This will be a series of one-shots based on the third-generation children as little kids. Tell me how you like it, and make any requests of kids that you'd like to see in this! So I know that the British don't celebrate Thanksgiving, but this is fanfiction, right? So I kind of realized that after I wrote the entire chapter and I like it too much not to post it. Oh, well, I guess.

James Sirius Potter

What I'm thankful for

The burrow was completely flooded with waves of people, mostly with bright red hair. They were finally able to get all twenty-six people crowded around one immensely long table laden with pumpkin pie, turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, pumpkin bread, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, rolls, and anything else under the sun that they could think of. At one end sat Arthur Weasley who smiled at the antics and chaos of his children and grandchildren and at the other sat Molly Weasley, who fussed over those stuck sitting next to her which ended up being Harry and Ginny.

James Sirius Potter snickered at their frantic faces as they skillfully avoided letting two-year-old Lily Luna Potter smash her happy little face into the pumpkin pie complete with whipped cream. Of course, after having handled someone like James, his parents knew exactly what they were doing. The little five-year-old boy, though, was wedged between Teddy and Fred, his two 'most favoritest' cousins. Teddy was successfully keeping the boys laughing by changing his hair color and facial features to look like various members of the Weasley family as he did a rather poor impression of each. He was trying to do Molly, but quickly stopped the game when the woman herself turned what all of the Weasleys called 'the Weasley evil eye.' It was scary enough to send James looking down at his empty plate with shame.

Arthur stood up and shouted at everyone to be quiet so he could make an announcement, but no one was listening, or could even here him. It was only when he used his wand to make a bang louder than a gunshot that everyone looked to him. "Well," he started, obviously awkward although it was only his family, "Happy Thanksgiving." Everyone murmured 'happy thanksgiving' back to him before he continued. "But I thought that to help us get into the, er, spirit of this holiday, I thought that we could go around the table and everyone say what they are thankful for."

Ron audibly groaned. "Aw, Dad, can't we wait till after we've eaten? If all 26 of us say what we're thankful for, we'll lucky if we're done before Christmas!" Auntie Hermione gave him something very close to the Weasley Evil Eye before she whacked him upside the head with a whispered scolding.

"Who would like to start?" Grandpa Arthur asked brightly. It was so silent that James thought he could hear the crickets chirping outside. "No one? Guess I'll start then. I'm thankful for Molly who made practically all of this food and has been such a wonderful wife." James stuck out his tongue in disgust at the gushy junk as Grandmum Molly blushed.

Uncle George went next. "I'm thankful for my family as loud and annoying as they may be sometimes."

Aunt Angie said, "I'm thankful for my two adorable children and the opportunity we all get to spend together."

"I'm thankful for food!" Little five-year-old Roxanne squealed, soliciting chuckles from the adults.

"I'm thankful for my godfather and the rest of my god-family or else I wouldn't be eating nearly as fantastic food," Teddy said, hugging James and giving him a sloppy kiss to make James a little upset.

James wiped his cheek off with the back of his hand, glaring murderously at his god-brother. He looked up after a moment and realized that it was his turn to go. He sat thinking for a minute or so. Harry said, "Son, what are you thankful for?" Everyone looked at him expectantly.

"I'm thankful for Mummy and Daddy," he said brightly. Fred opened his mouth to go next, but James hissed. "Shut up. I'm not done!" Then he started with his list. "And I'm thankful for Lily, but not for Al."

"Hey!" the little raven-haired boy across from him adamantly exclaimed.

"You never eat my vegetables when I tell you to!" James heatedly told him.

"Because you always eat my cookies when I tell you not to!" the little four-year old argued.

Ginny intervened. "Okay, boys, that's enough. Fred?"

"No!" James protested. "I'm not done! I'm thankful for Grandmum and Grandad. I'm thankful for Uncle Ron, but not Aunt Hermione, 'cause she never lets me do whatever I want." People chuckled as Hermione narrowed her eyes. "I'm thankful for Hugo, but not for Rosie, 'cause she's too much of a know-it-all."

