Chain of Drabbles

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Title: Chain of memories? No! Chain of Drabbles!

Pairing for the chapter:Harry/James Potter

Warnings: none

Prompt: Meeting the family

There were only two instances when James Potter could say with absolute certainty that he had been nervous. No, not nervous, absolutely, completely, honest-to-Merlin terrified.

 

The first was when his son was born and he had had to pick him up:

 

"Mr. Potter, would you like to hold him?" James had paused for a moment, staring at the tiny bundle wrapped in acromantula silk and wool.

It was a person.

 

A very, very tiny person.

 

James had to pause, take a deep breath and gather all the courage and bravado he had left at home that day – honestly Lily shrieking bloody murder was enough to cower even the most hardened warrior, at least he thought so.

 

He picked the bundle up with the help of the Healer, adjusting his grip and position until he could see the scrunched up red faced infant sleeping. It was a comforting weight.

And then Harry had opened his eyes (still a blue tinted grey at the time,) and yawned, seeming to stare straight at him.

 

And James was lost.

The second time wasn't nearly as fun, the second time it was during the final battle between his own son and Riddle. And Riddle had just cast the Avada Kedavra at his baby. And Harry had been hit with it.

 

Needless to say James had been in shock, just staring straight ahead at the battle, watching his son fall on the scorched grass.

Witness would later say that James had screamed at the top of his lungs (and papers would capitalize on it saying it was grief and whatnot.) But James was unable to remember, he would only come out of the daze when he saw his boy sitting up, coughing. And James could do nothing but hug his Harry, hands making sure he was alive while he took turns between kissing him and shouting about his foolhardy.

 

"Don't you ever, ever do that again!" James cried, disregarding everyone as he tugged his son close, refusing to let him out of his sight.

 

"Dad!"

 

"No, don't you dare say anything... if anything happened... if-" He cut himself off, just hugging Harry close, glaring at anyone who would even dare to glance their way.

 

"I'm fine, honest!" came the mumble for the vicinity near his chest.

 

"We'll see about that... that scare deserves a spanking, at the very least!"