H is for Halcyon
'Halcyon' means to be calm, rich or happy.
James hid the gift behind his back. He didn't want Lily, his wife, to see it just yet. He snuck to the back door and silently opened it with an unlocking spell. The house was currently under the Fidelius Charm, only those who knew where it was could get inside. Being sneaky, he tiptoed around the corner and into the living room. Lily must be upstairs with Harry, James thought, just my luck.
He sighed with relief and placed the object on the table. The box was just begging to be open and its contents revealed. James has always been a curious person.
"What do you have there, James?" Lily asked.
James jumped, shocked at the appearance of his wife behind him.
"Lily! What are doing?" James yelled.
"I could ask you the exact same thing," Lily smiled.
James chuckled.
"Okay, I'll tell you. Come and have a look."
Lily sat down on the couch next to him and looked at the mysterious box James had snuck in. She gasped when she realised what it was.
"Oh, James. You didn't!" Lily exclaimed.
"Harry is going to love this. He'll be just like his father," James beamed.
"If Harry gets hurt, it'll be on your head," Lily scolded, leaving James to open the box.
James couldn't help but smile. He grabbed the box and yanked it open. Before Harry could use it, he had to assemble it first. Nothing that he couldn't handle.
Later that day, when Harry had finished his nap, James was waiting with barely contained excitement in the living room.
"Come to Daddy, Harry," James called.
"K' Daddy," Harry cooed.
"Look at what Daddy got you."
James presented his gift to Harry. It was a small broomstick, perfect for first time fliers. Harry was ecstatic, jumping up and down holding his new broom.
"I love it, Daddy! Ride, ride now."
James chuckled. His son was always so eager. He carefully placed Harry on the broom and held him tight as it hovered above the ground. Carefully and slowly he let go. Harry was hovering above the ground on his first broom. James couldn't help but feel nolgastic. His son was a natural born flier like him.
