The day had been perfect, and James sat back in a chair in the garden, a pint of butterbeer in his hand. His eyes moved to the hammock strung between two trees, a young boy with messy black hair lay half-asleep in it, a cat curled up on his chest. With a smile on his lips, he rose from his chair, taking a blanket from one of the others. Draping the blanket over his son, he turned and let out a soft sigh.Â
He was a happy man, in general at least, raising his son with all the love he could. But often enough he found it harder than heâd ever expected it to be. Taking a deep breath, James turned away from the boy and headed inside, planning to go over a few letters heâd received during the day.Â
James had only just settled down with a letter from Remus when he heard a knock on the front door. Putting aside the parchment, he went to open the door, freezing on the spot when he saw a big black dog standing on his porch. âMerlinâs beard ...âÂ
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