James was convinced he was the luckiest man in the world.

He had graduated from Hogwarts with flying colors, managed to become an Auror, the job of his dreams, he married Lily E.vans, no Lily Potte.r, the woman of his life, settled in a house in a small village with all his best friends close to him… James was definitely the luckiest guy in the history of the magical world.

Not forgetting that he was an uncle now.

He was at your bedside at St-Mungo's hospital, looking at you, his beloved little sister, with all the love in the world. In your exhausted arms was a tiny baby barely a day old. He had your eyes, James knew, this baby had the eyes of the Potters.

James remembers the shock of learning that his little sister was expecting a child, even more so with a guy like Sirius B.lack. It was tight his best friend, but for a long time he had trouble imagining him as a dad.

Yet there you were, in this hospital room, you were mom, Sirius dad and James uncle, surrounded by an emotional Lily and Remus in heaven. Peter had had an impediment but what did the Potter care for the moment.

He can't be happier. It's impossible. James felt like his heart was going to explode with happiness.

Sirius and you had exchanged a look. The Black nodded, smiling at you. "Hey prongs." Your friend started. "Do you know why his middle name is James?"

Your brother raised his head, his heart beating wildly. "No?"

A smile appeared on Sirius' face, a mixture of mischief and tenderness. "We wanted it to be his godfather's name."

His lungs stopped working and his heart stopped for a short second. Without even understanding why, hot joy tears ran down his cheeks, blurring his vision. "For real?" James asked you, his voice full of emotion.