Another AzuLuna idea.

Pyrokinetic Problems

"Jamie, Please take this medicine. Please."

"No Daddy, it's so, so gross. I don't like it."

"James, do what your Daddy says. He wants you to get better and stop catching your bed on fire."

"Draco!"

"What? Oh, I'm sorry if I don't like the house smelling like smoke. I'll shut up now."

"Good. Now come on love, take this medicine. It will make you all better."

"But I don't wanna! It's yucky and I hate it. Make Mummy take it."

"I resent that, and I'm not the one sneezing fire all over the place."

"Technically he isn't sneezing fire. When he sneezes, his mind…"

"Blah blah blah. I don't care. All I know is that he is ruining the drapes."

"Is that all you care about? Your drapes? James, take this."

"No. It's icky."

"James, I'm counting to three. You're going to take that medicine and stop setting everything on fire with your mind."

"Actually…"

"Don't correct me Potter. One…"

"James, please take this."

"No. No. No."

"Two…don't make me get to three. You won't like three."

"HE is three, Draco. He seems to like it well enough."

"I would curse but James picks up those words rather well. He can't say Papa but he can say every curse word that comes out of your mouth."

"MY mouth? You're the one who curses all the time. James, you had better take this before Mummy gets to three."

"Mummy won't. He loves me too much to make me dink icky medsin."

"Three. Drink it or no juice. Ever."

"Draco, don't threaten not to give him juice. That's just cruel."

"Well, why fuel the fire? He's going to burn our house down, Harry. To the ground. We need this, you realize. We have to live in it."

"Oh, I never noticed that. Go figure. James, you had better take this or no more juice."

"Ever? But…what if I get thirsty?"

"I guess you'll have to drink out of the toilet like a dog."

"You wouldn't let Snuffles drink out of the toilet."

"Yes, well, he did anyway. That's why he's gone. And the cat. They wouldn't take their medicine either."

"Stop scaring him. Please take this. Please. It's not that gross. Mummy will take some too with you."

"Really? He will? Really!"

"No!"

"Yes you will."

"Yes I will."

"Excellent. Here you both are, now…drink."

"YAY! Mummy has to take the icky medsin too!"

"I hate you Potter."

"Hey, as long as he isn't ruining the drapes."

End