(A/N: Written for Sugarquill. Prompt was "accomplish," under 300 words.)
Only the Best
"Harry?"
Ron stepped into a room stuffed wall to wall with toys.
"What's all this, mate?"
"What does it look like?"
"It looks like my sister was right when she said you've lost your mind."
"No I haven't," Harry said arranging the pile of toys in front of him onto shelves.
"So you think this is perfectly sane?"
"Absolutely. What's insane about wanting your child to have everything they could want?"
"Yeah, but-"
Harry interrupted.
"Listen. I don't expect you or Ginny to understand. You had a happy childhood."
Ron opened his mouth to interject but Harry raised his hand to stop him.
"I know money was tight, but you were happy and loved. Your parents did the best they could to provide for you. I didn't have that." Harry's chest tightened as he spoke of things he'd tried to forget. "I slept in a cupboard under the stairs until they found out I could do magic. I never got toys for my birthday or Christmas. The only time I remember having toys is when Dudley had already broken them and I fished the out of the bin. I just want to make sure that my son never has to want for anything."
"I think you've accomplished that," Ron said picking up a toy broom stick from the nearest shelf. "I understand where you're coming from, but can I just point one thing out?"
"Sure," Harry said adjusting the snitch mobile above the crib.
Ron let the small broom hover for a moment as he chuckled. "He's only a week old."