A piercing cry of a child echoed through the ward as he was delievered. Cleaned and dressed, the little boy opened his eyes for the first time. They were green. Green like emralds. So piercing. Very curious. Such eyes that made you have a feeling that they were looking through your soul. These remarkable eyes were gazing into another set of similar eyes. His mother's. His eyes were same as his mother's but his mother was delighted to see that except them, he was splitting image of his father. Suddenly, a tall, lanky, black haired, bespectacled man came running into the private ward but came to an abrupt stop as he saw the little bundle in his wife's arms. He slowly approached the duo and as he gazed into his son's eyes, he was mesmerized. He gently stroked his son's cheek and spoke,"Harry Potter.""Harry James Potter."His wife had given their son his name as a middle name. They both knew at that moment that their son was their pride and joy.
"Harry! Come back here. Please! I will give you a chocolate pie. Please!"A father begged to his son to come back to him. Harry had taken his father, James' wand and crawled away, changing in his way, all the windchimes into little pixies who were currently ripping James' hairs. He didn't care about hair even slightly. It can be regrown but Harry could hurt himself with a wand. Harry, who listened to his father's request with rapt attention sat there, making a thoughtful face ( as much as an eight month old could ) as if considering his Dada's offer and then giggled lightly. After a bit of crawling around the room, the child tired himself out and crawled into his father's arms. James took back his wand and reversed the effect of his son's accidental magic. A sigh escaped as he himself was tired after chasing after his son. When Lily came into the room, she found father and son cuddled up on the floor. James woke up at the sound of shufflinf of feet and seeing his wife, he said,"Padfoot wasn't joking. He really is more mischivious than even me at his age." Lily's corners of mouthh lifted into a smile,"Yes, but he brings so much joy in our lives." He brought joy in their lives.
Padfoot nearly killed the Potters' cat. Well, not exactly padfoot, but who else will gift a working toy broomstick to a one year old on his birthday. Currently, Harry Potter was flying across the room without any supervision. As he swooped down to land, the potter family's cat came running in front of him. The creature would have been killed if not for who accioed it on time. The boy started brawling, thinking he killed his mum's cat. Said cat bounded out of his mistress' arms and ran across the room to rub its head to the child's face. His sobs immediately subsided as his face lighted up and he giggled. When James Potter came home, he saw his son swooping around the living room on a broomstick under his wife's supervision. He was so proud that his fifteen month old son was flying a broom so skillfully. He called his son down and sat him in his lap for some father son time."Dada, I phew a bloomtik." His son's baby talk was refreshing after a day of fighting Death Eaters. It reminded him that he had a reason to fight. Not for himself, but to give his son a better world."I am so proud of you Harry." He conveyed his thoughts aloud and his wife admonished him with,"We are proud of him." His parents were proud of him.
"Lily, take Harry and run." Harry heard his Dada shout. He sounded agitated which made Harry agitated too. His mummy came running to his room and fell. He shouted,"Mummy."And started crying. Suddenly, am ugly man broke the door which served to make Harry cry louder for his mummy. His mummy crawled to his crib and said,"Momma loves you Harry. Dada loves you too. You are their pride and joy. Be strong. Be safe." And then, she screamed as a green light hit her.
"We are proud of you Harry." James' imprint had said.
The End.