Unforgettable || ❷

• 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭 •

   After dealing with the Dursley's, the team headed back to their new place.

   "Now that that's done, I'll see you guys later." James told the team as he stood up from his seat to stand in the fireplace. "I left Minnie substituting my class so peace out!"

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   "Potter, you're finally back." was the first thing Professor McGonagall said as James stepped into her office.

   "Yeah... heh, sorry about the delay."

   "Hm." She hummed before standing from her chair and walking around her desk to walk towards the raven-haired hero. "Follow me to the headmaster's office. There's a few things we have to discuss."

   "If you say so."

   "James, please take a seat." Dumbledore instructed.

   "If you insist." James let out a loud yawn, tears forming on his eyes. "Whoops, sorry."

  Dumbledore only chuckled and shook his head, "No need for your apologies. Yawning is a free thing to do, y'know?"

   "Damn right it is."

  Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly, catching the attention of the two males, "I do believe he's here for a reason, Albus."

   "Ah, yes, indeed. I heard about what happened to Harry last night, and I was thinking we can make a few arrangements."

   "Arrangements? What type of arrangements?" James questioned the long-bearded wizard in front of him.

   "To make Harry feel safer, I thought it would be a great idea to let a few of your friends stay at Hogwarts. Maybe three or four. We'll have two teach physical education and the other two be like security guards just to keep things running normal. The tournament's first task starts next week so we must be prepared. Harry's safety is our number one priority so who ever he feels more comfortable shall be here to keep a close eye on him as well on any Hydra activity."

   "Hmm..." James leaned back on the chair and nodded. "Doesn't sound so bad. I suppose I can go back tomorrow morning to give them the news."

   "Good. Now please, bring whoever Harry feels more comfortable with as I said before and is perfectly suited for the jobs."

   "You got it."

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  The next morning James woke up bright and early to break the news to his family. Just kidding, he got the day off so he decided to wake up at ten o'clock in the morning.

  He sat up on his bed with an irritated sigh, his hair all over the place.

   "I fucking hate mornings." He mutter as he plopped back down on the bed.

  Eventually he got on his feet and started getting ready for the day. He just happened to accidentally borrow Steve's leather jacket so he wore that with a gray t-shirt under and black jeans with his converse. Honestly, dressed like that you could confuse him for a teenager instead of thirty-four year old. There was just something about that outfit that made him look younger...