"Dun dun du du du duh duhduhduh duhduhduh duh duh duhduh dun dun duh toooooooooooootle loooooooooooopotlle loo"
"I haven't heard that song in years! How in Merlins name do you know the tune James?" Harry asked his oldest son incredulously.
"Um... I uh...I heard it from mum? What's it called anyway?" answered the young boy, clearly lying about how he heard the song.
"It's called The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy. It's from an old muggle Christmas story called The Nutcracker Suite. Well it's more of a dance routine that tells a story. Have you heard of ballet?"
"Auntie Hermione has talked about it before, but I never really asked what it was. Is that what the song is, a ballet?" answered James, glad his father didn't notice his lie.
"Ballet is a form of art expressed through dance. I've always enjoyed The Nutcracker it should be playing in town all December. Maybe we'll go see it before Christmas... If you tell me the truth about how you learned it."
James looked down at his feet. He was obviously ashamed of telling a lie but he also seemed to be fighting an internal battle.
" I can't tell you dad, I promised grandmum." James frowned at his father before walking away.
Harry had no clue what that was all about. He supposed Mrs. Weasley wouldn't have the boy keeping any dark secrets. Still he didn't like being lied to by his own son. He decided to talk to Ginny about it later on. For now he was going into town to pick up a paper and find out when they could go watch The Nutcracker.