Nostalgic
Nostalgic
He scratches the stubble on his chin as the train disappears out of sight. Arms wrap around his middle, their owner pressing a kiss to the back of his shoulder.
“I can still remember my first day so well. I felt as if I’d stepped inside a story. I kept expecting to wake up and find it was all a dream.”
His arm snakes around her shoulder, pulling her up next to him.
“I sometimes wished I could go back in time and well, I would change what I said then, to you. I wished I’d been less…”
She pokes his chest. “James, don’t even think about it. You were a kid. You were a dumb kid some days, a good kid other days, and you grew up to be a good man, a wonderful father.”
She turns her head and looks at him.
“I hope Harry makes friends, and well, that he doesn’t cause the Professors too much trouble, but honestly, I hope he learns more than just Spells. And he can’t learn without making mistakes. Just like we did…”
“Mrs. Potter, are you saying you’re husband is not perfect?”
“Mr. Potter, I absolutely am, and you know what, I love him all the more for that.”