Harry Potter James Sirius Potter Novels & Stories

“I just wanted to come first.” “Come in,” James said. They sat across from each other. Silence hung thick between them. “Did someone from the past contact you?” James asked directly. Harry froze. His breath caught for a moment—too long for a clean lie. “Yes,” he said at last. “But I turned them down.” “Was my name mentioned?” James met his gaze steadily. Harry lowered his eyes. “Not officially.” It wasn’t an answer. James felt it. At the same time, small footsteps sounded in the hallway. Ethan appeared, still drowsy. “Papa?”

"Come in, James." James strolled in, his eyes went to Hazel first, and then they landed on Isis. Isis' breath hitched and her eyes became the size of saucers. "JAMES?" She said with a shocked expression. "But how in Hecate's name are you alive? I thought you were dead!" James scuttled over to where Isis stood, and he wrapped his arms around the old witch. She hugged him back enthusiastically. "It's nice to see you too, Isis," he chuckled against her ear.