Oh, To Be Young
Shout out to the real-life six year old who confessed his love to me this week. I love you too, lil j
“Harry, honey, tell me what the matter is.”
Lily Potter crouched in front of the sofa, where Harry sat, head in hands. The six year old heaved a sigh, and shook his head.
“Come on, mate. Did you break something? I promise we won’t get-” James paused as his wife raised an eyebrow at him. “I mean, we aren’t promising anything yet, but just tell us.”
Harry didn’t respond.
“Did something happen at school?”
“Has uncle Padfoot been eating your Every Flavour Beans again?”
“I got Goblin Piss last time. I’m not touching those again,” Sirius scrunched his nose, leaning against the mantelpiece.
“Serves you right.” Lily glared at him, before turning back to her son. “Harry, just spit it out.”
Harry lifted his head, peering at his mother with huge green eyes.
“Mum, dad…” He dropped his head again. “I think I love Aunty Marlene.”
Lily burst out laughing, a hand flying out behind her to stop herself from toppling over. She turned to James and Sirius, and found that neither shared her relief.
“Do you love her like you love mummy and daddy?” Lily wiped a tear from her eye.
“No, I love her like I actually want to share my Beans with her.”
Stating it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, Harry sighed again.
“Well… what do you like about her?”
“She’s beautiful,” he points out.
“She made me treacle tarts.”
“That was nice of her.”
“And she smells nice.”
Sirius screwed his eyes shut.
“You know she’s a little older than you, right, mate?” James leaned down to ask him.
“Yeah, but mummy’s older than you.”
“By two months,” Sirius muttered. It was the first time he had spoken.
Lily shot him a look.
Sirius picked up a card from the top of the dresser as Marlene sat, slowly pulling pins out of her hair.
“Oh, Harry made it for me when I was babysitting him today. Isn’t it adorable?”
Sirius pouted, opening it.
Dear aunty marly
your hair is yelow like cheez
I lov u
“Cheese?” He laughed. “Even I could do better.”
Putting the card down, Sirius came to stand beside her.
“Your hair looks like the beach.”
He took a strand of hair from the side of her face.
He tucked it gently behind her ear.
“Like the sun.”
His fingers moved to her chin, tilting it up for a kiss. Marlene reached for his neck, pressing her lips against his.
“Not too bad.” Pulling away, she raised her brows.
“And yet Harry’s the adorable one.”
Placing the last hairpin on the dresser, Marlene stepped back to look him up and down.
“Sirius Black,” she said incredulously, “are you jealous of a six year old?”
“No,” he replied, far too quickly.
“I seem to recall that I called you adorable once, and you didn’t speak to me for a day.”
Pressign her lips together, Marlene watched as his fidgeting increased. A crease formed between his brows.
“Oh, don’t be like that.” Unable to contain a snort, she ran a hand down his arm. “You love the kid.”
“Of course I do, but not when he’s threatening to take my girlfriend off me!”
“Always the drama queen.” Marlene rolled her eyes.
Sirius wouldn’t look at her.
“Look, Sirius. I promise I won’t go off and elope with him.”
“Because he, being a six year old, he won’t look at me like you do. Did,” Marlene amended, because he still wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“And he won’t make me quite as happy as you do,” she continued.
Sirius’s head was still down.
“Merlin, Sirius. Harry, being a child, won’t be so fucking good in bed.”
With that, Marlene’s now-open shirt slid down her slender arms to land on the floor with a soft thud.
Sirius looked up. “I should bloody well hope not.”
With that, he pounced.
“You alright, mate?”
James ruffles the hair of his uncharacteristically quiet son, who stands beside him in dress robes, the exact miniature of his own. Picking at the confetti that remains in his hair, Harry looks over the wedding party.
After being danced around on the shoulders of his favourite godfather, Harry had decided to watch the next round. The groom is dancing with his new bride now, her blond curls bouncing as they twirled on the dance floor.
“Yeah,” Harry replies. “I saw uncle Padfoot kind of eating her neck when they were babysitting me.” He looked up at his father, a faintly disgusted look on his face. “If she’s okay with that, it must be love.”
James sighed, exasperated. That was the one thing he’d asked of his friend, to please not expose his son to things he didn’t care to explain to a seven year old. I’ll kill the git after his honeymoon, James vows to himself.
He merely shrugs at his son, who shrugs back.
Suddenly, a little girl in a cupcake dress flounces up to them. Dorcas’s kid, James realizes. She holds a cake out for Harry to see, and points to the food table.
Harry, blushing red and ruffling his hair, turns to his dad.
“Daddy, can I…”
The two kids run off. James smiles at the pair, before feeling a chin rest on his shoulder.
“Like father, like son.” Lily has come to stand behind him, snaking her arms around his torso.
James rolls his eyes, snorting. “Hey, I don’t remember going through the older ladies phase.”
“Third year, McGonagall.” Lily whispers in his ear.
“Shut up.” The ear turns red.