"Hey!" the little girl beside Albus squeaked, but James ignored her.

"I'm thankful Uncle George 'cause he's funny and Auntie Angelina and Freddy, but I'm not thankful for Roxy 'cause she's weird."

"I'll show yoo weird!" the dark-skinned little girl exclaimed as she struggled out of her seat. But Uncle George held her down, much to James's relief. For a girl, she could hit really hard.

"I'm thankful for Aunt Audrey because she's nice and gives me sweets, but not for Uncle Percy 'cause he talks way too much about grown up stuff. I'm not thankful for Little Molly or Lucy, 'cause they are party poopers." It was slightly funny to the entire family as the little ones got riled up over what James thought of them and some of their faces were getting very red. "I'm thankful for Uncle Charlie 'cause anyone who has dragons is awesome and he promised he was gonna give me one someday." Charlie laughed nervously at the glares he received from Ginny and Harry. "And I'm thankful for Uncle Bill 'cause those are the awesomest scars I have ever seen in my entire life."

"Hey," Harry laughed quietly. "My scar is way cooler."

"I'm thankful for Auntie Fleur 'cause she is so pretty, but not for Vicky 'cause she has cooties." Ron sneaked a roll off of the plate in front of him and began munching it with boredom. "I'm not thankful for Dominique because she's such a girl, but I think I'm thankful for Louis because he's nice and sneaks cookies out of Grandmum's cookie jar for me.

"And I'm thankful for Teddy 'cause he is the most amazting big brother in the entire world, and he helps me steal cookies, and he plays Quidditch with me—oh! And there was this one time that he let me look at this magazi—"

"Okay, little buddy," Teddy said nervously, clapping a hand over the little boy's mouth. "I think you've been thankful for enough things now."

James successfully licked Teddy's hand. The older boy jerked his hand away, disgusted. "I'm not done!"

"Oh, Sweet Merlin," Harry murmured, his head dropping into his hands. "Why can't this kid just shut up? A mute kid, that's all I've ever wanted."

"I'm thankful for my broomstick and the little toy snitch Daddy got me for Christmas. But I'm not thankful for that pack of underwear Santa brought me last year…"

"James Sirius Potter!" His mother exclaimed. "Just let someone else go!"

He looked at Ginny. "Mummy, you've always said that it's wrong to interrupt."

Her glare effectively cut off any argument, and he finally grumbled, "I guess Freddy can go now…"

The Weasleys at the table sighed in relief. It wasn't much longer after that that everyone was allowed to dig into the feast that was beginning to grow cold. James stuffed his face until he thought his stomach would rip open and all the food he ate would explode all over the room. Lily fell asleep right at the table, and Albus only managed to crawl into his mother's arms before drifting away. Teddy sighed and flooed back to the Tonks' early, seeing as his grandmum would be worried if he stayed away too long.

The Potter family left well past dark, flooing back to their home at Grimmauld Place where Ginny deftly managed to take both Lily and Albus upstairs and tuck them into bed. James pulled on his father's pants to get his attention, and when Harry turned, he held his arms up like Lily did when she wanted to be carried. Harry raised his eyebrows. "I thought that you said that you were a big boy this morning, and big boys don't need to be carried around."

The half-asleep James muttered, "I'm too sleepy."

Harry sighed and picked up his oldest child and began up the stairs. "Did you have fun today? It seemed like you enjoyed seeing all of your cousins. I know I had fun with all you aunts and uncles."

James's brown little eyes had shut and he nodded against his dad's shoulder. "Hey, Daddy, you know what I'm thankful for?"

Oh great. "Can we do this in the morning, kiddo? Your dad's awfully tired, and you must be, too."

He sighed as Harry laid him in his bed, pulling the covers up around the little boy's chin. "I'm thankful that I have people to be thankful for."

Harry smiled and kissed James forehead softly, listening to the steady breathing of his son. "I am, too, kiddo, I am, too."

How did you like it? PLEASE REVIEW! I don't know which character will be next, but I know that Scorpius will have a chapter around Christmas. So Happy Thanksgiving to the Americans!