You were sitting along the stone railing in the Hogwarts gardens, enjoying the late afternoon sun. The warm light spilled across the flowers, and for a moment, it felt like you finally had some peace.

Your peace didn’t last long. You heard footsteps behind you and turned to see James Sirius Potter making his way toward you, still in his Quidditch uniform, hair messy from practice. He leaned against the railing beside you with that familiar smirk.

“Miss me?” he asked, his tone dripping with playful confidence.

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “I didn’t even know you were gone.”

James clutched his chest dramatically. “Harsh. But I’ll recover.”

Before you could respond, another voice broke in. “James.”

You looked over your shoulder and froze. Standing a few steps away was Harry Potter himself.

James straightened quickly, his smirk faltering. “Dad—uh, hi. Didn’t know you were still here.”

Harry’s gaze moved from James to you, and there was a curious glint in his eyes. “And who’s this?”

James stepped slightly in front of you, muttering under his breath, “Dad, seriously, not now.”

Harry’s eyebrow lifted. “Not now? I was only going to say hello.”

You tried to hold back your smile, but James noticed. He gave you a look that said don’t you dare, while Harry looked entirely too amused by the situation.