James wasn't in the best place in his life, if he was being truly honest. Twenty five, finishing off his Law degree with an English masters to make his parents proud and to support his five year old son, Harry.

Yeah, that was another big punch to his heart. He and Lily had been so good, so close to the dream of life. Having a child, engaged. But, like all good things, they just drifted apart. She fell in love with Pandora and he didn't care, honestly! It hurt but not for the wrong reasons.

They were still great friends and took care of Harry well with a set routine. All in all, James's life wasn't the worst it could be. Except for one major problem. His English literature professor was two years younger than himself, his bestfriends Sirius's brother, and unfortunately extremely hot.

James had definitely discovered something about himself through those lessons that wasn't how Shakespeare or some 15th century poet used emotions without saying them. He only listened enough to pass the class and spent the rest of the time doodling, planning play sessions with Harry, or imagining if Regulus looked his way for more than a flicker.

Unfortunately, James's luck had run out for one day. Lily and Pandora had gone on a date and no one could babysit that quick on such short notice. Thus, James was running late into his English lecture with Harry on his lap.

"I'm so sorry, no one would babysit that quick, he'll be a dream!" James rambled apologetically as he sat in his seat and gave Harry some videos to watch on his ipad. He didn't like giving his son extended media time but this was a must.