A/N: Hello! :) Just to explain that, in this story, Abigail is 3 years older than Harry. It's quite a short chapter because I didn't know what to put. How can a three year old explain her parent's death? I didn't know, and I didn't want to put the impression that she's older than she is. And three year olds think everything is a game, don't they? Anyway, enjoy :)

Disclaimer: Yeah... I don't own Harry Potter... but I own a dog! And she's licking my foot. Ew... :L

James Potter watched as his three-year-old daughter, Abigail Lily Potter, ambled around the living room, laughing and having fun. He chuckled as she pulled on his best friend's, Sirius Black, hair.

"James! Your daughter's maiming me!" Sirius yelled, causing James to laugh even more. Remus Lupin, who was sat beside Sirius, laughed and ruffled Abigail's hair.

"Good girl, Abigail," Lily Potter smiled from the doorway, her and James' one-year-old son, Harry James Potter, on her hip. Smiling, she passed him to James.

"You know, your daughter's pretty head-strong for being a bitch," Sirus laughed, and was met by glares from Lily and James.

"Sirius!"

"Padfoot!"

Abigail giggled. "Bitch," she repeated, still laughing.

"It looks like Abigail's learnt a new word, dear," Lily sighed, shaking her head. She sat down onto the sofa next to James, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Do you think if we recited Shakespeare to her, she'd pick it up?" Lily laughed, James and Remus laughing along with her. Sirius frowned at the floor.

"Who's Shakespeare?" he asked, looking at Remus for an answer.

"The man who wrote Romeo and Juliet," Remus answered, taking a sip of his tea.

Sirius looked even more confused. "Who's Romeo and Juliet?"

Lily laughed and held her arms out to Abigail. Abigail, smiling a toothy grin, got up and ran into her mother's arms. Lily settled her onto her lap.

"She's going to be a right madam when she grows up," Sirius said, shaking his head.

"She won't be that bad," Lily said, frowning.

"How do you know? She could be a Slytherin," Sirius said matter-of-factly.

Lily and James looked at each other. "With us as parents? No, I don't think she'll be a Slytherin. I think she'll be the prettiest girl in Hogwarts," James said.

"The kind of girl that a broom cupboard is a second home to?" Sirius smirked.

"Okay, then. I think when she grows up, she'll be a nun."

Sirius' face turned blank. "What's a nun?" he asked stupidly.

Lily, James and Remus laughed.

"Now I feel all warm and happy inside," Sirius snorted.

James watched as his son zoomed around on his toy broomstick, obviously enjoying himself. Abigail was sat on the sofa eating, occasionally throwing a piece of food at James, to which James laughed. He knew he shouldn't be teaching her bad habits, but it made him happy to see her having fun. It also made him happy to see Harry having fun. He caught him and whirled him in the air when he rode into him.

Lily looked at her family from the kitchen. They may be a small family, and a family that had not been very lucky so far, but they loved each other, and that's all that really mattered. She smiled at them.

There was a large bang from the hallway, and both parents looked up. James looked for his wand, but remembering he had left it in the bedroom upstairs, got up cautiously, making sure Harry was safe on the sofa, and made his way to the hallway.

"Lily, take the kids and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"

With one last fleeting glance to the hallway where her husband was, Lily grabbed her children and ran up the stairs.

"Mummy, you're hurting me," Abigail whined, fidgeting in her mother's arms. She let out a shriek, and fell to the floor.

"Abigail!" Lily cried, trying to get her daughter. Abigail struggled, and got away from Lily, running into her room. He's after Harry, Lily thought, she'll be safe.

She turned around and ran into Harry's room, placing him in his crib. She turned around from her son and faced the door way; and faced certain death.

Abigail hid herself under her bed. We're playing a game, she thought excitedly to herself. I'm going to win.

There was a horrible laugh, and a shrieking.

She pulled her legs closer to her chest. I don't like this game.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Please leave a review. It really brings a smile to my face :)