"Harry get back here!" James yelled as he chased his son around the house. He had been trying to catch him for five minutes now. You'd think it would be easy since he's barely one, but Harry was a fast kid.
"Come on Harry! It's time for bed!" James said and made a grab for Harry. But once again Harry managed to slip through his hands. Harry had to be using magic.
"No!" Harry said defiantly as he crawled under the table.
James dropped to his hands and knees and tried to get under the table to grab his son. However he wasn't as small as he used to be.
Harry giggled as he saw his daddy struggling to crawl under the tiny table.
James finally gave up, "Harry James potter get out from under there right now or I swear I'll flip this table over!"
Harry just gave his dad a mischievous look and crawled out and sprinted around the corner giggling.
James ran his hand through his hair and watched his son go with a small smile. Harry was definitely the son of a marauder.