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WHO: Harry Potter, James Potter and Moonybase residents who want in on the sort-of reunion.
WHERE: Moonybase
WHEN: The day after James' arrival.
WARNINGS: No idea.
SUMMARY: Harry goes to meet his fifteen-year-old dad face to face.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever.
As much as Harry had wanted to see his father straight away, he'd given it a day. A day so his dad could settle and get a little used to all the craziness here before dropping the next bombshell, and to give himself time to think. Think of all the things he ever wanted to say to his father, but also - on a more sobering note - what he should and should not say. It was hard. He'd spend the night tossing and turning and occasionally getting up to pace through his apartment as he thought about all that. Only once had he fallen asleep after making himself some tea, but then the cup had slipped out of his hand and he'd been wide-awake as the sound woke him with a familiar start and thoughts of Death Eaters.
Then morning came and he'd still had to wait until it was a decent hour to drop by. He'd never been good at waiting though somehow he managed it without going mad. He'd put on his Auror's robes again as they were the only robes he had and seemed more appropriate than Muggle clothing. When it was late morning he deemed it decent enough and, without really thinking though if he did he'd figure Lupin wouldn't mind too much, Apparated into Moonybase's hallway. The loud crack and tentative call of hello announcing his presence.
WHERE: Moonybase
WHEN: The day after James' arrival.
WARNINGS: No idea.
SUMMARY: Harry goes to meet his fifteen-year-old dad face to face.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever.
As much as Harry had wanted to see his father straight away, he'd given it a day. A day so his dad could settle and get a little used to all the craziness here before dropping the next bombshell, and to give himself time to think. Think of all the things he ever wanted to say to his father, but also - on a more sobering note - what he should and should not say. It was hard. He'd spend the night tossing and turning and occasionally getting up to pace through his apartment as he thought about all that. Only once had he fallen asleep after making himself some tea, but then the cup had slipped out of his hand and he'd been wide-awake as the sound woke him with a familiar start and thoughts of Death Eaters.
Then morning came and he'd still had to wait until it was a decent hour to drop by. He'd never been good at waiting though somehow he managed it without going mad. He'd put on his Auror's robes again as they were the only robes he had and seemed more appropriate than Muggle clothing. When it was late morning he deemed it decent enough and, without really thinking though if he did he'd figure Lupin wouldn't mind too much, Apparated into Moonybase's hallway. The loud crack and tentative call of hello announcing his presence.