A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club January

Assorted Appreciation: 3 - Cloak of Invisibility - Item: Invisibility Cloak

Fabulous World of Comics: 6 - (Platonic Pairing) James/Harry

Marvel Appreciation: H - Hulk: (Dialogue: "Puny [Name]) OR (Colour: Green)

Word Count: 605

"Now you see me, now you don't," James stated, sweeping his invisibility cloak over himself. Baby Harry squealed with laughter. "Now you see me again," he announced as he pulled the cloak off revealing his smiling face.

"Gan!" he yelled. James took the cloak off and then put it back over himself. Every time, Harry giggled and squealed in delight.

"You really like this game, don't you?" James asked, looking down at his son. His big green eyes filled with wonder and mischief. James smiled.

"You're perfect, you know that, Harry, absolutely perfect," he whispered. Harry yawned.

"Sleepy Harry?"

"No nap," Harry mumbled, his eyelids drooping slightly. James picked up his son and rocked him as he walked towards the nursery. Harry wrapped himself around his father, slowly falling asleep.

"Alright, Harry, you nap, I'll do the laundry that your mum left, sound good?" Harry didn't say anything as James tucked him into his crib. He knew soon they'd have to upgrade him to a toddler bed, Harry was already starting to try and climb out.

James picked up the jumper and looked at it. He was certain it had been bigger when he'd put it in the drying machine Lily used. Now it looked like it might fit Harry. James smiled. The idea of little Harry wearing Lily's favorite green jumper would be adorable! He put the jumper aside and finished folding the rest of the laundry. Lily was going to be so surprised when she came home and found it done.

"Dada," a small voice said from the floor. James blinked and looked down. Harry was sitting at his feet.

"Hey, Harry, you climbed out of your crib, didn't you?" he asked, reaching down and picking up his son.

"Dada!" Harry exclaimed. "Fly dada?"

"You want to fly, Harry, alright, here we go," James said, holding Harry tightly and pretending to fly him around the living room.

"Whee! Look dada, I playing 'ditch!"

"You're playing Quidditch? Alright, what position?" James asked, laughing. He had been teaching Harry about Quidditch since before he was born. Lily had always rolled her eyes when James had told her baby bump the rules of the game. She hadn't stopped him though.

"I seeker," Harry stated, sounding proud of himself for remembering the name of a position.

"So you catch the golden snitch, alright, let's see... Ahh, here we go," James said, finding a yellow ball. It was about the size of a tennis ball and made of plastic.

"Here's the snitch, Harry, catch it," he yelled, waving the ball with his other hand. Harry reached out and grabbed the ball.

"And Potter's got the snitch, Gryffindor wins the match!" James announced. He swirled Harry through the air one last time before sitting the baby down in his playpen.

"Iffdor wins!" Harry repeated, waving the ball in the air.

"Exactly Harry, now, you're mum's going be home soon, let's see how you look in her jumper," James stated. He pulled the now shrunken jumper over Harry's hair, rustled his hair, and helped his son put the garment on. It amazingly fit perfectly. James smiled. He couldn't wait until Lily got home and saw how he'd done the laundry and how Harry had won a Quidditch match for Gryffindor.

Maybe next time, Lily could take a picture of him flying Harry around the living room. Yes, or maybe he could get Sirius to do it? That might work better, Lily always had some comment about how insane James was with the Quidditch things. James made a mental note to ask Sirius next time he showed up for dinner.