Lipgloss and Cologne, chapter fifty-one.Author's notes: Thanks for all of the feedback! To know that I've made it past the half-way point, way past the point of no return, with so many people reding (and actually liking!!) my story makes me want to go further. Thanks to all of my reviewers, and, once again, special hugs and thank-yous, to Arya Svit-kona for this idea. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own it, much to my dismay.
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Holiday with Grandma.The gurgling of the newest Potter and the loving coos of Grandma Evans was the latest soundtrack. It was Grammy's first time seeing her grandson as a child, and not as something fragile at birth. Lucky for Lily, James, and Harry, it was their first vacation. The cold winter snow blew around outside. Harry Potter was sitting under Grammy and Gramp's Christmas tree, batting at a silver bulb. He was gurgling at his own reflection, smiling at the smiling boy looking at him.
Gradma Evans was laughing at the boy, giving him sloppy Grandma kisses, the kisses that nobody but the older generation could give. Harry copied his Grandma when she would kiss him. He would lean over, and give her a sticky kiss on her old, soft, but wrinkled cheek. This went on for some time. The old cookie smelling lady kissing the little powder scented boy.
The buzzer on the oven rang, and the old lady got up. Harry started crawling after her, willing his little arms to lead his body. The elderly lady laughed at her loving grandson. The grandson that had her daughter's shocking eyes. The inquisitive grandson that loved everyone he knew with a firey passion that even Harry didn't understand.
"Ga-Ga-Gam!" Harry shouted, trying to get his tongue to move in the words he wanted to say. Lily looked at James, ecstasy ringing through her, for her son was trying to talk. Something she couldn't make him do. Grammy Evans turned around and exited the kitchen, pulling off her oven gloves.
"What is it, Grammy's boy?" Mrs. Evans cooed, reaching out to pick him up off of the hardwood floor.
"Gamma! Gamma!" Harry cheered, hugging the lady. Lily cheered, her son was speaking! James smiled, and walked over to his mother-in-law, picking up his son.
"Can you say Quidditch?" James joked, kissing his little boy.
"Kidditk!" Harry frowned, trying to say the name of the best sport ever,
"James!" Lily scolded, batting his arm. She was amused, neverless.
"Kidditch!" Harry shouted, almost getting the word. Lily, James and company laughed at the little boy.
Harry started to fuss. His once joyful mood was spirling downward in the matter of seconds. He started to cry, the sounds ringing through the house. Grandpa Evans walked over, it was his turn to give the little boy more love than the six-month-old boy could take. The baby immediatly stopped crying, and started pulling on the jolly old man's beard. It was people like Mr. Evans that made kids believe in Santa Claus. The family laughed, and went to eat their Christmas Eve dinner.
Harry evidentally enjoyed his very first holiday.
