Hey people I'm back with another random one-shot off Tumblr. This one is Harry Potter because I felt like it.

AU where all but Peter of the Marauders (Because I don't like him) are still alive.

James stood up from where he had been sitting on the green sofa. His best friends Sirius and Remus were crouched in front of his son, Harry. He smiled and walked out to the kitchen where his beloved wife was making tea.

As he left the room, he heard Sirius' voice calling out.

"Come on Harry. Say it. Say Padfoot." He sounded so hopeful.

"Moony!" his son cried happily.

James stopped in the doorway, leaning on the frame, smiling at the three of them.

"Oh for fu-fudge sake!"

"Ha! Told you, I'm his favourite. Aren't I?"

"Mooney."

"Listen here Harry. I'm your Godfather and I'm supposed to buy you stuff. That's the deal. So the least you can do if say Padfoot. Pad-foot. Your mother's smart, you should be able to pick this up fairly quickly."

Remus sat back, a smirk on his face. He made eye contact with James and mimed punching the air. Sirius however was looking at the 6-month-old with a look of despair and frustration on his face.

"Moony."

"No, Padfoot,"

"P-"

"YES! That's it! Keep going!"

"P-oo"

"This is ridiculous, Harry. Pad-foot."

"Moony."

"James!" Sirius shouted suddenly. "Your child is broken and needs to sort out his priorities!"

Remus fell over laughing at Sirius who had the desperate look on his face as he tried again in vain to get the toddler to say his name.

"Moony, moony, moony."

"Argh! Lily I'm sorry," he addressed the person had walked in behind James and was drying her hands on a tea towel, smiling, "Your child has taken after Prongs here. He has none of your brains whatsoever." He turned back to the baby with a scowl.

"I hate you. I'm not speaking to you any more." Sirius comically turned away from the dark-haired child and pouted at the wall.

Harry smiled a toothless smile and half-crawled half-dragged himself over to Sirius and patted his shoulder: "Padfoot."