James is much older and Harry finds him little as an adult.

Harry POV

The day I find Dad hiding underneath the desk is the same day some punks get in the Daily Prophet for sending up a Dark Mark.

I curiously kneel down, saddened to see my father, the happiest man I know, curled in a ball and clutching old toys to his chest. I never questioned the spot in the kitchen, only knowing Dad used it. Not even my kids could go in there.

I try to sound calming. "Hey Dad."

He whimpers and his lip wobbles. "Scared."

I sigh sadly. "Because of those punks?"

Dad disorientedly nods, clutching his toys. "Upthairs. Special room....need it..."

My mind whirls. "You have a room for this?"

Dad gets to his feet, skipping up the stairs in a childish fashion.

I follow him to the old nursery and into a large closet. There is a slightly dusty crib that is large enough to fit him. He's not as tall as he used to be, but it's a perfect fit.

Dad curls up and finally relaxes.