It was Harry James Potter's first birthday. It was a low key affair: only Harry, his parents, Remus Lupin and Bathilda Bagshot were there but everyone in the Order had sent birthday presents for the one year old.
Hestia Jones had sent a little outfit, Dedaldus Diggle a book full of funny rhymes and jokes; and many more but the best present, in Harry's opinion was the broom! Sirius Black, his godfather had sent him it, but Harry didn't know or care about this: all he wanted to do was fly!
James set him up on his broom, and within minutes, Harry was zooming around, taking hairline turns at speeds of…. ½ a mile an hour! Still, everyone whooped and clapped, until Harry smashed the vase his Aunt Petunia had sent them at Christmas; then there was a silence that penetrated them all, until Harry laughed which set them all off. Bathilda cleaned up the pieces, whilst Lily took a photo of James and Harry messing around with the broom.
"Take it outside boys!" lily said, and they did, they flew around the garden: James fetched his broom by summoning charm, and they flew around the garden smiling all the while.
Harry came in later, and almost squished the cat when he pointed his broom at it: luckily Lily dragged Bonny out of the way before any harm could come to her.
"Bedtime MR!" she laughed, and Harry pouted before succumbing to being carried upstairs to be put in his cot. He loved his life: little did he know 3 months later, this would all come to an end…
Hi this is so short but it was cute to write
Vicky xx