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Chapter Eight
Third person view
March 20, 1980
Michael Homam leaned against the crib in Isaac's room as he watched his son with a smile. He was happy. His position as a minister in the ministry was going great, the war was finally coming to an end after years of fighting, he had the love of his life by his side and a healthy, strong son. What more could he ask for? He had many, many years of life ahead of him and he wanted to enjoy every second with his son.
"What are you doing?" Emily's voice was heard behind him as she approached, kneeling beside him and watching little Isaac.
"Just watching our little Sac." Michael replied with a smile. "He's calm."
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"After taking away our sleep last night." Emily yawned. Isaac kept them awake until four in the morning without giving them a chance to even rest. "I don't even know what it's like to sleep anymore..."
"James and Lily will come desperate for help when little Harry is born."
The Ravenclaw giggled. "John said Sirius and Remus are fighting over who gets to be godfather."
Michael couldn't help but ponder his best friend John. He, John, and Emily had been a trio back in school and they were still a trio today, with the famous Marauders as friends all these years. He missed going to Hagrid's hut to take care of the animals, annoying Minnie with Remus, Sirius, James, and Peter while Lily and Emily scolded him and John spent time with him trying to understand other people's minds. It had been a good adolescence, and he was on the beginning a great adulthood.
"Sometimes I wish I could go back to those days," Michael admitted. "But when I see you and that little guy." He pointed at little Isaac. "I feel more and more certain that I wouldn't have done anything differently."
