Chapter 3

'Peter was staring, he knew, that but still he could not stop. For the first time in his life, he was in Diagon Alley. As a child of a witch, he actually should have seen Diagon Alley many times before, but his mother never allowed him to go. She deemed it as to dangerous. For her, everything could be a danger to him. He had only been allowed to go because of his Hogwarts letter and because his father had managed to convince his mother to take him with her.

He tried to look at everything at once while he walked behind his mother, silently awed at all the magical folk walking through the ally. They passed by Ollivanders, where he would get his wand later on. A boy in shabby clothes just stepped out of Ollivanders wearing a huge smile and clutching his new wand in his hand. Peter was bursting with excitement. He would finally be able to go to Hogwarts, he would finally be able to become someone great.

His mother came to an abrupt halt and he almost walked into her. In front of them, towering over all the other buildings, was Gringotts, the wizard bank. They walked through the bronze doors. They entered the entrance hall and walked through the second set of doors on which the warning was written, the fast marble hall filled with counters, goblins and doors leading to the vaults spread out before him. With sure steps, his mother led him to the counter, where a goblin received their wish to enter the vault. Another goblin appeared, and he would be their tour guide, it seemed. He was just about to follow his mother into the underground when she turned around.

"Peter, you will wait for me here, please."

"But...!"

"No buts, mister. It is way too dangerous for a boy your age to go down there" Just as she and the goblin disappeared behind the doors, the door next to theirs swung open. A boy his age stumbled through followed by his father.

"Dad, let's do that again!" The boy's excited voice drifted over.

"No James, I think you gave me and Griphook more than enough heart attacks" The father answered with a groan but a smile was gracing his features.

"You're no fun!" James answered.

He loved the cart ride. He nearly fell out of it quite a few times, because he had leaned over the edge. He saw a dragon breathing fire in the dark down there. It was no wonder why he wanted to go again. Griphook, at one point during the ride to his family's vault, even asked his father to hold him still. He managed to squirm out of his father's hold in a few minutes. Griphook would probably change the vaults he was in charge of. James rushed out only noticing halfway through the door that his father was not following him.

"Dad! I want to go to Quality Quidditch Supplies now!" Mr. Potter shook his head and followed his son out into the bustling street of Diagon alley. After the darkness underground of Gringotts the sunlight hurt their eyes.

"Don't you want your wand first?" his father asked while shielding his eyes from the light. James seemed to consider this. Get a new broom first or get his first wand? Being able to learn some spells seemed highly intriguing.

"Wand!" he exclaimed with a broad grin. With a small smile on his lips, Mr. Potter followed his son through the bustling streets. He had a hard time not losing sight of James, who disappeared between people only to reappear at the other side of the street staring into shop windows.

With a creek the door to Ollivanders store opened. A bell sounded as they stepped into the dusty store. Thousand narrow boxes were piled onto each other, reaching the ceiling. The shop was small, two chairs and a table with an old lamp were the only furniture in the room.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, welcome." A voice could be heard. Confused James looked around but saw nobody. A man stepped out behind a stack of boxes. He regarded James and his father with a friendly smile.

"Your wand has given you good service, I hope?" He asked looking at James' father, who answered with a wistful smile. ""Yes, the best possible one, Mr. Ollivander. But we did not come here today to talk about my wand. My son wishes to get his first wand." He pushed James in front of him.

"Ahhh let's see!" He pulled out a measuring tape and started measuring James, who, for once, managed to stay still. With a nod and a little bit of murmuring to himself, he went through the rows of boxes, pulled one out without the stack of boxes collapsing and came back to them. He opened the lid and handed James the wooden wand. With a great flourish, he swung the wand and- BANG! An explosion shook the store. Smoke leaked out from the store onto Diagon Alley. They started coughing. Ash and Dust was stuck to their skin and hair. With a cough and a shake of his head, Ollivader took the wand from James. He went searching for the next wand.

