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You Lost The Baby?

"Come on, Jamie, you're almost here! Just one more step!" James took one tentative, wobbly step, then teetered caught him quickly. She surveyed the large living room. Everything was padded and anything that could hurt James was covered with foam. Maybe she'd gone a little overboard, but he had taken his first step two weeks ago and was now a walking baby.

"We'll try walking again later, won't we, Jamie," she cooed in a baby voice. He giggled, then yawned.

"Are we sleepy, now? Let's go take a nap, shall we?" She carried her son up the stairs and into his Quidditch themed bedroom. She lay him down in his crib. He was already asleep.

Ginny crept out of the room on tiptoe and closed the door quietly. She quickly poked her head into Albus's nursery- he was fast asleep as well.

"Ginny! I'm home!" Harry called. She heard him close the door, and went back down the stairs to greet her husband.

He kissed her on the cheek. "How was your day?"

"I managed to finish up the article about the Chudley Cannons, but I have another assignment this weekend.

"More importantly, though, James almost made it across the living room today!" she said, taking Harry's coat. He hung up his Auror necktie next to the coat.

"Really? We need to buy a Muggle camera to record him and his first steps."

"We better keep it away from Dad. He'll turn it into scraps within the hour."

"We can buy him an extra one to tinker with," Harry said, leading Ginny into the kitchen and grabbing a box of cookies. He opened it to find one cookie left.

"We need more cookies," he said, surveying the last one sadly.

"What movie do you want to watch?" Harry asked, plopping onto the sofa in front of their Muggle television.

"That movie that Hermione gave us," Ginny answered promptly.

"A Muggle movie?" he asked incredulously. "About princesses?"

"Hermione says she and Rosie watch it all the time. Now, stop questioning me and just put it in the DPF player."

"DVD," he muttered.

"I heard that."

As the movie started playing, a wail came from upstairs.

"It must be Albus," Harry said, getting up off the couch. "Keep watching, I'll be down soon." Harry made his way up the stairs and into Albus's nursery. The baby was whimpering a little.

"Hey, Albus," Harry greeted his second son. He picked Albus up and fed him a bottle, burping him quickly. He fell right back asleep. Harry placed his son gently back into the crib and closed the door quietly. Tiptoeing down the hall, Harry poked his head into James's room.

His heart stopped, and he pushed the door open quickly. He ran to the crib and pulled off the blanket, revealing an empty mattress. The side bars of the crib were lowered.

"James?" Harry switched on the light and proceeded to search every inch of the room. Now really panicking, he burst out of James's room and ran down the stairs, two at a time. He skidded into the TV room where Ginny was watching the film with great interest.

"Ginny! I can't find James!"

"WHAT?" she shrieked, falling off of the sofa and knocking into the "DPF" case. Brightly colored and designed plastic cases showered onto her.

"He wasn't in his crib, or his room!" Harry cried. He ruffled his hand through his hair and started pacing. "He couldn't have gotten far, could he? Ginny, how long ago did you put him down for his nap?"

"I don't know, an hour ago, maybe?"

"Did you hear anything odd from upstairs?"

"No, everything was quiet. Oh, Merlin, we lost our kid!"

"Let's go search upstairs. He has to be there!" He ran back up the stairs, two at a time once more, Ginny right at his heels.

He ran into their bedroom and ripped the covers off of their bed, then ran around, calling, "James? Jamie!" He opened the closet, grabbed armfuls of clothes and threw them out, looking frantically into the corners of the closet. James isn't here! Where is he?

He went back into the hallway and almost ran into Ginny.

"I didn't find him in the bathroom, Albus's bedroom, or the closets. That means he must've somehow gotten downstairs!"

Harry groaned. Why was their house so bloody big? "Come on!" He led the way back down the stairs, once again taking them two at a time.

"I'll check the kitchen. You go to the guest bedrooms." Ginny rushed off. Harry sprinted down the hallway and into the first guest room. It was quiet, tidy, and empty, as they almost never used it.

Harry ripped the blankets off the small bed, then ran around the room, opening drawers, looking under the bed, and almost breaking the door of the closet in his haste.

The second bedroom was similarly empty, and by now Harry was seriously panicking. Where's our baby!

Harry met Ginny in the hallway, who shook her head. He racked his brain for ideas. Where could a baby who was just learning to walk hide?

"He couldn't have made it out of his room… maybe he's still in there?" Harry said slowly.

"Let's go check!" Ginny said desperately, leading the way back up the stairs, two at a time. She switched on the lamp and the room was flooded with light.

"Search every inch of the room," Ginny ordered. They split up, each taking half of the room.

"He's not in here!" Harry cried. Ginny looked devastated, much like how Harry felt.

"Maybe- maybe someone took him, Gin! It could've been anyone with a grudge against us…"

Ginny's mouth fell open. "Oh, no… my baby…"

"I'll call Kingsley, right now," Harry said, making his way over to the door. He went into the upstairs sitting room, Ginny following closely. She looked close to tears.

"We'll find him, Ginny. Don't worry," Harry said reassuringly, ignoring the doubts that sprung to his mind. He took a pinch of Floo Powder and was about to throw it into the fire when he heard a giggle.

Why was Ginny laughing? And she never giggled like that…

"Ginny? That wasn't you, was it?" Harry asked.

"No, of course not. It wasn't me." She looked dumbfounded.

"Well, then, who could it have been?"

Ginny gasped. "It came from your study. Come on." She grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him into his study. It looked undisturbed and empty, everything in place as Harry had left.

"I could've sworn it came from here… maybe a stray toy?" Ginny asked.

"That's probably what it was. Let's go call King- There it was again!" Harry listened closely and heard another quiet giggle. "That's not a toy."

Harry gasped.

"What? What is it?" Ginny asked desperately.

An idea popped into Harry's head. A wild and very unreasonable one, yes, but it was an idea, and by now, the two were ready to try anything.

On a hunch, Harry reached his hand out cautiously and grabbed what looked like the empty air, then pulled away, revealing a mass of silvery, light fabric and a chubby, smiling baby. His giggle at being found was cut off by Ginny's screech.

"JAMES!" Ginny screamed.

Jamie was sitting next to Harry's desk, smiling up at his parents, unknowing of what had just happened. He was under the cloak this whole damn time? Harry grinned in spite of himself.

Ginny picked James up and kissed him on the cheek, hugging him tightly. "Oh, I'm never going to let you out of my sight again!" James giggled once again.

"He probably managed to get out of his crib, since the gate was open, it must've not been latched completely. Then he got into here and found my cloak, and then we ran around the house like idiots when he was just sitting here, invisible, the whole time."

Harry grinned at his son, who was cooing to himself, oblivious to the fact that his parents almost called the entire Ministry out on a search for him.

"Seems like he did it on purpose. Like his grandpa would." Ginny laughed.

Harry smiled. James Sirius Potter was really living up to his namesakes.

"Now, Harry, give me the cloak," she said seriously.

"Why?"

"I'm throwing it out."

"NOOOOOO!"

"I'm joking, calm down, Harry..." Ginny said hastily as Harry tried to hide his cloak.

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