It was the Christmas holidays, and I somehow was able to stay with the Potters. I told my mother I was coming home, until I wasn't.
"We are so excited to have you here!" Euphemia said, clapping her hands.
"And what a handsome young man you are," Fleamont ruffled my hair. "The boys have told us so much about you."
"Oh, don't say that," Sirius said, grabbing a muggle drink. "It'll go to his head, Monty."
"Oh, and it won't go to yours?" Fleamont teased.
"Thank you for having me, really." I said.
"Of course, dear." Euphemia smiled.
James looked nothing like his parents. Effie had long brown wavy hair, and english rose, pale skin. With bright cheeks.
Fleamont had short, messy hair, which was now going grey. A plump figure, and a messy beard that seemed it was only shaved once every new moon.
But they were sweet. They were homely. They were family.
The first couple of days of the holiday we went out into the Muggle world. It was my first time in London, that wasn't platform 9 3/4. It felt strange walking past humans who didn't use magic.
James took me to all his favourite places, and sweet stores. Sirius took me to all his favourite music stores. And they let me go to bookstores.
I was so happy, I forgot completely about my mother and my father. And I was content.
