Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, as you probably already know.
A/N: This is a short story I wrote a few months ago but never got around to putting up. It takes place in the fifth book, at the Department of Mysteries. So, hope you enjoy...
"Little bitty baby Potter," Bellatrix sang in a terrible mock-baby voice.
Harry's eyes flashed dangerously. "Don't call me that!" he yelled and pointed his wand at her.
Bellatrix laughed. "Widdle baby Potter! Widdle itty bitty tiny Potter!"
"I said don't call me that!"
"Why not?" Bellatrix taunted."Does little baby Potter not like to be called that? Poor widdle baby!"
"I am not a baby! I'm the boy who lived!" Harry shouted angrily.
Bellatrix just laughed again, obviously enjoying his anger. "Widdle baby Potter!" she continued to taunt.
"I'm gonna kill you if you don't stop!" Harry screamed, his wand still pointed at Bellatrix.
"Oh, little Potter's going to kill me, is he? How are you going to do that? You don't even know how to kill, little baby that you are!"
"I AM NOT A BABY!" Harry shouted again, throwing down his wand.
Three days later:
Hermione sighed in exasperation and looked at Harry, who was staring at the ground with a sulky expression on his face. "Harry, are you still pouting over what Bellatrix called you?"
Harry scowled. "She insulted me! And on top of that she killed Sirius," he added as an afterthought.
A/N: REVIEW please! :)