James sent an apologetic smile towards his father, who just sighed and shook his head. The second wand was a lighter colour and he swung it with less power. This time the lamp on the table exploded into million small shards. With a wave of his wand, James' father stopped the shards mid-air and they returned to the lamp, making it seem as if it had never been broken. His son seemed to have a certain liking for explosions. Mr. Ollivander started looking for a wand once more. He returned and handed James his next wand.

"Eleven inches, Mahogany with a unicorn hair. Very good at Transfigurations. Here, try it." As soon as he held the clear wand in his hand, he felt warmth spread through him. His skin was prickling and he could almost hear his magic purr. With a small smile, he swung the wand softly. A few sparks and a colourful fog came pouring out of his wand. They paid for the wand, James grinning from ear to ear.

Just as he stepped out of the store he bumped into a boy. They both said sorry at the same time, which made them both smile. Just as the boy was about to say something, a woman screeched "Sirius!". The boy rolled his eyes and with a small wave followed the woman, who seemed to be his mother, inside the store. "Ah Mrs. Black, welcome!" was the last thing James heard before the door clicked shut.'

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James smiled at the memory as he and Sirius stepped through the door of Ollivanders. He was once again in disguise and he even managed to persuade Sirius to wear a disguise, after all, he was a wanted criminal. James was quite proud of the changes in appearance he had made on Sirius. The last time he had used it on Sirius was back in sixth year for a prank. Lily had started laughing quite hard when she saw Sirius' disguise. Nobody would suspect the woman who was walking in front of him to be a man. Wavy long black curls cascading down 'her' back, a nice slim figure, high cheekbones and deep blue eyes which seemed almost like the dark ocean. Nobody would suspect that 'she' was the wanted mass murderer Sirius Black. James was very proud of his idea, even though Sirius was not as enthusiastic as he was about the whole thing. Just like back in sixth year, when they used this disguise in order to reveal Lily's ex-boyfriend's cheating, Sirius played the role of the opposite gender brilliantly.

"What can I do for you?" Ollivander asked as he stepped out behind a shelf packed with wand boxes. He had aged considerably since the last time James saw him. "My wand got broken. I would like to purchase a new one." Sirius answered in a sickly sweet voice and a heavy accent. It sounded very strange and James had to suppress a snigger.

It took them nearly eight wands till they found a wand that chose Sirius. It was a wonder that the store was still standing. James had to repair his glasses at least three times. James saw it in his eyes when he found his wand, that blissful look had crawled into Sirius' eyes as soon as he had grabbed the wand. The red and gold sparks emitted from it glowed before vanishing. Without further pleasantries and without giving Ollivander their names, they purchased the wand and left the store. Sirius held the wand in his hand and played around with it. He seemed happy to have something to hold.

"Siria, would you go back home alone? I still have something left to do" James said while staring at something. He sounded distracted. Sirius followed his line of vision.

"Of course, my dear!" Sirius answered in a high pitched voice accompanied by a giggle. James ignored him and the very fake sounding giggle. With a dramatic turn Sirius headed into the direction of the leaking Cauldron.

Harry's third year at Hogwarts would start in three days. He couldn't wait to sit in the Hogwarts Express once more together with his friends. Staying at the Leaky Cauldron instead of the Dursleys was like being on vacation. He had been able to do his homework in broad daylight, eat as much as he wanted and was able to spend his own money. Doing his homework during the day and not during the night had been much better for Harry's eyes. Doing his homework was somehow easier this summer, in fact. When he didn't know how to continue, it almost seemed as if someone was whispering him the answer or rather giving him a push in the right direction. But that was impossible even in the magical world.

Harry was also able to sleep better and easier. It was not the bed, as even the bed at the Dursleys was more comfortable than the bed from the Leaky Cauldron's room. The bed of his rented room was creaking with every move he made. No, it was probably because of the good dreams he had recently.

He often dreamed of the times when he was a baby, when his father and mother were both alive. He dreamed of the times when they told him bedtime stories and sung him lullabies, when his mother would gently rock him back and forth. He also dreamed of the times when he was riding a stag and a big dog inside his parents' home while his mother was running after them. She screamed at them to be careful not to drop harry. Harry could hear his own baby laughter. He dreamed of her softly humming while putting him in his crib, his goodnight kiss and her words of love.

