So, this was a plot bunny that one of my fans yamiyugi23 that came up with for me, since I wrote another one shot that was about young Harry. This idea just ran away with me and I think I am going to write this as a series of one shots about young Harry. Please read He Takes After Me if you enojy this story!

Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter

Painting Naptime

James groaned as he rolled over on the couch, feeling a pair of hands shake him roughly from his nap.

"James Potter! Wake up this instant!" His wife's voice assaulted his ears, waking his hazy mind a little more. "You promised me that you would watch Harry today! So get up, RIGHT NOW!"

James sat up, his mind kicking into gear at his wife's words.

"Alright, alright. I'm up!" James waved his wife off as he rose from the soft couch, a small amount of regret coursing through him at the loss.

"Good. Now can you handle Harry by yourself?" his wife asked worriedly as she flitted around the room gathering various things. James resisted the eye roll that almost occurred, sighing in exasperation instead.

"Honestly, Lilly. I think I can watch over Harry for more than a few minutes. I mean how much trouble can an eleventh month old get into." James explained, receiving a skeptical look from his wife.

"Alright, now I will be back by five, so make sure that you wake Harry from his nap in about half an hour. Then make sure he gets lunch. Make sure that you do not let him eat anything that is not meant to be eaten. Make sure that you give him a bath today, and keep him away from-"

"I know, Lilly. I am his father after all." James interrupted, this time allowing the eye roll to occur.

Lilly shot him a small glare.

"That is what I am worried about…"she mumbled, leaning up to peck her husband on the cheek before giving a hasty goodbye and leaving their small house.

James headed off to the kitchen, preparing a bottle of milk and some baby food, before heading off to his son's room. For a few moments he simply stared at the sleeping baby with all the love and pride any father feels before gently waking his son. There was only minor fussing, before Harry was fully awake and eating what his father had brought for him. After the small lunch, James took Harry out into the sitting room and sat him on the floor.

"So Harry, what games do you want to play?" James asked lovingly, as he pushed a few toys closer to his son.

Harry looked at them for but a moment before turning away and saying in his adorable little voice, "color!"

James smiled fondly before going over to their small cabinet of art supplies. He reached in and grabbed some paper and then as he was reaching for the crayons his eyes spotted new "kid safe" paints that Lilly must have bought. He took the small paints instead, placing all of the items onto the floor in front of Harry, who was staring at all the colors with wide eyes.

"Now Harry, this is paint. You take your finger and stick it in to one of the colors."James demonstrated, "Than take that finger and spread it around on the paper, like so."

Again James demonstrated, watching as his son's face lit up in wonder.

"Do you want to try?" James asked gently, holding the paints out to his son.

Harry reached for one of the containers struggling as he tried to twist off the top. As James reached out to assist his son, Harry shot James a hurt look and held the paints closer to his tiny belly.

"ME DO!" Harry wailed, catching James off guard and feeling a swell of love towards his son.

James held up his arms in surrender and stood up, sitting down onto the couch to watch his son play with the paints.

(Time Skip)

Lilly, looked at the clock that was situated on the dash of her car, feeling a swell of happiness when the small screen showed that the time was only four. She quickly pulled into the driveway and parked the car, turning off the engine before climbing out. She walked up to front door, excitement filling her at the prospect of seeing her son. She unlocked the door and stepped inside only to freeze up in horror.

Across the walls and floor were tiny hand and foot prints in a variety of different colors. There also seemed to be a variety of different drawings across her furniture in the same bright colors, but they seemed to have been smeared into a state of being unrecognizable.

She stepped in slowly, her eyes taking in all the paint that covered her house. She walked into the sitting room and froze once again at the sight that met her.

There was her son, covered head to toe in paint, smiling happily as he sat on the lap of his father who had become his new canvas to decorate, James utterly asleep. She simply covered her eyes as she sighed out in exasperation.

"I knew this would have been too easy…"

(END)

TA DA! That's it for this shot! That last line gave me trouble, I was going to have it be "I knew I should have called Remus to come and check on them…" but went with the other instead. Please REVIEW! Even if you hate it!