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One would think that after being locked in a house for months on end that James Potter, Marauder, prankster extraordinaire and general ball of unrestrained energy would have long gone mad with boredom. Of course, while one would have been correct in this assumption under normal circumstances, surprisingly James had found plenty of things to keep him occupied, some better than others. He'd never admit it, but playing hide-and-seek had become one of his favourite pastimes.

"Jamie! Jamie, where are you, bubba!" Lily called from somewhere else in the house. In his position behind the curtains and standing in the semi-darkness, James closed his eyes, silently cursing his wife for cheating, while simultaneously clamping one of his large hands over the small mouth of the eight month old clutched in his arms.

Unfortunately for him, Jamie fell right into Lily's trap. The baby squealed, calling out to her mum, and though the sound was greatly muffled against his hand, it wasn't enough. All too soon he heard the unmistakable sounds of his wife's stomping feet down the staircase. The baby must have heard it too, for she suddenly started nibbling on his fingers and bouncing up and down, kicking her little legs out in excitement. He definitely wasn't the only ball of unrestrained energy in the house.

James tensed slightly as he heard Lily enter the sitting room, the soft footfalls on carpet and the rustling of various objects moving around as she searched making his heart race. For her part, Jamie was suddenly unnaturally quiet, perhaps feeling her daddy's tension. Instead, she put all her extra energy into slobbering over his hand.

"Baby? Bubba? Where are you, honey?" Lily coaxed from the other side of the curtain, passing quite close by James and Jamie. The baby girl's excitement returned as she started to bounce once more and James had to clamp tighter over her mouth to stop her from squealing again. He soon found that this was the wrong choice, as he suddenly discovered just what her lovely new teeth could do.

"Gotcha!" Lily yelled, as she ripped back the curtains. The sudden brightness only added to James' pain as he screwed up his eyes in a manly attempt to stop the wetness in them from overflowing onto his cheeks.

"Oh, son of a-"

"James Charlus Potter, I hope you weren't intending to finish that sentence," he heard his wife reprimand threateningly, and he opened his eyes to find her with her standing in front of him with her hands on her hips and a familiar expression on her face. James whimpered, partly at her tone and partly at the pain in his hand.

"Magagabama!" Jamie squealed incomprehensively, her mouth finally free. Lily's stern face turned to her brightest smile as she took the baby from his arms.

"Yes, I found you, my darling! Yes I did! Now, what did you do to make daddy cry this time?"

"She bit me!" James protested, nursing his hand in his other hand to stop the pain. He could just make out tiny teeth imprints in the skin. "She's a little vampire, I swear, Lil!" he cried overdramatically.

Lily looked nothing short of amused. "You cry baby," she teased. "It's just a little bite, you won't die from it. Come on, Jamie. It's daddy's turn to count. Let's go find somewhere to hide!"

"But-but!" James stuttered. He really shouldn't have been surprised at the lack of sympathy.

Jamie merely squealed again, babbling along in her own baby language while permeating every syllable with an energetic bounce on her mother's hip. Through still watery eyes, James watched them leave the room, neither of them giving so much as a glance back in his direction. He whimpered again, clutching his hand tighter.