He dreamed of his father and his laughter, and how would let him fly with a simple spell. As soon as his mother had come in, his father would get scolded, so he always did in secret. He dreamed of falling asleep on his dad's shoulder while sitting together in front of a warm fire. He might have even drooled onto his father's shoulder. When he awoke he could almost smell his father's unique scent. He dreamed of feeling protected and loved in his father's arms.

He also dreamed of sleeping on the soft fur of the big dog. He didn't know if his parents used to have a dog, he should ask somebody. Those dreams let him sleep peacefully. He always awoke well rested after those dreams, and yet, at the same time he felt a dull ache. He missed his parents. He missed their smiling faces, their laughter and their love for him. It's funny how you could miss somebody so badly when you barely even remembered them.

With a small, sad sigh, he crawled out of bed. The dream tonight had been different. He had seen his mother, she had hugged him and whispered that she loved him. The odd thing was what she said as goodbye.

"Prongs is back" He whispered the words she told him out loud.

For some odd reasons, the words lifted his spirit and a warm feeling was spreading through him. He pulled some fresh clothes out of his trunk and shut himself in the bathroom. The warm shower erased the last lingering traces of sleep.

Tom, the owner, bar keeper and cook of the Leaky Cauldron, prepared him an early lunch or late breakfast. The people around him were still muttering about the escape of Sirius Black, but Harry ignored them, as what they were talking about were all things he already knew. He gobbled his breakfast down as quickly as he could, after all, he was a hungry teenager. He nearly burned his lip with the more-than-hot tea Tom served. With a thank you and a generous tip, Harry left his table and walked into the backyard of the pub. He taped the stones in a certain order and the way to Diagon Alley opened.

He welcomed the mass of witches and wizards which rushed past him. He loved the magic that seemed to sizzle in the air. The magic was not as strong as in Hogwarts but still it was there. Better than the Dursleys home of clean normality.

He walked past Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, whose owner waved at him with a friendly smile. During his stay at the Leaky Cauldron, he often did his homework at the Ice Cream Parlour. He waved back with a small grin and nearly walked into Malfoy. The one person he wished to see the least.

"Watch it, Potter!"

"I am so sorry, your highness," Harry answered as sarcastically as possible. Draco's eyes became slits and he was just about to open his mouth, when a woman called for him. His mother was calling for him.

"Some other time, Potter. My mother is calling" He put extra emphasis onto the word mother, obviously rubbing it in that Harry did not have one. Harry felt the dull ache intensify once again. His eyes showed pain and sadness, which seemed to satisfy Malfoy. He turned on his heel, chin raised high and stalked into the direction his mother's voice had come from. Harry watched him walk towards the blond woman and for the first time he envied Malfoy a little. All of a sudden, Malfoy tripped and landed face first on the pavement. Harry could not resist the laugh that escaped him. He watched as Malfoy struggled to get back up only to get entangled in his rope and fall back down again. Standing next to Malfoy Harry could make out a ghostly figure. It looked like collected mist. He rubbed his eyes, when he looked again the figure had disappeared.

Malfoy had finally managed to get up and was glaring daggers at Harry. His hand was slowly inching towards his wand. Harry did not want to make a scene and choose to withdraw. He used the masses and hid behind older witches and wizards. He disappeared from Malfoy's line of sight.

Harry breathed out in relief when Malfoy did not follow him. He did not need another duel with Malfoy. He would probably do that enough times at Hogwarts. His feet had automatically carried him to Quality Quidditch Supplies. He once again stood in front of the window awed at the Firebolt's perfection.

"It is a beautiful broom isn't it?" A deep voice asked from behind him. It surprised him so much that he stumbled. A hand caught him and helped him regain his footing. Behind him a tall man stood. Blond locks, sad blue eyes hidden behind round rimmed glasses and a apologetic smile lingering on his lips.

