Dear Harry,
I won't ever thank you enough. You story became my story many years ago and it still is today. On the day of your 42nd birthday, I'd like to spend a few words.
Harry, you remain, after all these years, one of the best literary protagonists I've ever heard of, I've ever read about, I've ever come to know. I really can't understand all of those people who say you're kinda too perfect, too kind, too good. You're everything but perfect, but yes, you're good, kind, gentle and this is what I love about you the most. Because you haven't ever cared about other people's thoughts, opinions, about all the tea that has always been spilled.
I recently re-listened to the first chapter of the very first book, and, though I knew it was one of my favorites, now I'm able to understand why I adore it so much. Because it's you. It's all about you. "The boy who lived", I guess, is the perfect incipit, and now I'm mature enough to understand it.
Dear Harry,
During the year there are two days I look forward to seeing: 31st July and 1st September. Today is the day and it's all for you, My beautiful, dearest friend
HAPPEE BIRTHDAE, HARRY❤️
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james inhaled deeply, his back against the wall of the broke down factory. the sky was inky, dark blue, hues of purple and red, and it smelled like smoke. somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled.
he rubbed at his face, the faintest stubble blooming on it, a dark patch against his jaw. the put a hand through his hair, messy and unkempt, and already longer than it had ever been.
he pulled his mirror out of his pocket and, looking around, hoping that no one would see him, he whispered sirius' name.
"hi, daddy," sirius said, grinning, his face full of euphoria.
"don't mess with me, sirius." he let out a low, gruff chuckle.
"i'm not kidding. hi, daddy. you're a dad now." his grin was so wide, it touched his eyes. "you have a kid, a son." james saw sirius moving, going down a flight of steps, he presumed, and when he stopped, he crouched down to lily, holding a bundle in a cloth in her arms.
her son.
her hair was thrown up in a ponytail, loose strands of auburn hair falling on her face, and her eyes glistened with joy and pride. she was beautiful, absolutely gorgeous, the mother of his son.
and in her arms, their son. a tuft of black hair and long lashes against his cheeks, he was sleeping peacefully in his mother's arms.
"she was so good." sirius said, cheerfully, rubbing her bare, freckled shoulder reassuringly. "she did so good, he came out so easily." he smiled at him, and james' heart swelled up. "he has her eyes. he's all you, james, but he has her eyes."
james rubbed at his eyes, not knowing whether he was rubbing away his tiredness or tears of happiness. he felt whole. he felt alive. "lily..." he trailed off, choking on his words. "i'm so sorry i wasn't there, i'm so sorry... how can i make it up for you?"
lily's gaze was soft. "just make sure you come home safe, love. and when you come," she said, grinning, "bring me the best raspberry cake you find. i think i deserve it."
james smiled back, tears falling down his cheeks, washing away the dirt, the blood, the sins. "i promise i will bring you the biggest, fudgiest cake you will ever eat."
"good," she answered, leaning on the armrest. "you should also thank sirius. he was with me all through it, and he hasn't left my side for one bit, unless i asked him to bring me something."
"i owe you one, mate."
"you can take me out for a beer when you come back." he winked. "your treat."
james nodded fervently. "of course. and, while we're on that, would you like to be the godfather of our son? you'd be great at that, mate. you could come over whenever you want."
"and change his dirty nappies." lily looked at him, chuckling.
sirius' smile became even wider. "it'd be an honor, prongs. and," he said, looking at lily, "if that means that i'll change dirty nappies, i'll do it. i'll do anything for him. i knew it the second i saw him."
"we have that settled, then." james smiled tiredly. "i'll be home soon, lily. i'll be back for you, for our son, i promise."
sirius and lily waved to him, and, with lily raising their son's hand, hari waved, too. as easily as that, they disappeared, and james was lonely again. the difference was, though, that he was smiling now, and everything seemed a little bit brighter.
the sun was rising and, with james looking in its direction, his tired features glowing, he would continue fighting. he would carry on, like a soldier, for his family, for the ones that were gone and the ones that were bound to come. for a family he used to have, for a family he had, for a family that he would have. for his wife.
for his son.
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