A/N: Short, one shot fluff basically! Just my take on Christmas Eve at the Potters, had they not been killed, Harry is about 4 or 5. I have ideas for this to develop into something more if I get enough reviews. So, enjoy! And please review!
Harry woke slowly to the muffled noise of what sounded like a broken record. He turned over in bed, letting his eyes slowly pry open, his unfocussed vision saw the blurry shape of a cauldron shaped night light in the corner of his room. The noises seemed to be getting louder and it sounded like yelling now. Harry frowned and pulled his small body out of his warm and cozy bed. He dangled his feet over the edge of his bed for a moment still waking up. Slowly he shuffled over to his bedroom door and opened it slowly peering cautiously down the dark hallway. He began to creep slowly down the hallway towards the sound of the noises. Harry reached the end of the hallway and curled his little fingers around the door frame and peered quickly around. He heard his father's voice in his head,
"Harry you always gotta be stealth."
Harry brushed his messy hair out of his eyes and sure hoped that his quick glance had been stealth enough for his father.
Inside the room that was dimly lit by Christmas lights coming from the Christmas tree and mantel place were four people. Lily and James Potter were sitting on the couch, Lily's feet in James lap. They were watching in amusement as a handsome young Sirius Black pranced around the living room singing Christmas carols. The fourth person was a young, but worn looking man sitting in a big armchair next to the couch, Remus Lupin. Harry had tried his very best to be stealth yet he still thought that his friend Moony had seen him. Harry waited leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. Lupin beckoned Sirius over to him and whispered something in his ear,
"Padfoot, there is a certain little someone hiding behind that wall," Sirius's eyes lit up and a reckless grin stretched across his face.
The out of tune chorus of "God Rest Ye' Merry Hippogriffs" grew closer and closer to Harry as his heart rate rose rapidly and his eyes widened. Just as he had turned around to make a dash back to his bedroom, two strong hands grabbed him from behind,
"Gotcha, little Mr. Sneaky!" Harry was swirled around the living room, and giggled contagiously.
Lily looked up at her only son lovingly. James started,
"What were you doing spying Mister? What did we tell you about spies…"
Harry cast a nervous look around the room.
"Dad, I…I…" Harry was getting really worried now. He had been told about what happened to spies and about what had happened to an old friend of his Mummy and Daddy's who had been caught spying on them. He didn't want to meet the same fate as Peter.
Lily shot a warning glance at James, who instantly understood, and dropped the issue,
"Just kidding Mister," and as he started tickling his small son the smile on both of their faces grew. Before long all three men were tickling Harry and spinning him around the room, making Harry very dizzy.
"Mummy, save me!" Harry yelped playfully.
Lily grabbed her small boy away from the tickling hands of Moony, Padfoot and Prongs and lay down on the couch with her son on top of her. The whole room was spinning for Harry, the Christmas lights making a crazy pattern in his eyes. As the heads of his four favorite people came into focus, Harry felt very happy; he knew it was going to be a good Christmas.