"Sorry, didn't mean to surprise you this much." The man said with a small smile towards Harry.

"I-It's all right, sir. Yes, it is a beautiful broom" Harry answered with a small smile as he regarded the broom behind the glass.

The man sighed "Too bad it is this expensive." Harry sighed along with him. They both looked longingly at the broom before them. "One could to all sorts of Quidditch tactics with that brooms speed. A Wronski feint would be so much easier with that amount of control." The man said wistfully.

Harry had heard of that feint before but couldn't quiet remember it. He probably read about in Quidditch through the ages. "Wronski feint?" He asked a little hesitantly. After all, he didn't know how this man would react since he didn't know him at all.

The man looked at him as if he came from the moon. The man started rampaging around in his pockets. He pulled out a few needles and some small marbles. With a wave of his wand he transfigured the needles into miniature brooms. Next the marbles turned into a snitch, two bludgers and a quaffle. With childlike joy in his eyes, Harry watched as the brooms started to move above the palm of the man's hand. The man pulled a red string and a green string out of his pockets. He tied both of them onto two of the brooms.

"The red string is our seeker and the green string is the opposing seeker" The man explained.

The red seeker went into a dive followed shortly by the green seeker. "The Wronski feint is when the seeker pretends that he spotted the snitch and goes into a dive. The Opposing seeker will probably follow."

Shortly before hitting the ground the red seeker pulled back up sharply whereas the green seeker continued flying near the ground and crashed. " At the last second the seeker pulls out of the dive and will fly back to his original position. Whereas the opposing seeker will probably crash onto the ground" The red one flew around in circles till he spotted something small and golden.

"Is that possible with a Nimbus 2000?" Harry asked with an excited glimmer in his eyes. He completely forgot that his Nimbus was still one of the newest and fastest brooms on the market.

The man smirked."Mhmmm, I don't think so" Harrys face fell.

With a laugh the man said "I am only kidding, kiddo" He smiled down at him and ruffled through Harry's hair. "It is possible with almost every broom. Well, maybe not with the really old and slow models. But your dear Nimbus 2000 should have absolutely no problem." He said with a smile. "Any other questions?"

Harry hesitated "Is it really all right? I don't want to waste your time."

The man laughed "I have to be home in about two hours, so I still have time and I already transfigured these little ones. Why not make use of them." He said with a smile and with a shrug of his shoulder. Harry nodded a small grin adjourning his face as he watched the little brooms hover in the air. They were still standing in front of the store window and neither of them felt the urge to move.

"What position are you playing?" the man asked.

Harry's answer was immediate, "Gryffindor seeker"

"Ah a little lion" The man said with a grin. "Have you learned the Sloth Grip Roll yet?"

Harry blinked owlishly at him. "The what?"

"I take that is a no. The Sloth Grip Roll is a way to avoid a Bludger coming at you, pretty useful." Harry nodded at him, signalling that he was listening. Hermione would probably scold him for listening more to Quidditch lessons than to the lessons at Hogwarts. The little brooms started spinning around themselves.

"It is actually quite simple, you let yourself fall so that you're hanging on your broom upside down, holding onto the broom tightly with your hands and feet. You should think about not using it when two Bludgers are nearby though. The best would be to show it to you..." Harry nodded to signal he understood. It would probably be better to see it demonstrated but that was pretty hard in a street full of people. Harry watched as the small brooms were flying around and the man was deep in thought.

"How does a D'Orazio dive work? I heard some of the older players discuss it." Harry asked after a while.

"That move only involves chasers, so you actually don't need to know that." The man answered with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"That may be so, but it is good to know about all moves and strategies in Quidditch. You never know when you might need it."

Once again the man ruffled through Harry's hair. Harry pouted, he did not need someone to make it even messier. The man chuckled "Good answer." Harry listened closely as the man explained the dive to him. He told him all about the different dives, formations and steals, while the little brooms demonstrated every move. Not only Harry seemed to have fun, in the man's eyes a childlike joy was shimmering. A small part of him was reminded of his father. His father had been a chaser and captain, he should have been the one to teach him the different moves and strategies. He mentally shook his head; these depressing thoughts were of no help. "Are you all right?" The man asked his eyes scanning Harry's face. He didn't linger on the scar like most people did, and for that Harry was more than grateful.

