012 ∫ Bonding

[selfless_stag]

Who: James and Harry Potter
Where: Various locations
When: All day
Style: Prose by the look of it
Status: Closed

James woke to an idea in his head and, after checking with the wife, proceeded to knock on his son's bedroom door. His son's bedroom door - It felt so strange and yet so right. He couldn't believe Harry was here. And eleven already. Almost twelve.

"Harry? Are you coming down for breakfast?"

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[cupboards]

"Er--yeah! I'll be down in a moment."

Every morning, Harry expected to find himself back in Hogwarts. It was so surreal, living with his parents. His parents! It was something he still wasn't used to, but it was a joyful thing, being given this chance.

Rubbing his eyes, he rolls out of bed and goes to head out of his room and to breakfast.

[selfless_stag]

James simply nodded and headed downstairs to see if anyone had cooked anything already. When he got there, it looked like some residents of the large house had cooked their own meals and not left any for anyone else. How inconsiderate. James though, before bringing out his wand and starting on something for himself and Harry.