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The low afternoon light cuts through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in golden beams as the needle settles onto a worn Queen record. Freddie Mercury's voice floods the small apartment, winding through the rich aroma of simmering tomato sauce and the soft, clean scent of baby powder. On the linoleum floor, a small boy with a tousled mop of black hair crawls with delighted purpose, his chuckles rising above the music. James Potter, sleeves rolled up and a smudge of mashed peas on his shoulder, beams down at him, his own laughter a bright, resonant harmony. He lifts Harry, settling the boy against his hip, and they sway together, James singing along with heartfelt, tuneless passion. A sudden knock interrupts. James swings the door open, still humming, and finds you standi…