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[Feb 12, Sirius]
Feb. 12th, 2017 10:31 pmIt's not that he's been avoiding the place, exactly, it's just that it hasn't really come up. Sirius had told him not long after he'd arrived about The Nook, the little magical cottage that Harry had been living in. That's almost ridiculous to think about on its own - that his one-year-old son has a house of his own in the countryside. James has to keep reminding himself that the Harry that lived here wasn't one, was a grown man, in fact. It sends a sharp pain into his chest each time he thinks it, and maybe that's why he has, admittedly, avoided coming.
It's easier to distance himself from the idea of Harry than to be confronted with it dead on. He knows he was here, he's met his friends, heard first-hand from Sirius what he was like. But it still feels like a kick in the stomach that he was brought here so soon after Harry disappeared. How could this place make him miss his son like that, when he could have had the chance he missed back home?
Still, James has decided that he's put it off long enough. He wants to step foot inside, wants to see the things his son left behind, wants to see the small space he carved out for himself in this city. He'll take any small hints he can get in order to try and piece together what he doesn't know about his son.
There's the added benefit of it being out in the country, and in truth James is itching to stretch his legs. He's been awfully well behaved since arriving in this city, only shifting twice. Once was worth it, just to get the upper hand on Lila, and the other had been the result of the same itch, but cut short. This time he intends to make the most of it, and if Sirius is to be believed, they've got a nice run through the countryside to do it in. Before he can talk himself out of it, James slips out of his apartment and walks until he reaches the outer edges of the city, where the buildings peter out and the people become few.
Satisfied that there's no one around to see, James ducks behind a tree and shifts, lets the stag pull over his skin and his mind. There's a dull moment of confusion in his head as always when the stag takes over, and he stares, unblinking for a moment before he comes back to himself. It's still an adjustment, even so many years later, a brief moment where he has to wrestle for his sense of self. Sirius used to make fun of him for it, probably would still now, but James is adamant that it's probably easier for him, being that he's already practically an animal.
Quietly, pawing at the ground absently, Prongs waits for Sirius to arrive.
It's easier to distance himself from the idea of Harry than to be confronted with it dead on. He knows he was here, he's met his friends, heard first-hand from Sirius what he was like. But it still feels like a kick in the stomach that he was brought here so soon after Harry disappeared. How could this place make him miss his son like that, when he could have had the chance he missed back home?
Still, James has decided that he's put it off long enough. He wants to step foot inside, wants to see the things his son left behind, wants to see the small space he carved out for himself in this city. He'll take any small hints he can get in order to try and piece together what he doesn't know about his son.
There's the added benefit of it being out in the country, and in truth James is itching to stretch his legs. He's been awfully well behaved since arriving in this city, only shifting twice. Once was worth it, just to get the upper hand on Lila, and the other had been the result of the same itch, but cut short. This time he intends to make the most of it, and if Sirius is to be believed, they've got a nice run through the countryside to do it in. Before he can talk himself out of it, James slips out of his apartment and walks until he reaches the outer edges of the city, where the buildings peter out and the people become few.
Satisfied that there's no one around to see, James ducks behind a tree and shifts, lets the stag pull over his skin and his mind. There's a dull moment of confusion in his head as always when the stag takes over, and he stares, unblinking for a moment before he comes back to himself. It's still an adjustment, even so many years later, a brief moment where he has to wrestle for his sense of self. Sirius used to make fun of him for it, probably would still now, but James is adamant that it's probably easier for him, being that he's already practically an animal.
Quietly, pawing at the ground absently, Prongs waits for Sirius to arrive.
