Ten years later.
“Harry James Potter, stop bouncing so much!” Remus laughed, placing gentle hands on the ten year old’s shoulders.
“But I’m just so excited, Uncle Remus!” Harry replied, still bouncing on the balls of his feet, anxiously trying to peer around the people standing in front of them in line. “How does the airplane stay up in the sky? Does it flap its wings like a bird? How many people can fit inside? What–mmmph!”
A long arm slipped between Remus and the boy, wrapping around his head in a playful headlock that muffled the rest of his excited questions.
“Breathe, Mini Me,” James said fondly, ruffling Harry’s already messy black hair affectionately. “At least give us – or the nice lady – a chance to answer your first ten questions before spouting off twenty more, hmm?” He winked at the stewardess.
The ‘nice lady’, whose name tag read ‘Bridgit’, smiled back at him, her eyes bright with laughter. “You must be Harry.” She said cheerfully, right on cue. “If you gentlemen would follow me, we will get you settled into your seats. And f you would like, young Harry, the Captain has invited you and your dad up to the cockpit before we takeoff, where he will be happy to personally answer your questions.”
“Can I, Dad?” Harry immediately wheedled, turning wide green eyes beseechingly on his father, as Remus snickered. Although the lad was a carbon copy of his father, the eyes and some of the mannerisms were pure Lily. And, just like with his wife, James had no defense against that pleading look from those green eyes.
Accepting his fate, James sighed dramatically. “Are you sure you aren’t Remus’s kid, with that puppy dog face?” He teased.
“Not a chance. Lily is somewhere watching and giggling like crazy.” Remus retorted. “As are your mother and grandmother, both of which I believe, blessed you with the popular, ‘may you have a child just like you’ when you told them Lily was pregnant.” He poked Harry in the side, making him squirm away with a giggle. “Have I taught you nothing? Save that face for your birthday and Christmas!”
James rolled his eyes. “Lead the way, Miss Bridgit, please. I guess we’re off to see the captain.”
“So, how does the airplane stay up in the air?” Remus greeted them, amused, as they returned. He was already settled comfortably into his seat in the middle – they were flying first class – and had taken the liberty of ordering both himself and James a drink, knowing it would be appreciated.
“Magic.” Harry answered with a straight face, before breaking into laughter at his uncle’s obligingly exasperated groan. “I don’t really know–the captain said something about lift and aerodynamics, but I didn’t really understand it, so my theory now is a modified levitation charm, like on flying carpets.”
“So then not by flapping its wings like a bird?” Remus teased, as James settled in beside him near the aisle.
Harry stuck his tongue out at the older man, turning pointedly to look out the window instead.
“Ah, the pre-teen years.” The werewolf murmured, still highly amused. “Like the calm before the storm. Is that the distant rumble of hormones I hear in the distance?”
James snorted, slumping down in his seat as much as the still upright position would let him. “Shut it, Moony. You’re the favorite uncle, remember? So guess who he’s gonna come running to play mediator and sympathizer when dear old dad becomes the bad guy. You, that’s who.”