Harry smiled "Yes, I am fine".

"Found you, Potter!" A voice drawled from behind them. Harry knew that tone and that arrogance which accompanied the voice. Malfoy was back. Harry swirled around his hand enclosing his wand. The man put the little brooms and balls away. Behind him, Malfoy stood flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.

"You really can't do anything without your henchman!" Harry answered with more confidence than he felt. He had hoped that Malfoy had given up and returned home. Sadly that had not happened.

"I don't know how you did it, but thanks to you I was disgraced" Malfoy exclaimed with an angry look. Both he and Crabbe and Goyle drew their wands. Harry hastily looked around searching for an escape route but for some odd reason almost nobody was standing in front of the store. He looked back behind him, the man was still there. Harry saw that he was holding his wand and his robes revealed an Auror badge. He was looking at the broom and not at Harry and Malfoy's gang. When the man noticed him looking, he winked out of the corner of his eyes. Harry breathed out a small sigh of relief. If things got out of hand there was at least one adult on his side. With more confidence, he turned back to Malfoy.

"I can't help it when you're that clumsy, Draco" Harry drawled with a small smirk playing on his lips. He felt deep satisfaction when a tinge of pink graced Malfoy's features.

"Careful, Potter!" Malfoy said, his wand raised. "After all, neither your blood traitor of a father nor your mudblood mother can save you."

Malfoy smirked triumphantly. He knew that it was a low blow but watching Potter hurt always amused him. Harry actually felt more anger than hurt. He raised his wand and pointed it straight at Malfoy's face. He did not care that it was three against one. No one, absolutely no one insulted his parents. Aunt Marge had learned that the hard way. Before he could even utter a single spell, something happened to Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. All three of them were hanging upside down in the air. Harry blinked and all his anger left him. Malfoy's skin turned bright pink and his nose turned into pig's snout. The other two looked no better.

"I would be very careful in your place, Mr. Malfoy junior." The man stepped in front of Harry, his wand raised and pointed towards the three bastards. "Especially concerning the use of that word, some may think that you're a Death Eater" The man's voice had turned low and dangerous. Harry could hear the barley contained anger.

"My wife is a Muggle-born." With a certain movement he revealed the auror's badge to the eyes of Malfoy and his gang. They went pale in their pink faces. It was not a good idea to mess with fully trained auror. With a wave of his wand he released them and they crashed onto the pavement.

"Scam" The man said with a deadly glare and to Harry's utter fascination they listened. Malfoy turned around once more and glared at the man. The glare of a pink Malfoy was not very intimidating.

"My father will hear about this!" He threatened. To Harry's surprise the man laughed.

"Oh yes! Tell dear Lucy all about this incident. I would love to meet him again." The man said with a confident smirk gracing his features. With one last angry and now totally scandalized glare, Malfoy and his gang disappeared.

Harry stared at the man in awe. "Lucy?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. The man chuckled.

"Ah yes, Lucy. It was the nickname the Gryffindors gave Lucius Malfoy during his Hogwarts years." The man got a thoughtful look. "If I remember correctly James Potter and his best mate came up with that nickname. They gave nicknames to almost everyone. They called Snape Snivellus and Rodolphus Lestrange Rudolf the red nosed reindeer." He said while a wistful smile graced his features. Harry stared at him surprised. This man knew something about his father. Harry was frozen. He wanted to ask so many questions but not a single one made it past his lips.

"It would be the best if you left" The man said. He had spotted Mr. Malfoy walking towards them in an angry strut. Harry gulped. Yes, it might be in his best interest to disappear, especially after last month's incident.

"What about you?" He asked the man.

He grinned "The day when Lucy could beat me has yet to come". Harry was about to leave but turned around and stared the man straight in the eye.

"Wait, I don't know your name!"

