Thr Haircut
Harry could hear James Sirius cooing and giggling in his highchair behind him. He was searching for the pair of scissors he had seen. Ah there! Snatching them from the drawer, he turns back towards his son. Briefly he runs his fingers thru James' unruly hair. "You know, it is never too early to learn to control this mop of yours. Now just sit still and this will only take a few minutes."
As Harry worked around his son's flailing hands, he kept a steady stream of converstation. Not really paying much mind to what he was saying. He was almost finished when a voice spoke from the doorway behind him. "This is a familiar scene. Except I used to do the same to you as a baby Harry." Flushing at being caught, but smiling at the idea that once upon a time this had been him. "I always felt that one should always treat others the way they want to be treated. I wouldn't want anyone talking to me in that babyish talk so many adults use for children," said Remus.
He smiled fondly at Harry and said, "Looks like I am not the only one who thinks that way." Harry returned the smile and chuckled. "I am the same way with dogs. After Padfoot, I always wonder if it is a real dog or an animagus." Remus chuckled and reached to pick up James Sirius. "Now, let's take you to play with Teddy, shall we?"
Harry smiled fondly at the sight of Remus holding James Sirius. For a split second he imagined himself there instead. Never having had his real father, Harry had always looked to Remus, Sirius and Arthur as father figures. He was happy to know that he was taking after Remus in some small way. Who knows, maybe James Sirius will be the same as Remus and I. I already know Teddy is. It isn't such a bad thing to be like Remus after all, Harry thought.