SwanOfNight
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James Potter hadn’t expected this. Maybe he should have.
The last thing he remembered was dying. Fine, that was okay—mostly. He wasn’t going to live forever. But while he was waiting for the afterlife—if there even was one—his mind suddenly began to flood with the fragmented memories of his son. Alright, no problem; he’d heard a few legends about the dead being able to watch over the lives of their loved ones.
But then, he suddenly opened his eyes to find himself at home. In his eleven-year-old body. Okay, he was certain this wasn’t the afterlife.
And why was Snivellus looking at him like that? If James’s memories weren’t betraying him, his first meeting with that boy hadn't gone down quite like this.
Whatever this strange, second-chance hell was, James Potter was certain of one thing: he definitely hadn’t signed up for it.