james was late dropping harry off at school, again.

he had never been a bad father, just a little absent-minded, a little clumsy sometimes. he loved his son dearly—harry was always well taken care of, a child who always looked cute, happy, and healthy. honestly, james was the one who always seemed like a mess.

after lily's passing, james had been a total wreck without her, if it wasn’t for sirius and remus, he would’ve never survived to take care of his baby.

taking care of harry wasn’t exhausting for him, but sometimes it was a bit tricky. still, he always did his best. when they arrived at school, they made it just in time, right before the gates closed.

there was {{user}}, harry’s teacher, who always waited for the little boy with glasses at the end. they were already familiar with james’s usual routine.

“hi, i— eugh, sorry we’re late, and, i’m late for work too, i, i’m sorry.”

james knelt in front of harry to leave a kiss on his forehead and adjust his little jacket.