Hello, Harry...
He is my son…" James' words almost gave Euphemia a heart attack, her grip on her husband's hand tightened
"Son, would you please explain?" Her husband asks, his tone calm but there is edge to it
Their son looked at both of them hands clasped, the to Sirius who has his brows furrowed, James looked down on to his hands
"I.. I can't actually explain what's going on, I just… Last night I was by the fireplace, clearing my head from some…stuff… Then there's this light, it's blue, then I touched it and It was like I was sucked in a pensieve, I saw them, the memories , his memories,I think.. and then,I saw that he was pulled in a cupboard and locked there, they hit him! They beat him and they lock him up" James rambled, his fists balled until his knuckles turned white
"Oh Darling–"
"His family did all of those, I got him out, I took him out of there, Oh godric! His family… No that's not his family, I'm supposed to be his family, but I couldn't, I …I died, I wasn't there for him"
Euphemia immediately pulled her son into an embrace, her hands rubbing in soothing circles on his back, his shoulders shaking as he clings to her, they stayed like that for few minutes until James has calmed enough
"Mum, can I see him?" He pleads
"Of course, he's just in the next room"
"Yeah okay"
They all went to the next room, James who entered silently trying not to wake up the still sleeping toddler and Sirius, who's eyes went wide as saucers and had clamped his mouth just to not make a noise and stands beside James as they look at each other in a silent communication
Effie stayed by the door, Monty stayed beside her, his hands easing on her shoulders as she leaned in his touch, both releasing breath as they looked at the boys who were going through so much and if only Monty and Effie could take all the troubles away ,they would
"James he looks so much like you" Sirius whispers his voice laced with fascination and disbelief
"I guess"
There's a small silent pause between them before Sirius sits him down by the foot of the bed
"You know, what happened to him wasn't your fault right?"
"But–"
"Ahhh! Prongs, you told us that whoever he is with hurts him and you pulled him out of there and now he's here, no matter how what happened is still as mind boggling as it is, you saved him and now he's here and we all know we'll keep him safe, it's not your fault"
Sirius gives him an assuring smile and James felt less tense , he shot Sirius a playful smile and bump his shoulder
"Why do I feel like I've heard those words before?"
"You need to apply your own words to yourself "
"Why messer Padfoot, how wise"
"Glad to be of your service messer Prongs"
They bursted into laughter toning down when they both realized they laughed a little loud and remembered that there's still the little boy
A pair of bright green eyes looks at them
"Hello" James greets
The boy blinks and slowly sits up and rubs his eyes
"Who are you?" the boy asks
"My name is James, James Potter"
"We're the same? My name is Harry Potter"
"Well yes Harry, we're the same"
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Harry looks at the person in front of him, James,he said his name is James Potter
Potter…
He didn't know there are other Potters too and James says that yes they are the same, but Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon always say–
Harry shots upwards, alarmed
"Harry? What's wrong?" James asks him, confused at the suddenness
"I have to cook bw-break fast, they get mad when I don't"
James then looks at him with a frown, oh no, even James is mad at him now
"I-I'm sowy- sorry, pwe-please don't h-hurt me"
Harry felt more anxious, his lisp is showing again, for sure they would hit him and tell him to fix his speaking
He heard a sniff
James and the black haired boy with him is crying
Oh no this is getting worse, why are they crying?
Harry felt himself pulled into a hug, a really warm hug, no one has hugged him before,
"Harry, Iam never going to hurt you, we are never going to hurt you and We are not letting anyone hurt you again okay?" James says still hugging him
"But why? I bad, I…I fow-forget bweakfast and I don't talk pwo-poperly and I made you cwy"
"You're not bad, no one is bad for not making breakfast, you should not be making breakfast, you're not bad Harry, never bad okay"
Harry is still confused, because aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon always say he's bad and now James says he's not bad
James is still hugging him, he's really warm and he smell like cookies
"Okay"
Harry still doesn't know what's going on, and why he's here but it's so warm and it feels nice and he doesn't feel hurt
Wishing star, can I stay here?