Title: A Bedtime Story
Summary: James tells Harry a bedtime tale that is so sweet that he got his first cavity. (Just kidding) one-shot
Rating: G
AN/Disclaimer: I own nothing save the pen I write with.
My inspiration for this piece actually came from John Lennon; in 1961, sick of people asking them where the name "the Beatles" came from, he came up with what is now known as the "Flaming Pie" story. Anyway, I really like his writing style; it's different than anything else, kind of like a planned randomness. If that makes sense.
And away we go!
James Potter was feeding his son a bottle, telling him a story, and trying to get him to sleep at the same time.
He was a great multi-tasker.
"Once upon a time, there were three little boys called James, Sirius, and Remus, by name christened. They all went to a magical school and they got together because they were the getting together type. When they were together, they asked, what on earth for? So they all went to a magic shop and formed an annoyance."
He shifted Harry and burped him.
"Strangely, no one was interested, least of all the people they were trying to annoy. So, on discovering a fourth little boy, called Peter Pettigrew running around them, they said to him, quote, "Sonny, get a personality and you will be alright." And he did- but he wasn't alright because he didn't know how to use it! So they sat on him with comfort until he could use it. Still there was no point, and a kindly old aged mage said, quote, "Thou hast no point!" So a series of points came and went and came."
Lily came in to put away some of Harry's toys.
"Suddenly, in Scotland, while wandering to Transfiguration, the group, called the Marauders called, discovered a lovely girl with red hair. She told them to bugger off. But James did not, and they married."
"I'll have to tell him the real story sometime," she said laughing.
"Shh. Many people asked, What are Marauders? Why Marauders? Ugh, Marauders, how did the name arrive? So I will tell you. It came in detention. A witch appeared in a fiery wrath and said unto them, "From this day on, you Marauders will spend every Friday in detention.""Thank You, Professor McGonagall," they said, thanking her."
Lily laughed. James hushed her again, set Harry in his crib and escorted her out.
"What's wrong with my story?"
"Nothing, love," she kissed him. "I loved it, I truly did." They crawled into bed, knowing that Harry would wake in a few hours, needing another feeding. The two lay wrapped up in each other. "I love all your random stories," she added. "They make me laugh. You covered seven years of drama in seven minutes."
"I am a genius."
"There's a fine line between genius and madness, love."
He pulled her closer and kissed her.
That night, little Harry James Potter slept the entire night. This may or may not be a reflection of James' story telling skills….
Конец!
(The End)