James stared moodily out the window. At the table Lily was trying to get their son, Harry, to eat his lunch without much success. The only good things in his world and they were all under threat, and he was unable to do anything about it because he was stuck in the house.

Lily sighed, taking her eyes off the baby for a moment to look at her husband. He'd been getting more and more difficult to live with over the past week, it was almost as bad as being back at Hogwarts.

"Oh, Harry!" she exclaimed as she turned her attention back to the fifteen month old. From ear to ear Harry had managed to smear the biscuit his mother had been trying to feed him. He was laughing to himself as he started to bang his spoon loudly on the table.

"Pud pud pud!" he demanded as he did.

Suddenly the boy was lifted out of his chair, to both his and Lily's surprise. Holding him high above his head James gave his son a mock serious look.

"So you want pud do you?" he inquired, and taking the resulting happy yell as a yes tucked Harry under his arm and walked off to the kitchen.

A/N: Pud: A British shortening of Pudding, the sweet snack after dinner.