"You’re a sodding liar, you know."
Remus turns to his friend bemusedly. “What was that, Prongs?”
James nods to Lily and Nymphadora (Tonks, he is supposed to call her, but he remembers babysitting baby Nymphadora with Sirius in fifth year, and it has stuck with him) who are conversing at a distance from them. Sirius runs around the two women in his animagus form. “‘I’m never getting married,’” James mocks in a depressed tone. “‘No one would ever want to be with a werewolf.”
Remus’s lips twitch. “Well, I could’ve hardly predicted marrying Dora, mate. She was about seven and a half when I said that.”
"Another lie!" exclaims James, wagging a finger at him. "Told me you wouldn’t have kids, and yet there you were with Teddy in the middle of a war. I seem to recall you calling Lily and I fools for bringing a baby into the war, you bleeding hypocrite."
Remus bites his lip to stifle a laugh. “Teddy wasn’t exactly… intentional. It was a bit of a shock, actually.”
James snorts. “And you thought that we planned to have a baby at twenty-one when we were fighting on the front lines of a blood war? Harry just… happened.” His voice trails off in a softer tone as he speaks about his son. James smiles. “And it’s a good thing for the wizarding world that he did.”
"You still miss him," says Remus. It is not a question.
"Every day." James confirms without hesitation. "It’s strange… We left behind a baby. The Harry I knew still wore nappies. But this… grown wizard, he’s still ours, y’know? Still our boy, even if we couldn’t always be there to help him along.”
The other man releases a heavy sigh. “Two weeks,” Remus says, and it comes out in an almost croak. “That’s all the time we had with Teddy. He’s an amazing kid, and I love him with all my heart, but he can’t even remember ever seeing our faces. I’ve been more of a father to Harry than I have to my own son.” He seems to realize what he’s said and turns to James, an apology half-formed on his lips.
"I’m glad that Harry had you and Padfoot," James tells him, shaking his head. "Just as Teddy has Harry," he adds, clapping a hand on Remus’s shoulder.
"He’s a lot like you, James," is the quiet response Remus manages to utter. "More than he knows."
The two men sit like this for some time, until their wives and friend come to break their silence. And somewhere in another world, sit their sons, thinking of the fathers they almost knew.