Harry/Draco/Draconia

Harry/ Draco/Draconia
Chapter eleven: Wallowing Mr. Potter?


It was the night before the wedding and Sirius and Remus had to practically drag James to his own son’s bachelor party at the three broom sticks, in a private room Sirius had hired for the night.

James had protested “come on you guys, don’t do this. What makes you so sure he’s going to want me there? And besides after what I heard about the Weasley men, they’ll be out for my blood after what I did. I would rather save Harry a blood free Bachelor party thank you very much.”

At the three broom sticks the party of seventeen waited for Ron to bring the guest of honour. James, Sirius, Remus. They were joined by all the Weasley brothers and Arthur Weasley, minus Percy whom died at the end of last year in the final battle.

Oliver Wood, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom. And they were joined by Colin and Denis Creevey, they along with Kingsley and Lee Jordan.

Before Harry and Ron arrived James went to the bathroom. Sirius and Remus had their suspicious that James had apparated inside the men’s bathroom. When Harry arrived Sirius asked him to go and see if his father had fallen in the toilet or apparated out of the pub.

Harry raised an eyebrow at that and asked “my father is here?” Remus nodded and said “yes he is, but it was not on his terms. We practically had to drag him here swearing like I’ve never seen him do before.”

Harry frowned as he asked “he didn’t want to come to night?” Sirius shook his head and replied sadly “no Harry I’m afraid he didn’t. He still feels he has no right to be here celebrating your last night of freedom before you’re shackled to the lovely Miss Lupin.”

Remus added “he felt like no one would want him here after what he’d done. He knows he’s done wrong, he also knows everyone here knows what he’s done, and that shames him greatly.”

Harry sighed and shook his head before he told Ron “meet me Ron out side the men’s loos in ten minutes. Looks I’m going to have to drag Mr. Guilt out of the men’s loos before we can get this party kicked off.

Regardless of what he’s done to me he’s still my father. Don’t get me wrong I have by no mean forgiven him yet, he’s still in the dog house and the shitter with me. But he’s still my father, and he’s here I might as well make the best of it, no use in alienating him from me.”

He made a point of finishing his sentence whilst looking at the entire Weasley male members. He knew they would not be pleased to see his father after what had happened. Harry headed to the men’s bathroom to bring his guilt wallowing father out of there.

Arthur sighed and hissed and told his son’s “I don’t want any of you giving James a hard time you hear me? Don’t think I haven’t seen the dirty looks you’ve all been sending his way, it was enough to drive the man into men’s toilets. And I think Harry had more then an inkling of what had drove his father to seek refuge in the men’s bathroom, that’s if the look he sent the lot of us as he finished that sentence was anything to go by.

I know he has done wrong and I by no mean condone what he has done. But the main point that you lot don’t see is he is Harry’s father. He is his father and he has returned to face the consequences of his actions, knowing he was going to get persecuted for them. He knew that, a lesser brave man would have never returned, but the point is boys James Potter did return.

He is paying for his mistakes, believe me he is paying. He has missed out on all the firsts that a father shares with his son, all the firsts I had the pleasure of sharing with the six of you. You shall all understand when the time for you to share those firsts with your own son’s comes to pass.”

They all nodded having taken in what the older man had said. Arthur nodded his head to Sirius and Remus. He commented “well, you two lead the way. I’m sure Harry and Ron will be able to find us along with James just fine.”

Mean while Harry entered the men’s bathroom and saw his father was leaning over one of the sinks and was staring into the mirror as water dripped from his chin. His father looked aggravated and clearly itching to escape.

“So did Padfoot or Moony or both of them send you in here to see if I had fallen down the loo, or escaped?” James asked dryly. Harry smirked. His father truly did know Sirius and Remus inside and out, even after all of those years apart.

Harry sighed “both of them, Sirius especially. They said you didn’t want to come here to night.” James sighed “I didn’t want to come here to night, I knew the Weasley men would be invited, I knew they would be out for my blood as soon as they saw me. I felt more then a little daunted at facing the family that were there for you when I wasn’t and should have been.”

Harry sighed irritably “I understand your reasons for leaving, but it does mean I have to like it. I spent the last seventeen years of my life believing you and mum were dead. Only to later on find out that was a load of bull shit. That you left because mum was pregnant with Acacia.

I can’t help but feel that you’d rather have Acacia over me; at least she didn’t cause you all of this trouble that I had with that blasted prophecy. I never asked to be born, I never asked for the childhood I had.

All I ever wanted was to be with you and mum, I would have willingly given everything up to just be with you and mum. But then I discovered you betrayed me, that more then put this whole situation into a new perspective for me.”

James looked at his son remorsefully. “I never wanted to leave you behind neither did your mother, but because your mother and I were afraid, terrified to the point that we weren’t thinking properly. I know that’s no excuse that saying sorry won’t take way all the pain you have suffered during your childhood.

Not a day ever past where I and your mother ever stopped thinking about you, or ever ceased to stop craving to be with you. Of course the birth of Acacia had helped, but that was not the same. You were and still are our first born. You always have been and always will be mine and your mother’s baby boy no matter how old you get.”

James’s voice cracked “I’ve never been so proud up until I saw what you have become. I wish I could take credit for the wonderful and intelligent man that you have become but I know that honour shall never be mine.
That honour belongs to Arthur and Molly Weasley and Sirius and Remus. I shall for ever be grateful and indebt to the Weasley family and Sirius and Remus.”

Unknown to either Harry or James that Ron had been listening to their entire conversation. He realised how right his father had been, James Potter truly was paying for what he had done. The man did deserve some slack at least.

Naturally they weren’t about to throw a party in his honour or name a special day after him. But Arthur was right a less brave man would have never returned. Regardless James Potter truly was a true Gryffindor.

Ten minutes later father and Son exited the men’s bathroom. Ron nodded his head to each Potter. “Harry Mr. Potter.” James shook his head looking pained and commented “James Please call me James. Merlin, my father and Harry’s grandfather was Mr. Potter.”

Both teens snorted at this, while James continued to look like he had swallowed something nasty belonging to Snape.

Ron nodded and commented “ok Harry, James follow me, we’ve got a bachelor party to get started. Its not every day you’re shackled to your ex-enemy turned female.” Harry glared “your not going to let go of that fact any time soon are you Ronnikins?”

Ron shot Harry a dirty look and replied through clenched teeth “bloody hell mate, did you have to bring up that despicable pet name my foul bothers made up?”

Harry grinned positively gleeful and replied “naturally Ronnikins.” Ron spat something undesirably obscene under his breath, causing Harry and James to snigger.