LEGACY

Harry Potter opened one startlingly emerald green eye, then the other. The fourteen-month-old never slept during the night, a fact that caused his parents much chagrin. He stood up on unsteady legs, holding the bars for support, ready for his next wonderful nightly adventure.

Baby Harry was a little James in mischievous matters, a fact that made his Papa proud of his little son—only when the innocent prank did not include him as a victim. Lately, there had been a lot of problems for both James and Lily, because Harry wanted to sleep in their bed, as a result of which their 'baser needs' were not being fulfilled. James had been very happy to realize that Harry had fallen asleep in his own bed earlier this evening, and both he and his wife were taking full advantage of the fact right now.

Harry stamped his foot on his pretty blue mattress, and his inherent magic carried him over the bars, making him coo in wondering delight. Freedom!

The little baby made his way to the next room down the hall, crawling on his hands and knees. He stopped before the closed doors of the master-bedroom, and angled his head as he contemplated the barrier. His Mum and Fafa were inside, and he knew it coz he could hear them. Were they playing games without him?

Harry stood up, using the door for support. He thumped the door, but they did not hear him. Agitated, he began to cry loudly.

His magic accidentally made the door burst open, much to his parents' horror, who were engaged in some very innovative foreplay. They sprang apart like guilty school-children.

"What the—?" James yanked up the covers to his chin, then relaxed fractionally.

"H-Harry!" Lily sputtered on seeing her son squalling on the floor, wearing nothing but his night-time nappy.

Harry opened his scrunched-up eyes, extremely pleased to see his path cleared, and promptly made his way into the room, again crawling. His Mama took him in his arms and cooed to him, while his Papa stood up and started walking. But Harry wanted to be with both of them!

"Fafa?

James turned, the love in his eyes totally in contrast with the ferocious growl on his face. "What? I am gonna take a long, cold shower, young man," he mock-growled.

His son giggled.

"James Potter! Where the hell do you think you are going?"

"At the risk of repeating myself, to take a long, cold shower," answered James irritably. "Why?"

"Because your son's naughty behviour is your legacy, not mine. So I am going to take that cold shower, while you show the naughty little imp," Lily gave Harry's backside a playful swat, "how to knock and respect other people's privacy."

James was not in the mood to give his son lectures. He wasn't good at it anyway. "We could both take a shower while Padfoot looked after him," he suggested hopefully.

"Bow-wow?" said Harry hopefully.

"Nope," said Lily. "No Bow-wow. Papa's gonna look after you while I take a bath." With that, Lily sailed off into the bathroom.

James looked lustily after her for a while, then shook his head at his tiny son.

"Women,' he muttered. "Who can figure 'em out?"

Harry giggled again, his eyes shining with mischief.