Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.

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"Where's my Harry?" a woman with light red hair cooed, looking in every direction but in front of her, where the child just so happened to be. The two month year old baby, "Harry" squealed with delight and clapped his hands together. Lily Potter looked at the child and jumped back, as if surprised. "Why, THERE you are Harry!" she said with a smiled. Harry giggled and held his arms up. He was a very intelligent child; he knew how to get the point across to his "mommy" what he wanted.

Lily laughed and picked up her tiny child. He really was too small for his age... Harry cooed, mirroring his mother earlier and laid his head on her shoulder as she began to sway her hips around to the music in their heads.

"Anyone home?" a voice called from the living room. James Potter walked in the room, widening his eyes playfully as he saw the two dancing. "Harry! How dare you steal my woman! A true Slytherin you are!" he exclaimed playfully. Harry peeked his head out from behind his mother's hair and blinked at his father, then his own eyes widened with a loud "Oooooo" and he hid back in his mother's hair, once again giggling.

"Oh ho! I see how it is young man! Going to steal the love of my wife (a/n HAHAHA, love of my life...love of my wife... get it?) before my eyes are we!" he said, his voice betraying astonishment. Harry looked at his father again and gave him the biggest toothless grin possible for the youth. James chuckled and stole the small child from his wife's arms.

He swung Harry through the air before tucking the infant's head beneath his chin. "Did you enjoy yourself with mommy today?" he asked. Harry laughed a laugh that could only be described as cackle. Lily rolled her eyes.

"Oh yes, Harry, why don't you tell your father EXACTLY what you thought was funny today," Lily sniffed with a glare. Harry giggled and hid his face in his father's work-clothes clad chest. James raised his eyebrow at the baby.

"Mnookus! Camayarda! Quso!" Harry exclaimed. Lily rolled her eyes.

"He thought it would be funny to steal mommy's wand while she wasn't looking and summon Sirius every ten minutes! The poor guy was in tears by noon! With his new job and all, he hasn't had any sleep," Lily explained.

"Ohh, really? Well, Harry, nicely done! You have officially become a Marauder! Disturbing others without reason!" James exclaimed.

"Oh no, there was a reason," Lily said, with yet another glare.

"And what reason might that be?" he asked his son. Harry looked at his father as if he was surprised.

"Nomeno?" he asked in the language only babies knew. He turned to his mother; "nomeno?"

"Don't give me cheek child!" Harry gasped and looked at his mother, appalled. "SOMEONE wanted to visit his daddy, and who better to get him there than Uncle Sirius since mommy already said "No!" Sirius came each time he summoned, straight to Harry's room, he looked around and left, I wasn't even aware of the visits until he came to me in tears at noon, saying he was really exhausted, please, what was the problem? I told him I had been asleep the whole time. We walked in the nursery, and sure enough, there was Mr. Man here standing up in the crib, dressed and wand in hand. Well, I suppose you could look at the bright side, he learned the word "Dada?" That was the first thing out of his mouth!" Lily said in one breath. Then she paused, trying to catch it again. James laughed.

"Well, then that's more Slytherin. Ah, well, there goes the family tradition of being in Gryffindor. I mean, there's no way this baby will make it into Gryffindor, the way he goes about things," James said with a smile.

"I know what you mean," Lily said with another glare. She smiled and took the child from his sire's arms. "All right Harry, you've been up all day! Time for a nap!" she exclaimed. Harry protested. "Nope, no getting out of this, you trouble maker!" Lily giggled. She placed Harry back into his crib and picked up the stuffed toy dog and stuffed wolf from the ground. "Sleep tight, little one," she said with a kiss on his head. Harry huffed, but closed his eyes, nevertheless. He was just about asleep when...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" half the Wizarding World screamed. SOMEONE just came into the world and decided to make his...no, HER presence known. Well, they screamed Harry just sat up and looked out the window on the West side of the building.

"Della?" he asked with wide eyes. "MiiDella?"

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"VERNON!" a tall, blonde woman screamed as she opened the door to Number 4 Private Drive.

"What is—AHH!" he screamed as he saw the child with the lightening shaped scar on his forehead.

"Della? Mommy? Da? Susus? Della?" the child looked panicked. He looked up at the man that just screamed and demanded: "Della!" The man fainted.

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'Why does that Malfoy guy seem so familiar? I mean, sure, the robes shop. But even then it seemed as if I recognized him... Maybe from when I was a kid? Who knows? He doesn't seem as bad as he tries to be. Almost as if he does it...On purpose...'