James never saw his father cry.

His mother cried. She would pour over old photo albums and let millions of tears fall from her eyes.

Lily cried. She cried when she got hurt or when she liked a guy who didn't like her back.

Albus cried. He tried to hide it, like any other young boy would, but it we there.

But James Potter never saw his father cry. He decided it was because his father was a man. Albus was still a boy, so he could cry. But James decided to be like his father.

James never cried.

One day, Snuffles, the family dog, died. Lily wept with her mother, and Albus tried to pass off hid tears as a trick of the light, or allergies. But James just stood there, with his father's hand on his shoulder, determined not to cry.

The day his first love dumped him, James felt his heart break in half. Everyone told him it was okay to cry. Lily tried to force him to cry (she claimed it was to 'let out his emotions properly'), but James didn't cry.

One day, Lily, Ginny, and Albus went to Diagon Alley, to go Christmas shopping. That left Harry and James alone in the house.

James couldn't think of anything to do, so he went into the living room, where an old photo album lay open on the couch.

He picked up the album, and saw that the page it was open to had a picture of a boy named Collin Creevey. On the page opposite it was a boy named Cedric Diggory. James looked at the cover, and saw that this was a photo album of people who had died in the war against Voldemort. So he flipped back to the beginning.

First there was a picture of his namesakes. Sirius Black and James Potter, linking arms at what appeared to be James's wedding. The next was a picture of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks.

It went on like that. Fred Weasley, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, and lots of people James didn't recognize.

When he got to the end of the book, James felt odd. He put down the photo album and stood up, jumping about a foot in the air when he realized his father had been sitting behind him, tears in his eyes.

"Dad!" James said, startled. "Day, why are you crying."

There was a pause.

"Oh, the pictures," James said, nodding his head. "You knew them all, didn't you?"

Harry nodded. "But, dad, you never cry," James told him, surprised.

Harry laughed. "Everyone cries," he told his son. "Don't you?"

James nodded. "I cry when no one's looking. Because, I thought…"

"You thought because you never saw me cry, you shouldn't," Harry finished for him, smiling. James nodded sheepishly.



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