This is my first fanfiction ever, so I know it's not the best and it's a little rusty, but please bare with me. I hope you enjoy it! :)

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter no matter how awesome it would be.

The night the boy became famous

The night was cool and the fire was soon lit warming every inch of the house. I was cooking dinner while Harry was giggling at the harmless charm James put on his teddy bear. It was dancing and twirling on the coffee table to the beat of the music playing throughout the house. His laugh was light and filled with pure joy and pretty soon I was chuckling as much as the two of them.

James walked over and smelt the air. He smiled and gathered me in a hug. "It smells delicious Lily, and you always surprise me with never letting magic to help you cook." I smiled too feeling my cheeks glow.

"Well, I guess you're lucky you have a wife who never makes your life boring," I replied teasingly. He laughed and he gave me a soft kiss before I went back to cooking.

Soon the house was filled with delicious smells of roast beef, gravy, mashed potatoes, corn, and for desert, pumpkin pie. I placed our plates on the table while James grabbed the silverware and glasses. My magic put Harry in his high chair while I scooted up to the table with James following suit behind me.

Harry was already digging into his meal and babbling cheerfully. "Since it's Halloween I decided to make homemade pumpkin pie." I said.

"It tastes amazing Lily," replied James, "your mother's recipe?"

"Actually no, it's petunias." I smiled at the flash of surprise on his face. "You know, she really isn't that bad. I mean, sure she despises magic, but maybe It's because I was always the one getting the attention from mum and dad. I often feel sorry for her and wish it could've turned out different between us."

I cast my eyes down to the table. James set his hand on mine. "Lily, you're exceptionally kind. I'm sure you did the best you could. Anyone who was fortunate enough to have met you could see that." I looked into his hazel eyes and saw nothing but sincere compassion, and couldn't help but think I made the right choice in becoming Mrs. Potter.

Throughout the night the family laughed, joked, and ate their fill. It was a perfect evening, and before long the dishes were washed, put away, and everyone was ready to retire to their beds.

As a last addition to Harry's first Halloween we decided to do a muggle tradition and carve a pumpkin. I certainly looked forward to it myself when I was a kid. James, being the full wizard he is, was new to this concept and was enjoying it.

"Having fun there?" I laughed as he accidently flung a blob of pumpkin guts skittering across the table. He smiled and tried to concentrate as he carved the mouth into the pumpkin. Harry smiled at the finished work then shifted his attention to the candy in a pile at the end of the table.

I smiled, "Alright but only one." I grabbed a gummy pumpkin and set it in his small hand. He looked like I just bought him all the toys in the toy store and happily bit the stem off of it. I beamed and gathered him in my arms just as James set the candle inside the newly made jack-o-lantern.

"How does it look?" He asked.

"Well, I would say that you're an expert." I replied taking in all of its goofy smiled glory.

"You're really something you know that." He said before giving me a peck on the cheek.

"Hmm…you wouldn't be after that last piece of pumpkin pie now would you James?" I said chuckling.

He laughed with me, "Well it's so good it shouldn't go to waste." He gave me a mischievous grin.

Harry let out a yawn and I shifted my attention to him. "Well, I think it might be time for this little wizard to rest up for another big day tomorrow."

"Aww…can't you let him stay up a little longer mom?" James said.

"I can't James, you know I would any other day, but tomorrow we have to head over to your mom's early in the morning to discuss the Thanksgiving plans."

"Oh, I forgot about that! Luckily you reminded me I was just going to take Severus up on his offer on playing a game of quiditch. I'll have to call him later."

We were all just walking towards the steps leading to the upstairs when we heard a bang outside. All I could do was look into James eyes and see the knowing terror lying beneath them as Harry started to whine.