Lily Potter woke up to the morning rays just begining to peak in. She looked over to her side, and smiled at her husband James Potter, who was still snoring away. Then she looked to the corner of the room, where a crib lay. At her infant son, Harry. Harry meanwhile, was looking all around the room, and when he saw his mother looking at him, he gave a happy coo. Lily smiled and crept out of the bed, scooting her feet into soft slippers as soon as she could. Who could bear those cold floors? She thought laughingly. As she neared the crib, Harry let out another louder baby noise. "Sh sh!" She whispered. "Don't wake daddy!" She scooped up Harry in her arms. Then she pulled the baby blanket from his crib and wrapped him in it. The Autumn days were just starting to get chilly. Then she padded down the stairs into the bright and warm kitchen. The house elf, who had been knitting something that looked similar to a cactus on a pallet by the fire. Jumped up. "What would you like Mistress?" The house elf said in a sqeaky voice. "Just a warmed up bottle please, Kinky" Lily asked. The house elf set right to work, a warm bottle was made in less than a minute. The house elf then drew up a rocking chair and setteled Lily in it, also handing her the bottle. After she had completed her task she bowed, then retreated back to the pallet. Lily fed Harry the bottle. Laughing as he drank it greedily. "You eat just like your father." She smiled. "Is that a bad thing?" A new voice said. James ran a hand through his hair as he came to stand next to Lily. Lily smirked. "Maybe." She teased. James pretended to act affened. "Don't be so harsh Lily! I have amazing eating skills!" He grinned. When Lily had finished burping Harry, James swooped him out of her arms. "Hows it going big boy?" James ruffled the tiny bit of hair Harry had. "You keep that hair looking windswept, and you'll be a hit with the ladies." James said slyly, looking over at Lily. She tried to look annoyed but failed. "Are you hungry James?" Lily asked. At this the house elf snapped to attention. "I am a little bit." He replied. The house elf had already acted by the time they started to ask her to make something. "What would yous like Master James? I coulds whip up some biscuits, or english muffins? Maybe a spot of eggs and potatoes, bacon or sausage. I do has that good ham yous like! Or would yous like waff-" She babbled. "I would english muffins, eggs and potaoes, and the ham please." He cut her off. "Yes Master James!" She said cheerfully, and set to work. After a few minutes breakfast was on the table. Harry was sitting in the house elf's arms happyily nawing on a crust of the english muffin. "James do you have to work today?" Lily asked. "No, I got the day off." He replied. "Good! I wanted to do a bit of shopping." She said happily. "I suspose we could pop into digaon alley for an hour or so." James said thoughtfully. "No! I wanted to go muggle shopping! Bloomingdales if having a wonderful sale on dresses and jeans!" She smiled. "But muggle shopping is so boring!" James whined. "Alice and Frank are coming too!" Lily exclaimed. "Well...Okay." He said reluctantly. "Exilant!" Lily grinned. Soon after breakfast Lily bathed and dressed. Then forced James too. "Lily! I took a shower last night! Can't I go in my pajamas?" He whined again. "No!" She said. Lily turned on the shower and then pushed James into the bathroom. After he had stumbled in, she shut the door behind him and charmed it with a flick of her wand. James tried to open the door. "Alohomora." He whispered. Then started banging on the door. "What do you do to the door." He yelled. "Just charmed it. It won't come open intill you take a shower." Lily said airily. "Aurgh!" Was James's reply. Lily went downstairs to retrive Little Harry from the house elf. Who was slightly disapointed, as she enjoyed the little baby immensely. Soon, Harry had his diaper changed, and was into a fresh onesie. She added a pair of teeny little sweat pants for added warmth. Just as she was leaving the bedroom, James emerged from the bathroom in his robe. He flung his sopping wet hair away from his face indigantly and shot Lily a murderous glare. Lily walked out of the room laughing.