Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure none of you think I'm JK Rowling but just in case any of you have doubts: I'm not. So none of these characters are my inventions, I just like to have fun with them

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It was late November when two figures stumbled through the doors of Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes. The smaller one looked around the crowded shop with unconcealed delight as he pulled of the purple woolly hat his grandmother had knitted him; exposing the shock of messy black hair that was so like his father's. Harry Potter looked down at his young son and smiled ruefully as he recognized the familiar glint of mischief sparkling in the brown eyes of the six year old as he eyed up the various displays of pranks and tricks.

'Don't even think about it James, if your mum finds you with any more of uncle George's presents it will be another month before she lets you visit Fred again'.

'Daddy that wasn't my fault! I didn't tell Albus to eat those sweeties…'

Harry laughed at the boy's defiant expression 'James your brother was bright pink for three weeks! And you know you weren't supposed to have them in the first place'. He sighed at James' scowl and looked around the chaos of the shop as he tried to find…

'JAMIE!'

Ah yes there it was. A tanned boy with a mop of black curls and sparkling blue eyes hurtled down the stairs, knocking a tester bottle of invisible ink onto the head an unaware woman's cat in the process. James' frown instantly dissolved into a wide grin as he high fived his favourite cousin.

'Heya Freddie!'

'Aunty Ginny finally let out the house then! I was beginning to think I would have to kidnap you! Listen I have something amazing to show you, I honestly couldn't believe it…'

Harry turned his attention away from their merry chatter as a lanky, middle aged ginger man strolled over from behind a tower of exploding silverware, *FOR AN UNFORGETTABLE DINNER PARTY*, and grasped his hand firmly in an enthusiastic handshake.

'It's great to see you George! Ginny, Al and Lily are with Hermione and the kids so we thought we'd pop in and say hi',

'Brilliant to see you too Harry, it's been far too long! I er take it that this means Ginny has forgiven me somewhat for the colour pops incident with Albus then?'

Before Harry could answer they were distracted by a shrill shriek from the other side of the shop. He and George turned their heads to see the woman Fred had run past holding her 'headless' cat in the air as she hysterically cried out. George stifled a groan before glancing apologetically at Harry and left to calm the now frantic lady down. Harry concealed a laugh before turning to jokingly reprimand his nephew.

'Fred I do believe that was you handiwork…' He stopped in confusion as he caught sight of the two boys both staring at him with identical, impossibly stunned expressions and dropped jaws.

'Boys are you both okay?' Harry asked, slightly unnerved. James recovered his wits first and held out a small, distinctive card. Harry's stomach dropped and he groaned inwardly as he took it and absorbed its unwelcome familiarity.

Harry James Potter

Mr Potter, also known as 'the boy who lived', is perhaps the most famous wizard of his generation. Having thwarted the notorious 'Lord Voldemort' on multiple occasions during his childhood and Hogwarts years with Ronald and Hermione Weasley (nee Granger) he is best known for his final defeat of the dark wizard at the Battle of Hogwarts (1998). Among his achievements include winning the Triwizard Tournament, becoming the youngest seeker to play for a house team in a century and establishing the renowned 'Dumbledore's Army'. Mr Potter is currently Head Auror at the Ministry of Magic and he enjoys treacle tart.

'Dad…?' James interrupted Harry's thoughts.

'Did you really do all those things? Only you never told me about them before'. Harry lifted his head, his green eyes meeting his son's brown ones that were so like Ginny's, and nodded once grimly.

'Well yes I suppose I did… but I had a lot of help and there's a lot more to it than what it says here'. James stared at him in awe silently.

'That. Is. So. COOL!'

The Potters looked at Fred Weasley who was jigging on the spot in excitement. He froze at the sight of their stunned expressions. The three of them barely noticed as George re-joined them.

'Fred what did I tell you about behaving like a niffler when you are around the merchandise…' he stopped as he took in the static atmosphere before catching sight of the chocolate frog card in Harry's hand then smiled knowingly.

'Ah, right. Well boys now you know. James your dad is a bit of a hero actually, you should be proud of him'. Harry came to his senses a little bit and glanced sharply at his brother in law before speaking carefully to his son and nephew.

'Boys what you have to understand is that it was a very different time back then. I only did those things because I had to, I never wanted any of it really and I couldn't have done any of it without your Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron…'

'You mean they are famous too Uncle Harry?'

Harry grimaced slightly and caught George's sympathetic smile.

'Fred I reckon your mum and sister will be home soon, how tidy is your room?' asked a gallant George clearly attempting to change the subject.

'Naw Dad! You never care how tidy it is!'

'True but your mum does and unless you want to face her wrath I reckon you should get to mate'.

Fred let out a dramatic sigh and nudged James who was still looking at Harry in unconcealed wonder.

'Oy Jamie. I've gotta go but floo over soon okay' James nodded once slowly then smiled at Freddie and began to make plans to see him soon. George looked at Harry Smugly.

'Well it seems you have a fun conversation to look forward to tonight'.

'Tell me about it, I suppose I can't really put it off any longer'. Harry smiled and shook George's hand.

'Come on James, we'd better get going'.

James put his hat back on and grinned at George. As they prepared to side along apparate he turned to Harry.

'Dad, when we get home, promise will you tell me more about the stuff that card says you've done?'

Harry paused for a second then looked down at his son, held out his arm and nodded slowly. James let out a sigh of relief and took hold of his dad tightly before they both vanished into the crisp November evening.

Well there you have it. My first HP Fanfic! Should I continue or leave it as a one shot? Thoughts? Reviews make me happy