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A/N: This is my first fanfic so please tell me if it's bad in the reviews
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Eleven-month-old Harry James Potter was screaming his head off again at one in the morning
"James, get in there and help your son!" said Lily Potter to her husband James.
"Why can't you. You're his mother." Said James.
"Because I told you to" Lily said.
"Fine, fine"
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Harry screamed in the next room.
James went into Harry's room and when Harry saw his daddy he stopped screaming and started to giggle.
"Aww, you were just screaming because you wanted to see your dear old dad."
"Dada" giggled Harry
James picked Harry up and started rocking him so he would fall asleep but Harry had other ideas in mind. Harry grabbed James's glasses and threw them across the room.
"Harry, no!" James said frantically looking for his glasses.
James set Harry down on the floor while looking for his glasses. When James finally found his glasses he looked over to where Harry was sitting and saw he was gone. Now James was looking around the house for Harry.
When he couldn't find his son he ran into his room telling Lily he had lost Harry but instead of being worried Lily just giggled and pointed to James's spot on the bed. James looked and saw Harry fast asleep.
A/N: So what do you think it was my first fanfic and I don't know how it turned out.