New Awakening

Ohana

James opened his eyes aware of the weight on his chest, checked the clock on his bedside table (8:53 a.m.) and turned to admire with a loving smile the two people sleeping beside him. 

Lily was sleeping on her side, facing James and their son, her shiny auburn hair spread on the pillow and the freckles on her cheeks more visible than ever. Her hand was extended, reaching out for Harry even in her sleep, and touching the tip of her fingers on her son's back.

The mentioned boy, on the other hand, had his head on James' chest - right over his heart, and his thumb on his mouth. A small fist was clutching the animagus' shirt tightly.

The three of them - even though the bed was huge - were close together in the centre of it.

Then the door opened softly and a barefooted and sleepy Theo entered the room.

"Dad?" The boy said with a frown, looking at his sleeping brother.

"Hey, buddy. Come here." The boy padded softly towards him and James patted the space beside him on the bed. Once his eleven-year-old son was lying down beside him, James put an arm around the boy pulling him closer and kissed his hair - that despite being dark red like his mum's was as messy as his dad's, especially in the mornings. "Morning." He said and the boy mumbled a quick good morning back and closed his eyes. James smiled softly; his son was not a morning person.

James turned to look at his sleeping wife only to find her awake and looking at him with a smile.

"What?" James asked with a grin.

"I guess I don't tell you enough how great you are with them. With both of them." The hazel-eyed man blushed uncharacteristically. Lily's smile turned into a muffled laugh. "My my, the great James Potter blushing?" She joked and the husband blushed harder. 

"I'd kiss your mouth shut, Lils, but I am immobile at the moment." James grinned wickedly.

"Mmmm. I'm right here!" Theo protested opening his hazel eyes. James laughed it off and Lily blushed. 

Then Harry stirred in his sleep and his body tensed up. James ran his fingers through the boy's hair in an attempt to make him relax but it only made Harry tense up further.

"Hey, little one. Good morning." James said softly and the boy opened his eyes, squinting at the relative luminosity of the room.

Harry seemed to realise where he was and tried to pull away from his dad's arms, his eyes darting wildly around the room. Freaks weren't supposed to touch normal people. There was an apology on the tip of his tongue but before he could utter it his dad pulled him even closer. 

"It's alright, buddy." 

"Do you remember what happened, darling?" Lily said afraid of mentioning the night before.

Thoughts about the mentioned night ran through the abused boy's head. The nightmare, the bed, the wardrobe, the reassurance even though he didn't deserve it, his dad undressing him and bathing him like a baby, sleeping on his parents' bed. Oh God! The boy's face turned the colour of his mother's hair and he tried to pull away, this time James let him go so he could sit against the headboard with Theo leaning on his side and legs extended in front of him.