"So let me get this straight... you put on an apron just to get something out of the fridge?"

Lily Potter had decided to go grocery shopping that morning, hesitantly leaving her son in the care of a band of merry idiots – or in other words: her husband and his friends. She wanted to take Harry with her, but he had been asleep then and Lily didn't want to wake him up because she knew it'd take forever just to put him back to sleep.

James Potter rolled his eyes as he closed the fridge, placing the baby food bottles he had snagged on the counter, lining them up. "Harry's a messy eater, Moony. Plus, he always feels the need to touch my shirt and hair when his hands are full of peas." James frowned thoughtfully. "I think Sirius taught him that."

Remus snickered quietly; he was the one who taught Harry that.

Sirius Black entered the kitchen then, carrying Harry who was rubbing his eyes, and looking drowsy. At age one, Harry was looking more and more like James each day, but Harry had gotten his mum's almond shaped, green eyes instead of his father's wide, hazel ones.

"We're here," said Sirius with a flourish as he strapped his godson into his Quaffle-themed highchair. "Your lives just got better!"

"When did he get up?" asked James. "I didn't hear him cry."

"Not long ago, and I just happened to have super sensitive ears." said Sirius, taking out a rolled up magazine that was in his back pocket. Flipping through it, his eyes widened as pictures of motorbikes zoomed across the pages urging readers to 'BUY NOW!'

James turned to Harry, crossed his eyes, scrunched up his face, and said in a silly voice, "Feeding time!"

Harry gurgled happily, clapping his chubby hands together. He always liked it when his father did that face. Maybe it was the fact that his Mummy always told his Dad his face would be stuck like that permanently that made it so alluring to the baby.

James placed the baby food bottles closer to his son to inspect. "Which one do you want, Prongslet?"

Harry's eyes scanned the small bottles and finally decided on a brown, mushy coloured one.

Remus cringed as James wrenched the bottle open with an oven mitt. "That's chicken broth, Prongs. You sure you want to feed Harry blended meat?"

"I'm sure it's not that bad." James took a spoon from a drawer after throwing away the bottle's cap, scooping up some of it to his mouth.

He paled instantly.

"Right," he shook his head as if to get rid of the putrid taste, and turned to Sirius. "Do you want some chicken broth?"

Sirius glanced up quickly at the mention of food and eagerly took the baby can away, scarfing it down in one bite. He stared at the baby bottle in wonder as if it was the best thing since self-stirring cauldrons. "I say, that was simply delicious! Do you have any more?"

Silence draped over the kitchen as James quietly passed him a bottle labelled Cauliflower.

After James finished feeding Harry (Remus suggested peas for some reason), Harry wanted to move around. Sitting in one place for so long is not an easy feat when you were one.

"Down, Mummy, down!" urged Harry, raising his hands high and looking pointedly at his father.

The room instantly hushed.

James took a shuddering breath. "W-what did you call me, Harry?"

"Mummy!" giggled the boy, clapping his hands in delight. Sirius and Remus fell into uncontrollable laughter as James shook his head violently.

"No, no, no, no, no!" he said, running his hand through his hair – and leaving a streak of peas in it; Harry had managed to cover his hand with the vegetable. "I'm Daddy, Daddy - not Mummy!" Lily was going to castrate him! She only left them alone for half an hour and James had already twisted Harry!

"It's probably the apron - seeing as its Lily's - so take it off." Remus advised, having regained his breath.

James obliged, throwing it behind him.

"Who am I, Prongslet?" he asked again, crouching down to meet his son's eyes.

Harry screwed up his face in concentration, and for a second, James thought Harry had been pretending the whole time. He'll make a great prankster one day, he thought.

"Mummy!"

Too bad I won't be alive too see it.

Light footsteps sounded and Lily entered the kitchen carrying bags of groceries. "I hope I wasn't gone too long. The line was ridiculously large. This woman had about thirty cans of cat food – Mrs. Figg, I think her name was." She placed the bags on the counter, turning around and smiling brightly when she spotted her son. "Harry!"

"Daddy!"

A/N: I know this isn't during their school days, but Harry's so adorable! Maybe I can do a mixture? What do you guys think? Review to let me knooooooooow! *Echo, echo*

SUPER thanks to skHermione, shadowkat678, HoangMai, Hpdwlotr24, xxSiriusxxforeverxx and Remus' daughter for reviewing! :)