Disclaimer: If I owned this, I wouldn’t be here, now
would I? Insert usual blather here.
A/N: Um…Cry will be updated as soon as I can get my lazy
arse into working gear…in the meantime, here’s a baby Harry story just for you!
And don’t forget to review! And for the purposes of the story, wizarding
children learn to speak earlier than their Muggle kindred. J
Thanks to everyone who’s ever said a kind word or few helping ones, as well as
my spiffy beta reader shellebelle.
Baby Nimbus 600
“Daddy,”
James persisted.
Harry
spluttered, and some drool ran down his chin. He beamed at James, and held up
his arms to be picked up.
James
picked up his son and tossed him in the air. “Say Daddy,” he cooed.
Lily watched her husband and son from the kitchen,
where she was wearing Muggle rubber gloves and washing the dishes by hand.
“James, have you seen my wand?”
James
was still trying to make Harry say Daddy.
“Daddy.”
Gurgle.
“Daddy.”
Harry
blinked at him.
James
sighed and looked at Lily. He tousled his messy black hair. “I think it’s in
the silver drawer.”
Lily
yanked open the drawer and found her wand nestling with the spoons. “Abluo!” The dishes started washing themselves. Lily
sank into the sofa, pulling off the rubber gloves.
Harry
beamed at her and raised his arms. “Mummy!”
James
rolled his eyes as Lily picked up Harry and rocked him. “That’s right, Harry,
say Daddy’s an idiot,” she cooed.
Harry
blinked at her, curious.
“Lily!”
James protested.
Suddenly
there was a thunderous roar, an earsplitting crash, and several obscenities
from the front yard.
Lily
groaned. “Not again.”
The
door burst open, and a wild haired grinning Sirius bounded into the room,
followed by a very frazzled Remus. Remus’ hair was all out of place, his eyes
were dilated, and he was holding onto a lumpy package for dear life.
Lily
had leapt to her feet. “HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO LAND THAT—THING
ANYWHERE NEAR MY HOUSE!” she shouted. “Do you have any idea what that noise
is doing to Harry?”
Harry
blinked at her, apparently not bothered at all.
Remus
looked bemusedly at Sirius, who chuckled, and looked at James. James pushed his
glasses up and shook his head at Sirius. “You’re on your own, mate.”
Lily
glared at Sirius, who gave her the puppy eyed look. “Hiya, Harry!” he cooed.
Harry
grinned. “Paddy!”
James
groaned and looked at Remus. “Moony, it seems as if my son knows how to say
everything but Daddy.”
Sirius
was dangling Harry by one leg, who shrieked in delight.
“Sirius
Black, you put my son down right now before I hex you,” said Lily dangerously.
“What if you drop him?”
“It’s
perfectly fine! I was dropped plenty when I was a kid—”
“My
point exactly,” said Lily, and she snatched Harry back.
“Are
you okay, Lily?” asked James worriedly. There were dark shadows underneath her
eyes. “Why don’t you take a rest—we can look after Harry.”
Lily
yawned and gave a small smile to James. “Just keep him away from Sirius,” she
said drowsily, and walked up the stairs.
James
looked at two of his best friends. “So. What brings you here? How did your last
interview go?”
Remus
sighed. “Badly.”
“S’okay,
Moony,” said Sirius, from the kitchen. Half of his body had disappeared into
the refrigerator. “I think Dumbledore would hire you.”
Remus
grinned halfheartedly. “I would like to teach, but there aren’t any positions
open.”
“He
has a Defense teacher already?” James asked, curious.
“Yeah,”
said Sirius, walking back into the living room with an open jar of baby food.
“You’re
not eating that, Padfoot,” said James warily. “That’s for Harry.”
Sirius
grinned at him. “You have nothing else in the box. I’m starving,” he said, his
mouth full of green glop. “Plus,” he added, “It’s pretty good.”
“Moony!”
gurgled Harry. Remus smiled and picked him up.
“ARGH!”
James collapsed into the sofa.
“Moony
moony moony moony moony,” Harry sang.
James
whacked himself in the face with a pillow. Repeatedly.
Harry
tugged on Remus’ hair playfully. “Moony?” he asked, his bright emerald green
eyes curious.
“When
you try to get a job, Harry, you’ll understand,” he said pensively. “You will also
have enough sense not to ride on the back of Padfoot’s bike.”
“Hey,”
said Sirius indignantly, “Don’t insult the bike, mate.”
“Especially,”
Remus warned Harry, who was looking at him appreciatively, “after he has had
three shots of Madame Rosmerta’s Blue Billywig.”
Harry
nodded.
Sirius
grinned at James, who was still underneath the pillow. Sirius tossed the pillow
off. “It’s a conspiracy,” James muttered.
“Stop
moaning,” said Sirius gleefully. “See what I bought for Harry.”
At
the sound of his name, Harry squeaked excitedly and clapped his hands.
Remus
raised an eyebrow and tossed the package he had been holding to Sirius. “Are
you sure Lily’s asleep, Prongs?” he asked warily.
James
looked curiously at Sirius. “What is it?”
Sirius
gave it to Harry, who ripped the wrapping off eagerly. “The brand new, just in,
Baby Nimbus 600!” he said dramatically.
Remus
rolled his eyes.
Harry
gurgled in awe.
Five
minutes later, the three men were in the front yard, trying to help Harry onto
the broomstick.
James
had one hand, and Sirius the other, the broomstick was floating a foot off the
ground, and Remus was chuckling. “Okay,” Sirius grinned. “He’s on.”
Harry
wobbled to the left. James steadied him, an identical grin on his face.
“Ready?”
Sirius
and James locked eyes. “One. Two. Three!”
They
let go.
Harry
wobbled some more and grinned.
James
and Sirius looked on in awe, Remus amused. “You two truly are simple
creatures,” he said.
“Shut
up, Moony,” said Sirius, who waved to Remus frantically. “The timer!”
“Ten
seconds…fifteen…”
James
high-fived Sirius proudly. “He’s a natural, Padfoot.”
Sirius
wiped a fake tear from his eye. “Ah, Prongs. I’m a proud godfather.”
Harry
wobbled some more. His eyes widened. “Boom?”
“Yes,
Harry, it’s a broom!” Sirius cooed to him. “Isn’t he cute?”
Wobble.
Wobble.
James
and Sirius looked at each other, then dashed to Harry’s side.
Too
late.
Harry
fell off the broom, hitting the floor a foot later. “Boom!” he giggled
delightedly. “Boom boom boom!”
James
eyed Sirius. “It looks like we have some work to do.”