Seasons' Greetings 2011 ♥ Stocking-Fillers
Main posting for the fest is over, but we'd like to encourage some Lily/James-themed holiday spirit while we've still got a few days more to Christmas proper. Thus, we present:
☃ STOCKING FILLERS ☃
We invite all fans of Lily/James to peruse our participants' WISH LISTS for Seasons' Greetings' 2011, and to submit stories/art/mixed media for any ( ( Read more... )
☃ STOCKING FILLERS ☃
We invite all fans of Lily/James to peruse our participants' WISH LISTS for Seasons' Greetings' 2011, and to submit stories/art/mixed media for any ( ( Read more... )
“Hey there, little me,” James murmured to his son, hefting the baby a little closer to his face. He was smiling when Harry looked up and met his eyes.
And promptly burst into loud, unhappy tears.
“Oh, hey!” James exclaimed, bouncing his son gently. Harry’s cries abated a little at the sound of his voice, but when he looked around and didn’t see his father’s face, the cries resumed at an even louder volume.
“I don’t think he likes your costume, Jamie,” Sirius told him.
“But why not?” James asked, distressed. “I thought all children loved Santa! They do in all the stories!”
“James, those are children old enough to have heard and understood the Santa myth,” Remus explained. “Harry’s too young to understand Santa.”
“So you think, what? It’s…it’s the beard?”
Sirius snickered a little. “Well, the beard scares me, so…”
“But-”
Just then, one of Harry’s flailing hands grabbed at his beard and pulled. The glamour, not made to endure such treatment, promptly dissolved in a shower of bright, harmless sparks. Shocked by the light and the sudden emptiness of his fist, Harry took in a sharp breath and opened his eyes. His gaze caught on James’s face and he instantly stopped crying. Staring up at his father with tears still trembling on his ridiculously long lashes, Harry took a couple of shallow gasping breaths and reached up to touch James’s face. James smiled down at him, and Harry slowly smiled back.
“There we go. That’s better.”
Once he was sure Harry was done screaming his tiny head off, Sirius let out a wicked little laugh. “Prongs!” he said, pointing at his best friend. “You terrified your own son!”
“I did not!” James denied. He looked down at the baby for confirmation. “That’s not true at all, is it Harry?”
Harry smiled up at him and made cute baby noises.
Sirius laughed disbelievingly. “He took one look at you and screamed, Prongsie. What else would you call it?” He turned to Remus before James could answer. “Can you think of another explanation for this besides sheer terror, Moony?”
“Not a one,” Remus serenely replied.
“It was not terror,” James said, sitting down in the armchair next to the Christmas tree and looking down at his son. “You just love your daddy more than Santa, don’t you son? You love daddy best.”
Sirius sputtered a laugh and Remus rolled his eyes. “I’m pretty sure he loves Lily best,” Remus told him.
James glared at him. “I’m keeping all your presents, Moony.”
“What? Padfoot started it!”
Lily smiled and sat on the arm of James’s chair. She draped an arm behind him and leaned her forehead against his temple. “I told you he loves you,” she said, kissing his cheek, then resting her own against the top of his head, looking down at their son with him. She reached out with her free hand and gently flattened Harry’s untamable hair.
“Of course he does,” James told her, smug. “I love him more than everything but you. That’s an awful lot of love, you know.”
“I know.”
“So he can’t help himself. Besides, I’m the best father in the world, and I’m me. What’s not to love?”
“I could name some things,” Sirius muttered. Remus choked on a laugh. Lily and James ignored them both.
“Not a thing,” Lily told her husband sincerely. She leaned over and kissed first James and then Harry. “Now how about you give me our son so you can pass out presents like a good Santa?”
And just like every other time Lily issued a Christmas command, James grinned at her and hurried to comply.
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