Post by Rachael on Nov 12, 2011 5:03:39 GMT -8
Title: You Didn't!!!
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warning: None
Summary: Harry gets his first broom!
Sirius and Remus tumbled out of the fireplace of the Potter residence, bearing gifts wrapped in red and gold wrapping paper. James looked up from his Daily Prophet. James abandoned his newspaper, and loped towards his friends, gathering them into a tight hug. “Thank Merlin, you’re here! I’m going spare!” James said happily, practically squeezing them to death.
“We didn’t come to rescue you, James,” Remus said.
“Yeah...There’s my little pup!” Sirius said enthusiastically and scooped Harry up in to his arms, cradling him close. “Happy Birthday!” Harry’s hands wrapped around the shaft of Sirius’ gift.
“Oh, Sirius,” Lily exclaimed. “You didn’t!!!”
“I did!”
“I told you not to!” Lily whined.
“James was the one who picked out the model in the catalogue!” Sirius answered blithely, before slapping his hand over his mouth. Harry, of course, was oblivious to the scene as he managed to rip the wrapping paper off his new broomstick.
“Sirius!” James exclaimed in shock, glaring at Sirius who had just blabbed on him.
“James!” Lily yelled angrily.
“Harry!” Remus declared, pointing at the one-year-old who had just shot out of Sirius’ arms astride the broom. Lily lunged for their bundle of joy and missed by a hair’s breadth. James gave chase as Harry whizzed around the living room. The vase from Petunia shattered as James accidently knocked it off the table. Harry flew out in to the hall. A burst of accidental magic opened the front door, giving Harry access to the outside world. The others joined James in the chase. Outside, Bathilda Bagshot, who had been taking a picture of a Jarvey, spotted James chasing the broomstick-riding-baby and quickly took a photo of the incident. Click!
Surprised, Harry let go of the broom. James threw himself forward, catching Harry before the tyke hit the ground.
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warning: None
Summary: Harry gets his first broom!
Sirius and Remus tumbled out of the fireplace of the Potter residence, bearing gifts wrapped in red and gold wrapping paper. James looked up from his Daily Prophet. James abandoned his newspaper, and loped towards his friends, gathering them into a tight hug. “Thank Merlin, you’re here! I’m going spare!” James said happily, practically squeezing them to death.
“We didn’t come to rescue you, James,” Remus said.
“Yeah...There’s my little pup!” Sirius said enthusiastically and scooped Harry up in to his arms, cradling him close. “Happy Birthday!” Harry’s hands wrapped around the shaft of Sirius’ gift.
“Oh, Sirius,” Lily exclaimed. “You didn’t!!!”
“I did!”
“I told you not to!” Lily whined.
“James was the one who picked out the model in the catalogue!” Sirius answered blithely, before slapping his hand over his mouth. Harry, of course, was oblivious to the scene as he managed to rip the wrapping paper off his new broomstick.
“Sirius!” James exclaimed in shock, glaring at Sirius who had just blabbed on him.
“James!” Lily yelled angrily.
“Harry!” Remus declared, pointing at the one-year-old who had just shot out of Sirius’ arms astride the broom. Lily lunged for their bundle of joy and missed by a hair’s breadth. James gave chase as Harry whizzed around the living room. The vase from Petunia shattered as James accidently knocked it off the table. Harry flew out in to the hall. A burst of accidental magic opened the front door, giving Harry access to the outside world. The others joined James in the chase. Outside, Bathilda Bagshot, who had been taking a picture of a Jarvey, spotted James chasing the broomstick-riding-baby and quickly took a photo of the incident. Click!
Surprised, Harry let go of the broom. James threw himself forward, catching Harry before the tyke hit the ground.
That's so fun to imagine James racing after his son xD 
