"Harry, wake up sweetie," Lily Potter said softly, rubbing her baby's arm as he stirred in his crib.
"Lils, let the kid rest! It's his birthday!" James Potter grumbled from his bed.
"I want Harry to enjoy his birthday as much as he can, because who knows how many he'll have," Lily's eyes started to well up with tears and James got out of bed and put his arms around his wife.
"It's okay Lils, he'll be okay! We'll all be okay! No one will think Wormy is our secret keeper, Padfoot was right," James comforted his wife. She got really emotional lately because of Voldemort's terrors.
"But, it's my baby's first birthday! Who knows if it will be his last?" Lily sobbed and James spun her around so he was looking into her large emerald eyes.
"Lils, stop thinking like that. I don't want you to ruin Harry's first birthday! Cheer up!" James said and Lily hit him softly on the arm.
"You're right, I'm just being stupid. I'm gonna go take a shower, can you wake Harry up?" Lily said and James nodded hesitantly. Lily wiped her face and walked off to the bathroom as James slowly walked towards Harry's crib.
"Oh, and change his nappy too," Lily called over her shoulder and James looked at Harry like he would lead to his certain death.
"Um, c'mon squirt, wake up," James said, softly shaking Harry.
"Harry, buddy, get up," James said, and Harry's eyelids fluttered briefly before they stopped moving again. Harry just rolled over and kind of waved at James, as if he were trying to say "5 more minutes dad…"
"Dude! It's your birthday! Get up!" James said exasperatedly and Harry's head snapped up to look at him, his emerald eyes wide open and curious. James laughed and picked Harry up.
"You were faking? A marauder through and through," James chuckled, making a mental note to tell Sirius about this later. Harry just gurgled and looked up at James expectantly. Suddenly, James pulled Harry away from him and held him at arm's length.
"Ugh! That's revolting! What does your mother feed you?" James cried once he got a whiff of what was inside Harry's nappy. Harry smirked and gurgled again and James stared at him.
"Definitely a Marauder," James muttered as he gently lay Harry on his changing table. He rolled his sleeves up and braced himself for the horror he was about to witness. James undid the fastenings on Harry's nappy as he heard the water start to run in the bathroom. He peeled the diaper away from Harry's bottom, and I'm guessing you don't want a description. James gagged and grabbed a wipe from the nappy bag, and started on wiping away the, er, poop. When Harry's bottom was clean, James picked him up so he could lay the new nappy down. Then, James realised that he couldn't do them both at the same time, so he grabbed his wand, while trying to hold his naked son as far away from him as possible.
"Wingardium Leviosa," James said under his breath and as he was magically laying the nappy down.
Quite suddenly, the quiet in the peaceful house was broken by a cry of horror.
"James?" Lily cried when she heard the yell. Like she learned in Auror training, constant vigilance. She shut the water off and wrapped a towel around her body tightly. She ran out of the shower, her head still covered in shampoo, and sped into the bedroom.
"James! Are you okay?" she scanned the room quickly and burst out laughing when she saw James holding Harry at an arm's length again, and James' head and shirt was soaked.
"HE PEED ON ME!" James yelled, and Harry giggled. Lily, still laughing, walked over and grabbed Harry from James, wiped him, and successfully put his new nappy on as James ran around the room screaming.
"THE BLOODY BABY PEED ON ME!" James screamed as he struggled to get him drenched shirt off his head.
"James! Language!" Lily scolded, covering Harry's miniature ears.
"Fresh air! Need fresh air!" James gasped as he ran across the room and flung open the window. He looked at the red and orange sky, and the rising sun calmed him a bit. He looked at the little village that he lived in, and the sound of the birds singing filled his ears. He saw some of their little neighbors playing jump-rope on the cobbled street. But it was too good to be true. Voldemort was out there somewhere, terrorising muggles and wizards, for a reason unknown to the Potter family. He was after Harry, and James knew that, but why? James took one last gulp of the fresh, sweet air and then pulled his head back into the room.
"I'm going to go take a shower," James announced.
"Yes, go do that," Lily giggled and James walked out of the room, still trying to remove his stained shirt from his body.
"I raised you so well," Lily said to Harry, and he gurgled, probably meaning that he understood and was proud of it.
I originally intended this to be a one-shot, but it was too short, so I'll be posting more chapters soon.