The man smirked and winked at him. "You will find out soon enough!"

Harry was about to respond but Mr. Malfoy was slowly getting closer and closer. Quickly, he disappeared, making his way back towards the Leaky Cauldron. He should get his invisibility cloak, he might be able to help. His footsteps became quicker as he headed towards the pub.

James felt annoyed, here he had a wonderful time talking to his son about Quidditch only to get interrupted by that Malfoy brat. The brat even had the nerves to talk badly about Lily. He was barely able to restrain his anger. The little Malfoy was quite lucky to get away with only pink skin and a pig snout. Now Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of him and he looked quite red in the face, probably from anger. The spell that turned Malfoy pink and gave him a pig snout was a Marauders spell. Marauders Spells were a lot harder to cancel than normal spells. He had probably tried to return his son to normal and it had probably not worked. He felt a smirk grace his features.

"You! Do you know what you've done!" He pointed his walking stick towards James.

"Hello to you too, Lucy." James drawled with a smirk gracing his features. He was twirling his wand between his fingers as he watched Lucius Malfoy's every move.

Lucius stared gob smacked at the man. No one had called him that since Hogwarts. "You, You...!" He was at a loss for words.

"What? Got your arrogance stuck in your throat, Lucy?" James asked with a raised eyebrow and a little smirk.

"How dare you!" He pulled out his wand from his walking stick and pointed it towards James, but he was way faster. Before Malfoy had the chance to utter a curse, James had already disarmed him. Malfoy's wand landed in James hand. With sure steps, James walked towards a defenceless Malfoy. He pressed his wand tip at Malfoy's throat and whispered into his ear. "I would be very careful about what you teach your son. Some may think that you're still a Death Eater, especially after your involvement in the reappearance of Voldemort's dairy."

Mr. Malfoy grew stiff and pushed James away roughly. "How-?" He uttered in a stunned voice. James chuckled "You should be careful around the dead". He walked past Malfoy, but not before throwing Malfoy's wand over his shoulder towards a still baffled Lucius Malfoy.

"Oh" James turned around towards Lucius Malfoy once more "And you should look in a mirror" With a small wave towards him James left him standing there. Lucius Malfoy stared into his reflection shown by the store's window. His skin had turned brigh pink and his aristocratic nose had turned into a pig snout. He let out a cry of rage.

Well, pigs suited the Dursley boy more but it did not look bad on Slytherins as well. James was still chuckling to himself as he stepped into the Leaky Cauldron.

The invisibility cloak was hidden under all his clothes inside his trunk. It felt like an eternity till Harry found it in his trunk. Quickly hiding underneath it, he left his room. He hurried down the stairs and rushed towards the door leading into the backyard. Just as he was about to reach for the doorknob, it turned. Harry quickly jumped backwards barely avoiding the opening door. The man who had talked with him about Quidditch stepped into the pub. Harry let out a breath of relief, as the man seemed fine and in an extremely good mood. He was chuckling to himself and he walked past an still invisible Harry, nodded towards Tom and stepped in front of the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of Floo Powder. Harry was wary of the Floo Network after his experience in second year where he ended up in Knockturn Alley. The flames burned green, the man stepped into the roaring fire and disappeared.

Harry was just about to walk back up the stairs when the door flew open and a very angry looking Mr. Malfoy stomped in. Harry had to hold his hand in front of his mouth, in order to not laugh out aloud. Many of the other guests seemed to have the same problem. Anybody who as much as let a snigger slip was rewarded with Mr. Malfoys death glare. The pink skin and the pig snout suited Mr. Malfoy in a certain sense.

He walked up to the bar and asked Tom in an angry voice: "Where is he?!"

"Who?" Asked Tom, genuinely confused.

"The Bastard who did this to me! Tall, blond hair and glasses!" Mr. Malfoy raved. Quite a few people looked at him as if he had lost his marbles. Insanity did not suit Mr. Malfoy. Harry quickly walked up the rest of the stairs; afraid that he could no longer hold his laughing fit back.

