James would've thought the one time he sent Regulus to pick up Harry would be fine.

NOPE! he felt like that one line in percy jackson where the fates laugh on Leo. too analytic? oh well.

He'd been doing paperwork for the clinic when-

Ring-ring! ring-ring! the sound turning into an onomatopoeia, until he picked up the phone.

"Hello?" : "Hello? Is this Mr. Potter?" "Yes? Who's this?" : "It's Mrs. Jackson, Mr. Potter.. and I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I regret to inform you that we can no longer accept Harry back into the kindergarten."

Huh? Why not?

"Why? Harry is a good kid." : "It's not because if that, Mr. Potter... There was a.. uhm.. altercation. Between your husband, and a mother.."

Huh?

"I apologize. I'll speak to him.."

That's when he heard a car stop in front of the clinic, seeing Regulus come out of it with Harry on his hip, smiling smugly. He sits back down and leans back, waiting for his husband to come in.

He didn't even get through the door well before he spoke. "What did you do, you idiot?" He laughs, pulling his husband close by the hips

"Nothing," He replied with a smug smirk "Just put someone in their place."

"You do realize you got Harry expelled, right? That's the third one this year."