Happiness

James had already decided which wall to use for climbing. This wall is rough enough that it can be climbed, even so, it will be a big challenge, but it is doable.

When he got close to the wall, he touched it with one of his hands, 'I must do it fast' thought James as he started climbing, while he had Gwen on his back.

Emily looked at this with fear, it was several meters, and climbing with a weight on your back was very difficult, plus the darkness did not help.

Halfway up a piece of wall broke off causing him to almost fall, but he managed to grab on quickly. When he was very close to the surface, Emily gave him her hand, which made things easier.

"Phew... second step ready" muttered James with sweat on his forehead.

"Tell me, are your parents healers?" asked James looking at Emily.

"No... we have to go to the clinic in the village" replied Emily stammering, as she noticed the horrible wound on Gwen's leg.

"It's already closed by this time. I'll take her to my house, my mother is a healer" said James as he started running in the direction of the village.

"You go to your parents, and let them know that Gwen will be taken care of by my mother, they must know where we live" James ordered as he ran. Emily who was following him with difficulty nodded.

A healer is the magical equivalent of a muggle doctor. Healers practice and use healing magic, a branch of magic dedicated to improving the physical and mental condition of a living being.

His mother is a healer, though she is now retired from her time working at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

Running at full speed he finally reached the village, it was difficult to run carrying someone on his back, although Gwen was not heavy, James still had less than adult physical strength.

Emily broke away and headed for her house. James could see the door to his house, luckily it wasn't locked. He abruptly walked in startling his parents.

"James! Where were you? You had us worried!" exclaimed Euphemia.

"Mom, cure this girl..." said James in a weak tone as he collapsed on the floor. He had exerted so much effort that he ended up fainting.

"JAMES!" shouted his worried parents, approaching their son at full speed.

It was already the second time that he made an incredible effort to save a person, it was strange why he acted that way, but he could not stand by and watch without doing anything when it passed in front of his eyes.

James opened his eyes with difficulty, he noticed a very familiar ceiling, he was in his room.

His room was filled with quidditch posters, mostly of his team. There were also a lot of toys and books. It was not as tidy as Edward Rotschild's room.

"Are you all right, sweetheart?" asked Euphemia gently stroking James' hair.

James looked over and noticed his father and mother sitting in a chair very close to his bed. Seeing the concerned faces on both of their faces, he felt a great warmth in his chest.

"Yes, mom. Just a little tired" said James trying to sit up in bed.

"Be careful, you've expended a lot of energy" said Fleamont helping him up.

"How long has it been?" asked James, he noticed through the window that it was still dark.

"About... two hours" replied Fleamont looking at the watch on his wrist.

"How's Gwen?" asked James.

"She's fine, thanks to you" replied Euphemia with a proud smile at her son.

"However... you mustn't do something so dangerous. If something had happened to you, what would your father and I do?" she added in a worried tone looking James in the eye.

"Don't be hard on him, James was a hero" said Fleamont who was very proud of his son's feat.

"No, climbing an unstable wall of more than 3 meters carrying a child is very dangerous, he is only a child" said Euphemia in an irrefutable tone and with a frown.

Fleamont said no more, he also believed it was a very dangerous thing for a 5-year-old, although he considered his son out of the ordinary.

"How do you know I climbed a wall?" asked James doubtfully.

"That little girl Emily, she told us about it when she came with her parents..." answered Euphemia with a strange look.

"The Shafiq... they are very strange and not at all grateful" commented Fleamont with a frown.

Both Fleamont and Euphemia did not believe in the supremacy of blood and that muggles were cattle. The Shafiqs did, however, so the families had their differences well marked.

"Did Emily's parents come here?" asked James trying to get more information.

"Yes, after I healed the cuts and stopped Gwen's bleeding, they came with their other daughter. When I told them I would give her a bone-growing potion, they said they would give it to her at home. They paid us for the potion and left" Euphemia explained a little upset.

"At no time did they ask about your welfare and they didn't thank you either. That's what happens when you study in Slytherin" added Fleamont angrily.

"Well, their daughter Emily was very nice unlike her parents" said Euphemia who considered that not everyone was like that.

"You rest. I'll bring your food to bed. Then I'll tell you a bedtime story" said Euphemia kissing James on the forehead.

His father also bid James a fond farewell, he left him the new issue of the "Seeker Weekly" magazine. It was the most well-known quidditch magazine, James was a loyal reader of the magazine and bought the new issue every week.

When his parents left the room, James with the magazine in his hand stood silently staring at the ceiling absorbed in his thoughts.

He was thinking about his parents and his new life. He couldn't believe how happy he was in this life, although living in a world full of magic and spells might be exciting, that wasn't the main reason for his happiness.

His happiness was thanks to two people, his mother and father. And also his family in general, especially his grandfather Henry.

'It's good to be alive' thought James opening the magazine to the first page. His thinking was very different from when he died in his past life.

His mother brought him food to bed, however, he was not left to eat alone, and both Fleamont and Euphemia accompanied him. After that, Euphemia told him one of Beedle the Bard's stories.

The tales of Beedle the Bard are magical stories for children, usually known in the magical world. Today she chose to tell him the story entitled: The Wizard and the Hopping Pot.

James listened attentively to his mother, her voice reassured him, 'Wizards are not very good at creating children's stories...' thought James listening to the story.

Finally, the story ended, his mother bid James a loving farewell and turned off the lights in the room.