It was December 24, 1980 and the Potter family sat in their living room, decorating the Christmas tree. Lily hovered the baubles onto the higher branches, while James put the star in Harry's hand.

"You know, Lily, for a six month old, he sure has a good grip."

"Yes of course. Maybe one day he'll be a Seeker."

"Seeker? I'd prefer a Chaser like his old man, but Seeker works too."

Lily chuckled, "Now how exactly are you planning on getting him to the top of the tree? I will not allow you to levitate our child."

"No of course not. Here, accio broom."

Lily smiled as James' broom zoomed into his hand, just missing the sofa. James climbed on top of it and lifted up baby Harry, who had been sucking on the star. The broom rose gently to the ceiling. Lily took out a camera as little Harry, with the help of James, put the star on top.

They gently sunk back down to the ground, James grinning and Harry cooing.

"Great job, James."

"Thank you, but really it was all Harry."

She pecked him on the lips before taking Harry out of his arms. "Time for this little man to go to bed. He has lots of presents to open in the morning."

Harry cooed again and settled his head on his mother's shoulder. His dad kissed him on the head. As he slowly fell asleep, his mother took him upstairs and put him in his crib. He lifted his tiny fist as if to wave goodnight. Lily kissed him on the cheek and turned out the light. A few seconds later, he was deep asleep.

The next morning at about five, Harry sat up in his crib, rubbed his eyes sleepily, and then began to scream and cry.

A very groggy James rushed in and picked Harry up.

"Lily, I guess it's time to open presents!" he shouted.

Together, they went down to the living room where piles of red, gold, silver, green, and white presents covered the floor. James sat Harry down and immediately he crawled over to a present and tried ripping off the wrappings. Lily helped him and soon the contents were free. It was a red blanket with a broom sewn into it.

"From mum of course," James smiled.

About an hour later, the living room was coated with a good two inches of wrapping paper. There were one presents left under the tree. It was shabbily wrapped in green paper.

Lily took it in her hands and unwrapped it. "It's for Harry from… Petunia!"

"What?" James asked.

"Gooaga!" Harry exclaimed.

"There's a note attached. Look," Lily said, "It says:"

Lily,

Dad was making this before he died. He wanted Harry to have it but somehow it ended up at our house. Here you go.

Happy Holidays, Petunia

Lily unwrapped the package showing two small wooden and painted knights. The first rode a black sword and had a green shield with a white cross on it. The second rode a brown horse and had a red shield with four yellow diamonds.

"They're beautiful."

"Your father was an amazing wood worker," said James handing the little knights to Harry who immediately grabbed them and started banging them on the ground and cooing happily.

James grinned and hugged Lily. "Happy Christmas."