"DAD!" and the silence of the house has just been broken.
"I'm in here Harry!" James Potter calls from his study and a thunder of little footsteps approach the room. Harry Potter, the not-so-famous 6 year old practically breaks down the door as he flies into the room.
"D-dad, I need to ask mom something," Harry pants.
"What's up?" James says, leaning back in his chair.
"No, no, you wouldn't know, only mom knows," Harry shakes his head.
"Try me. Anyways, your mother went to Diagon Alley for some stuff," James says.
"Okay… where do babies come from?" whatever James was expecting, it wasn't that.
"Wha-what?" he stammers.
"Where do babies come from?" Harry repeats.
"Now, where would you get a question like that?" James says nervously, his face turning red.
"Ron and I were talking on the mirrors that you and Uncle Padfoot gave us, and then Fred and George came in and they were arguing over it and then Ron and I started arguing, and mom knows everything so I had to ask her," Harry says all in one breath. James shakes his head before replying.
"Yeah, I really don't know. How 'bout you call Sirius and Remus over and see if they can tell you," a smirk building on his face.
"Okay! Yeah! Uncle Padfoot knows everything!" Harry squeals excitedly before running out of the room. James lets out a long sigh and raises his head to the ceiling, chuckling.
"I hope Harry never says that in front of him, the mutt's ego is big enough," he says to himself, before standing up and following Harry.
"Merlin help us all," he mutters as he leaves the room.
A/N: So, I haven't written in a long time, so here's a new little story! This is gonna be fun for everyone! Oh and in my little AU, Pettigrew got caught in the act of a Death Eater and landed himself a nice cell in Azkaban. No more Uncle Wormtail! Favourite, follow and review if you want more!
