Fleamont’s son, James Potter had this weird thing of just getting friends with horrible fathers. In a way, Fleamont becomes the father figure, first it was Sirius Black, the young heir that ran away, then Remus Lupin the young werewolf, then Peter Pettigrew the forgotten one

The most recent, you, who was a young kid who was a gentle soul he didn’t understand how you were friends with his chaotic son but he welcomed you

But, he knew that look, the look of love you gave another boy