Imagine James and Sirius being perfectly fine with 5 year old Harry flying a broom, but when Lily gets him a bike for Christmas they’re freaking the FUCK out because of how dangerous they think it is. He’d be that kid with pillows duct taped all over his body, barely able to walk, his arms being too stuffed to push his messy hair out of his eyes.
“I still think this is mad.” Sirius gulps, his voice cracking with fear. James is standing, almost paralyzed behind him, what looks like tears are forming in his eyes. They were outside of their cottage on the side walk. Lily was standing next to Harry and Harry was staring at the beautiful red bicycle with amazement, never having seen anything like it before.
“James played a sport, that requires you to fly up in the sky trying to catch an almost invisible ball, while trying to avoid being hit by an iron ball, that is bewitched to severely injure you.” She retorts, looking between the two men. “Besides, I learnt how to ride a bike when I was five and barely shed a tear when I fell and skinned me knees.” Lily rolls her eyes as she places the little boy on the seat of the tiny bicycle.
“SKINNED YOUR KNEES?” He yells with disbelief, “ON THE DIRTY GROUND? Well that proves it then, that proves how you think placing Harry on a two wheeled death machine is acceptable.” Sirius huffs, his eyes are wide and places his hands on his hips.
“Sirius, you have a motorcycle. Those things are way more dangerous than a bike for a kid.” She counters.
“That is besides the point!” Sirius snatches Harry from the bicycle, “I WILL NOT HAVE YOU TRYING TO MURDER MY GODSON, LILY!!!” He grabs his broom and places the small boy in front of him and they zoom off.
Lily watches as they get further away and sighs. She looks over at her husband who’s mouth is hanging open and staring after them in dismay. “As if he really just kidnapped Harry,” answering the question she knew he was thinking, “He’s going to spoil him with sweets and tell him how “Mummy is absolutely insane!” because he’s a giant twit.“ She says walking towards the cottage door, "They’ll be back before bed time, you know how Sirius loves bed time.”