Remus was next to hand him his present. It was an assortment of quills and parchment, personalized with 'From the desk of James Potter' on the top.

Sirius had given James a signed copy of a biography of James's favorite player on the Appleby Arrow's.

"Thank you, everyone, for the gifts."

Lily smiled, hugging her husband and kissing his cheek.

"You're welcome."

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James laid awake that night, watching Lily sleep. He smiled as he thought of their life together thus far. They were happily married, had a wonderful son together, and were both where they wanted to be career-wise. He got up slowly so as not to disturb Lily. He quietly walked into Harry's room, finding his son asleep.

He watched Harry sleep for a little bit before heading back to bed. He had a great birthday. He had gotten a lot of great stuff. Besides the gifts, Lily made him a coupon book just for fun. In it were coupons that were redeemable with Lily and Lily only. It ranged from cooking his favorite meal to a massage, which James decided he would cash in on when she and Harry were home for Easter.

James smiled as he thought of his life. He was now thirty-seven years old, almost forty, granted he had a couple of years. He had started to find gray hair in his black hair and blamed most of it on Harry.

As James laid back down, he thought back to birthdays past. With those happy thoughts, James fell asleep. He dreamed of a future filled with happiness, laughter, and maybe some grandchildren.

With those happy dreams, James settled into a deep sleep.

AN: Okay, I have a question. I'm thinking about writing a fic where Harry decides he wants to become an Animagus. My question: what animal should Harry be? Let me know in the reviews or a PM.

Thank you to the ones who gave me suggestions for the three other people Harry could see with the Resurrection Stone. You have given me a couple of ideas. I'm still open to suggestions!

Enjoy!