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Secretiveseeker

In an expensive district far away from St George's Hospital, lay another baby, three months older than Lily Evans.

His name was James Potter and he was awake, and batting at the broomstick models hovering above his cot. The baby squealed as a cleansweep circled his head, neatly evading the flailing wrists.

"Alright, sweetie, I'll do it! Because it's Valentine's Day, I'll do it until James falls asleep," a male voice exclaimed.

James perked up at the sound of his father's voice and cooed when his Dad entered his room.

James's dad was very tall and handsome with messy black hair (which James inherited) and blue eyes(which James did not).

"Hey there Jamesy boy," he grinned pulling a comfy chair up next to the cot and sitting on it, "Your mum wants me to put you to bed." He sighed then smiled. He put his head near James's and glanced furtively around.

"Look what I have," he whispered.

James gurgled loudly, his eyes widened alarmingly revealing hazel irises.

Mr Potter pulled out a long, thin stick and conjured a tall pile of magazines. "Quidditch!" Mr Potter cried.

James's eyes were glued to the glossy magazine on the top of the pile. He reached his chubby arms to it.

"You want one?" Mr Potter asked, "Here."

He gave the first magazine to James who grabbed it and tugged it off him.

"Wow, you're eager, buddy. You want to become a Quidditch Player like your old Pa?" Mr Potter exclaimed.

James didn't even look at him. His eyes were riveted on the model on the cover.

Slim and sexy with scarlet, straight red hair and pale skin, the model's chocolate brown eyes seemed to gaze into his.

3 hours, 18 minutes 37 seconds later found Mr Potter finishing the last magazine and James still staring at the first.

"OK, son. Can I read your magazine?" James didn't answer (naturally) or respond in any way. Mr Potter reached into the cot and tugged on the magazine gently. James pulled back. Mr Potter tried to pry James's fingers from the pages. James screamed loudly and clenched his fists.

Mr Potter gave up and slumped back into his chair. His eyes began closing. Soon he was snoring softly.

James's eyes started fluttering shut, and he to began to make tiny snuffling snores.

Mr Potter grinned and sat up quietly. Silently, he stood up and grabbed hold of the magazine, but no matter what he did, James still held on fast. Mr Potter decided it was a lost case eventually, crept out of the room and closed the door.

The sleeping baby turned over, accidentally tearing the front page off. Mumbling incoherently, he clutched the crumpled page close to him.

I kept thinking that James was so sweet as I typed this up. Please review! The little button's calling to you:

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