A/N: Harry's first word:

Ever since Harry had begun to make noises, Lily, James and even Sirius had been trying to get him to utter his first word. However, none of them agreed on what it should be.

For instance, in the mornings, it was always Lily who fed and then played with Harry for an hour or so before James woke up.

"Harry, can you say mama?"

Harry just stared at her, his mouth opening and closing as he was trying to make spit bubbles.

"Mama, Harry, mama."

Again, her son paid no attention to her whatsoever, and was now intensely concentrating on a bubble that he had managed to grow to the size of his little fist.

"Mamamamama," Lily babbled, trying to get her son to copy.

Silence.

"Mamamamamamamama," she tried again. Nothing happened.

"Harry, come on baby! Just say mama! We've been working on this for the last few days, and you almost got it yesterday. Mama would so appreciate it if you would say her name before Daddy's or Sirius's. Now let's try this again." She stuck her face quite close to her toddler's. "Mamamamamamama," she said, her mouth moving excessively so as to give Harry the idea.

At that moment, James came downstairs. He saw Harry in his highchair and Lily muttering ridiculously at him. James wanted to laugh, but instead he collected himself and waltzed into the kitchen.

"And what exactly do you think you're doing?" he announced. Lily looked up, startled. When she saw it was James, she half scowled and half gazed at him in mild alarm.

"Nothing really," she said, trying cover up what she had been doing. It would do no good for her progress if her husband saw what she had been up to.

"Does nothing involve plotting against me so that our son says your name before he says mine?"

Lily tried to look affronted. "Plotting against you? How could you accuse me of something like that?"

James shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, nothing really, I just heard you speaking nonsense to Harry, that's all. I thought we said that his first word should be something neutral and that we would work so that he says, 'mama' and 'dada' at the same time."

Lily shook her head. "I remember agreeing to no such thing," she exclaimed. "You were the one who came up with the idea, not me."

James's expression turned smug. "Well then, I'd hoped it wouldn't come to this, but if it's a war of the names you want, it's a war you've got."

He quickly plucked Harry out of his highchair and began the uttering's of "dadadadada," over and over again.

And a war is precisely what happened. For the next week, Lily and James spent as much time as they could with Harry, trying to get him to say either 'mama' or 'dada.' As soon as Sirius caught wind of what was happening, he joined in the festivities too. As soon as he arrived at the Potters for whatever reason, he would immediately go to Harry and try and get him to say his nickname (he had quickly learned that Sirius was far too difficult.)

"Padfoot, Padfoot, Paaadfooooot," Sirius exclaimed with Harry sitting in his godfather's lap. Sirius got about as much response as the little boy's parents did.

Finally after about a week into it, all three adults were sitting in the living room next to the fire, tired and strained. Harry was sitting on the floor, playing with blocks, and occasionally emitting high pitched squeals when the tower he was making tumbled over.

Sirius glared half-heartedly at his best friend's son. "This is impossible," he exclaimed. "Why can't he make that much noise when I'm trying to get him to say my name?"

James rolled his eyes. "Padfoot isn't even your name, Sirius," he said. Sirius turned his glare to his friend.

"And dada isn't yours," he said angrily.

"Will you two just cut it out?" Lily snapped. "I am so done with hearing the words 'dada' and 'Paaadfooot.' You two are driving me crazy!"

James looked angry. "And you think listening to you mutter, mamamama as often as you can is enjoyable? You're not the only one who's suffering!"

Sirius glanced between husband and wife. "We're all miserable. I just want things back to the way they used to be, before this crazy 'war' between us." He sighed. "How about a truce. We'll let Harry's first word be the one he picks up on his own, and we won't try to interfere. Agreed?"

Lily and James looked relieved. "Yes," James said eagerly.

"Agreed," Lily nodded. Sirius smiled happily.

"Finally!" he said, leaning back in his seat, arms behind his head in a laid back position. "No more fighting. Now we can all relax and not worry about this 'first word' business." Suddenly, he looked up, excited. "Now who wants a game of Exploding snap!"

But Sirius did not get to hear whether or not either of them wanted to play a few rounds. For at that moment, the fire shot up with a green light and Remus Lupin stepped out of the flames. The three adults turned to greet him, but all stopped in their tracks when they saw Harry look up from his blocks at Remus' arrival, and grin widely from ear to ear, before happily exclaiming:

"Moo'y!"

Seriously?

A/N: I just thought I'd add this in. It's really short (even by my standards) because I wrote it in less than an hour but I hope you like it anyway! Review!