"What is that smell?" James Potter asked sliding suspiciously in to the kitchen of his home.
"Well, it was dinner," Lily replied shooting a glare at the stove. "Harry was helping make dinner for daddy."
James looked to see where his son was, and there, despite the charred smell lingering in the kitchen, Harry slept.
"Well it reeks, right Harry?" James asked picking up his son. "We'll need to fumigate. And we can't stay with Moony, it's a full moon."
"It isn't that bad," Lily protested, removing their son from his arms. "At least you don't have to eat it."