A/N- Hi all. I'm back because the plot bunnies forced me! I hope you enjoy
Note- Here are the ages for the children.
Lily is five, Albus is seven, and James is eight.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to J.K Rowling.
"Daddy, wake up," a little whisper pierced the silence of the room. Harry grunted, dismissing the voice as a whisper of his dreams.
"Dad!" another voice called, louder this time.
"James, be quiet. We're trying to wake Dad, not Mum."
Harry groaned again and opened his eyes. There were three indistinct shapes hovering over him. He groggily reached his hand towards his bedside table. A tiny, soft hand met his and placed a pair of glasses into it. Harry sat up, placed the glasses on his face, and stared at his three pajama-clad children.
"Do I even want to know why you three are up at…" he flicked his gaze towards the muggle digital clock that he had bought last Christmas "six o'clock in the morning?"
"It's Mothers' Day and we want to make Mum some breakfast," Lily chirped.
"Shh," Harry hushed gently. He stood and beckoned his children to follow him.
They sleepily shuffled their way to the kitchen.
"What shall we make her?" Harry asked Lily, James, and Albus.
"Let's make pancakes," Lily suggested.
"No, we can make her waffles," James countered.
"Pancakes are better!"
"No waffles are much tastier!"
"Pancakes!"
"Waffles!"
"Pancakes!"
"Waffles!"
"Enough you two," Harry said sternly. "We'll make her one pancake, and one waffle."
Lily and James both nodded in agreement.
"Albus, what else should we make?" Harry asked his youngest son.
"Mum really likes omelets," he supplied.
"Ok, one pancake, one waffle, and an omelet it is. Why don't you three get started on the pancake and waffle batter." Harry instructed as he extracted some eggs and vegetables from the refrigerator.
"Oh no, we don't have any cheese. You three wait right here while I floo over to Grandma Molly's house and see if she has any. Don't do anything until I get back," Harry warned as he rushed into the living room.
Seconds later, a flash of emerald green light briefly filled the living room and kitchen and then it was gone.
"Well, let's get started," James announced excitedly.
"James, did you not just here Dad? He told us not to do anything until he gets back," Albus scolded.
"Oh c'mon Al, we know what we're doing. All we do is mix some stuff together."
Albus wasn't reassured by this but Lily was already grabbing ingredients from out of the refrigerator and lower cupboards.
"Now Lily, pour some milk into the bowl," James instructed. Lily did so, being very careful not to spill. She filled the bowl to the top.
"Now, I'll put some eggs into the bowl," James said, dropping three whole eggs into the bowl. Milk sloshed over the sides.
"James, you're supposed to crack them," Albus informed him.
"Right you are," James conceded and smashed the eggs with his fist, spraying even more milk.
"You're making a mess James!" Lily exclaimed.
"Albus pour in some flower," James commanded, ignoring Lily's exclamation. Albus brought over the bag of flour and began to slowly pour it.
"You're not doing it right. Give me that." James snatched the bag of flour from Albus and dumped all of the contents into the bowl.
"Now, we mix." James announced, grabbing a spoon from the nearest drawer. Albus and Lily did the same.
"It's missing something," Albus pointed out.
"When Mum makes anything like pancakes, she puts yeast in it. She told me that yeast and magic make things rise," Lily informed them proudly.
"Well she keeps the yeast in the top cupboard and none of us can reach it, not even with a chair," Albus said.
"Then we'll have to use magic. Good thing I borrowed Dad's wand before he left," James declared proudly.
"You're going to be in so much trouble," Albus warned as James extracted the wand from the pocket of his pajamas.
"Not if this turns out to be the best breakfast ever," he countered. He waved the wand over the mess of flour, milk, and eggs. It began to rise, but rapidly and in an out-of-control manner.
Harry flashed back into the living room carrying a block of cheese from Molly's house. As soon as he had entered the house, he knew that a mess was being created. He hurried into the kitchen and gaped at what he saw. His three children were covered in flour and milk and on the counter; a large mass of white goop was slowly filling the room. James stood, his white face set in fear as he frantically waved Harry's wand. Before harry could say anything, an explosion burst from the wand and hit the goop, which in turn exploded. Lily, Albus, and James made it out of the kitchen in time, but Harry wasn't that lucky.
Ginny Potter was sleeping peacefully in her bed until an explosion jolted her from her sleep. She rubbed her eyes and moaned.
"Just one bloody day of sleep," she mumbled as she through on a dressing gown and ran downstairs.
In front of the door leading to the kitchen, she saw her three children covered in what looked like milk and flour.
"Hi Mum," James greeted, trying to sound cheerful as he ruffled his hair, causing flour to fall to the ground. Ginny gave them a stern look and gestured for them to move aside and let her into the kitchen to examine the damage.
Upon walking in, she was severely shocked to find the kitchen completely covered in white goop. It looked like snow and in the middle of the kitchen was what looked like a statue. Ginny walked through the goop on the floor and drew her wand. She wearily approached the human-like structure and began poking it with her wand.
"Hey, watch where you're sticking that thing," a voice mumbled. A white hand came up to rub at the face and Ginny could see it was harry.
"Harry!" she yelled, trying to push down her laughter. She turned with the intention of glaring at her kids, but their faces were so guilty.
"Happy Mothers' Day?" they chorused uncertainly in unison. That was it for Ginny. She let out an explosive laugh. Harry continued to wipe his face in vain. Finally he gave up and rushed over to Ginny, covering her in goop.
"Pancake/waffle batter fight!" James announced and the games began. Batter balls flew in every direction and Harry and Ginny laughed.
"Best Mothers' Day ever," she whispered to harry. He grinned and lobbed a batter ball at her.
A/n- I hope this made you giggle, if only just a little bit. I'm trying to decide whether to make this a collection of oneshots in which we see the antics of the Potter family. Be sure to review and let me know what you think.