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Hope you enjoy this family drabble! (must admit, this isn't my greatest work, but nevertheless!)

"James!" Ginny exclaimed, as she watched her first born son fly through the kitchen window on a toy broomstick. She threw the cup she was washing back into the sink and tried catching her son, who's face was glued with ecstasy.

This morning, Harry had decided to surprise James with a toy broomstick he had brought not long ago and thought about giving him a flying lesson at the backyard since the weather was fairly great. After positioning James on his little broom, Harry figured that James didn't need much tutoring as James was already a professional baby flyer himself.

After watching James do a few loops in the air, not high from the ground considering it was just a toy broomstick, the highest it could go was just till Harry's knees. Within a blink of an eye, James was flying through the kitchen window. Harry ran as quickly as he could to the back door and slammed it shut before his son could escape into the wilds.

"James Potter! Down this instance!" Harry panted, as his eyes followed the swift flyer, thinking the toddler had understood what he said.

Even if he did, he probably wouldn't stop. Harry and Ginny had also figured out that James had not just only inherit his grandfather's name but also his active genes, it wasn't a complete shock for Harry to find out James knew how to fly instantly. After all, James Potter the first was known as an excellent and prominent chaser.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Harry pulled out his wand from his pocket and said. Now having full control of his son, he nudged his wife to make a second move.

Ginny got the idea, she raised her wand and pointed at the baby, arms raising in the air enjoying his while in the air. "Accio James." When James was back into his mother's warm embrace, Ginny turned to his husband with a fierce glare smeared onto her face, "If you dare buy another toy broom for Albus, I'm throwing yours out."

James was still the last one laughing.

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