Even from upstairs, Harry could hear his mad roar when he learned that the man had left through the Floo Network. He could no longer hold his laughter in. He was laughing so hard his stomach hurt. Oh, he so looked forward to telling Ron about this incident! Still quietly laughing, he made his way towards his room. The cleaning witch, who walked past him, looked at him as if he were insane for laughing. It only made Harry laugh more. As he reached his door, he finally managed to compose himself. Looking in his pocket for his key he felt a piece of paper. Confused, he pulled it out. It was a photograph. It showed a pink Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy with pig snouts. His grin broadened. Now he even had Blackmail material.

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'A Baby's giggles could be heard from inside the nursery. James was standing over his son's crib, waving his wand. Red and gold clouds emerged from his wand tip, making his son giggle in happiness as his small chubby hands tried to grab them. James watched his son with happiness and sadness. Oh why did it have to be his baby Voldemort's target? Why was the weight of the world resting on his precious son's shoulders? He feared that he and Lily would not be able to watch their son grow up.

"Dadda!" Harry cried holding his arms out towards Jame, effectively ridding James of his dark thoughts. With a smile, James picked Harry up, feeling the familiar weight in his arms. He felt his son's warmth sicker through as he hugged him close. He never wanted to leave Harry. He looked at his son's face and smiled as those emerald eyes watched him.

"Want to fly Harry? Since Mummy is not here." Harry let out a giggle. With a wave of his wand and a first year spell, Harry was floating through the air, laughing his beautiful baby laugh. He rolled around the air, flying from one corner to next, flying so high that he nearly bumped his head at the ceiling had James not stopped him. He loved watching Harry float around the room. Lily always feared that he would drop him, but he knew he would never drop his son.

"Once you're old enough, I will teach you all about Quidditch." James said with a small smile. Sirius had already brought Harry a toy broom but Lily had banned them from giving it to him. In her eyes, he was not old enough for something like that.

Harry made a somersault in the air and James could not resist applauding.

"I am back!" Lily's voice could be heard from downstairs. James was so surprised he nearly dropped Harry. As quickly as possible he cancelled the spell and snatched Harry out of the air. Harry still wanted to continue flying. His eyes were looking sadly into James and his lips formed an adorable pout. James heart melted. "Sorry, buddy. We can continue flying later." He said with a smile.

Lily put the shopping on the counter. "Welcome back!" her husband cried from upstairs. He was probably playing with Harry. Humming to herself, she packed the food into the fridge, leaving Harry's Baby food on the counter. After everything was safely stored away, she made herself a cup of warm tea before sitting down on the living room couch. She closed her eyes and relaxed, while drinking her warm tea. Sadly her relaxation time was cut short by her husband's cry.

"Lily! Help!" With a sigh she put her cup down and stood up. She walked up the stairs and opened the door to the nursery. There was nobody inside the nursery. Only James wand was laying on the floor.

"Up here!" James voice cried. She looked up. Her Husband and her baby were floating. They were stuck at the ceiling of the room, James tightly held onto a giggling Harry. Harry seemed to have done some accidental magic. "Help!" James cried again.

Lily could not suppress the laugh that escaped her lips. "This is not funny! Help me down!" James exclaimed. Lily smirked.

"Aww, is the Quidditch star scared of such a little height!"

"Lily, could you please get me and Harry down from here?" James asked with a forced smile. Lily giggled and left the room. "Oy! Lily! Get back here! ...Please!" James voice cried after her. She returned after a few minutes holding a camera in her hand. James groaned.

"You're not serious!"

"Nope, I am Lily!" She answered with a grin before taking a magical photograph of her floating husband and baby. With a wave of her wand, Harry flew into her arms. With a second wave of her wand her husband fell from the ceiling on top of a fluffy pillow she had conjured. James got up and picked his wand up.

"And James, you're on diaper duty for the next three weeks!" Lily said as she left the room. James rushed after her."Why?!"

Lily turned around and looked at him with a small smirk gracing her features. "Because you let Harry fly!" She said as she walked away, leaving a surprised James behind.'