A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, James/Lily, #069 – birthday.
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131. Harry's First Birthday
It was Harry's first birthday, and even in the quiet shadow of war
it had to be great; they would make it so.
Even with only the two of them they could manage it
together: he with the life of the party,
she with the more practical things, like the food
(because he was apt at transfiguration
but that didn't help at all
when it came to know how to cook
but she had both charms and potions
under her belt: the perfect pair)
And the guests
(because her friends either weren't in the Order,
were on a mission, or dead
but his were alright; they could come
but it had to be her to say
otherwise they'd think it was just another day)
And the presents
(because he'd wanted to get Harry a broom
Really, of all the stupid things!
though she had passed a cute little kids potions kit
that had made her tempted too)
But it was Harry's first, and together they'd make it perfect:
a birthday that no-one could match
Because it was a perfect birthday
with the perfect little family.