Title: Codename:Banana
Synopsis: Features Baby Marauders! Written for a challenge set by the Beautiful Angelle LeCroix.
A/N: This has been sat in my folder for a long time, and I'm debating whether or not to continue it. Please help me decided by reviewing what you think of it!
"Oh James!" Rose Potter sighed, picking her two-year-old son of the floor, where he had been happily drawing on the tiles in chocolate. She sat him in his high chair, and with a wave of her wand, cleaned away the mess that had once been a Sprinkle coated, chocolate iced doughnut. James' Father, Neil Potter, sat at the table, another of the Sprinkle coated, chocolate iced doughnuts in his hand, munching away, while reading the newspaper. A bag of them sat on the highest shelf, for when James' friends came around to play later on in the day.
Tiny James wriggled happily in his high chair, eyeing the strange ball like plant sitting on the counter at his eye level. The plant let out a continuous cackle, and was quivering, as though it would prefer to be rolling around the floor. Intrigued by this plant, James reached out a chubby hand, to pick up the strange, cackling object.
It was at this moment that the doorbell rang, and Rose had to dash to answer it. Neil had apparated to his work at the ministry only a moment ago, and of course, James chose this moment to upset the plant pot, and a bowl of small plastic gems beside it. The gems scattered on the floor, and the plant fell out of the pot, now cackling even more gleefully than before, free to role around as it wished. James burst into tears. Rose rushed back in, with another 2 year old in her arms, scooping James out of the high chair as she passed. James stopped crying, and glanced at the other boy curiously, a childish giggle escaping his lips.
Sirius Black, left in a strangers arms, face to face with a strange child, had a bemused expression on his tiny face. This expression was not helped by the fact that he was wearing a pair of "tighty whity" underpants on his head, his black hair sticking in tufts through the leg holes.
Remus Lupin would come in later, closely followed, of course, but tiny, podgy Peter Petigrew, and the girls, Lily Evans, Al Granier, Ani Lau and Rachel Entwistle. Rose smiled as she placed the two boys down in the living room, leaving the familiar mess in the kitchen for the house elves to tidy up. Her small day-care for witches and wizards was growing steadily; eight 2 year olds were more than enough to handle 5 days a week, and her house was fast becoming a war zone.
As Rose retreated back into the kitchen, James curiously faced Sirius, and spoke in the language that only very small children know.
"Why are you wearing your underpants on your head?" He asked his small friend. The child just grinned mischievously back.
"Its better than wearing them on your bum. You try!" So, uncertainly, James pulled off his red underpants, and tugged them onto his head, where the sat unevenly on top of his untidy hair.
-TBC-