I don't own HP...
Once upon a time, there was-
BOOM! CRASH! BLANG!
Forget it…
Harry was racing through the giant room, trying to keep the children in check. He put his eyes on Lucius, who somehow managed to find a wand somewhere. The blond boy was showing the stick to his best friend, Arthur, as he was shaking it, eyes full of innocence curiously inspecting the piece of wood. Harry knew, from experience, that a wand in a baby's hand couldn't end well.
And so, Harry jumped towards the blonde baby, hands stretched and shouting "NOO!". Lucius turned his head and pointed the wand at him.
"Haty!" Lucius exclaimed joyfully, shaking the wand in the process. As he did so, a strong blast of water burst out of the wand, sending Harry skidding to the other side of the room, consequently hitting the wall. Lucius and Arthur laughed as Harry spat some the water that had made its way into his mouth with a scowl. A drenched Harry marched in Lucius's direction and took the wand off the boy's chubby hands. Lucius sniffed and to Harry's displeasure, started crying and wailing.
Harry panicked. He had no idea how to stop Lucius from crying, which was one of the things he couldn't actually do. He started running in circles, begging for Hermione, anyone, to appear.
A light bulb appeared over Harry's head and he stopped.
The pacifiers! Where the heck are the pacifiers?! Harry started to sprint around the room, looking for the damn things, Lucius's cries getting louder by the second. Finally, his eyes landed on the blue pacifier sitting idly in the table. He rushed there, grabbed the thing and pratically rammed it on Lucius's mouth. The baby made a "What-the-heck-boi?" and then tested the pacifier. Fortunately, it passed the boy's test as he went back to playing with Arthur.
Harry sighed.
Mission Complete.
BOOOOOOMM!
You just had to say it, hadn't you, Harry?
Harry followed the sound of the explosion and went face to face with an abomination. Harry's face spiked into horror as he saw Nicholas chucking things into the toilet, with Albus giggling by his side. Toilet paper, cockroaches, Harry's lunch, nappies, Snape's greasy hair, you name it, it was all just being thrown into the toilet.
Harry shrieked and took hold of the two boys by the collar of their shirts, wanting to get away from whatever they were doing as fast as possible. He darted back to the lounge in despair, face as pale as a sheet. His fears were confirmed true when the bathroom literally exploded, pieces of concrete and sewage being sent flying, hitting cars and buildings, the former yelling curses.
Damn those babies.