Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Lily Evans- First Word (c)

Christmas dinner with your friends had been the routine for the last couple of years seen as most of you didn't have the best relationship with your families if they were still around, and it was just a happier time to be together with your friends. Last year you had hosted Christmas with your husband, Remus, but this year it was the Potter's hosting. You had questioned it at first as they had a one-year-old, but Lily assured you it'd be fine.

You sat at the table with your three friends, husband and your godson, with heaped plates and some extras in the centre of the table ready to be devoured by you all. With cracker pulled and horrible paper crowns on your heads, you all began to dive into the dinner. After one mouthful of roast potato, you let out a moan of delight, having been excited for this meal for months.

"Lily this is amazing," you smiled warmly. "Maybe you should host again next year."

Lily chuckled at you, swallowing the mouthful of food. "Actually, I didn't cook. I was going to, but Harry was being so fussy and wouldn't settle for James, so he made everything."

The food in your mouth instantly became sour and you questioned if you should swallow it or spit it out into your napkin. You decided against spitting it out and swallowed it.

"What did you do to is?" You questioned.

You had never trusted James, not in a way that you deemed him to be malicious, but you knew he never outgrew his childishness and still did pranks even if he was now a husband and father.

"Nothing," he stated. "How could you accuse me of doing something to the food?"

"Did you do something James?" Lily asked, giving him a warning look.

"I promise I didn't do anything. I wasn't going to fuck up Christmas."

Lily warned him of his language.

"F-fuck," the small voice from the highchair said, gaining everyone's attention.

"Was Harry's first word 'fuck'?" Sirius grinned.

"James!" Lily shouted. "I've been trying to get him to say mum for a month, and you say one swear word and he copies you."

You did your best to not laugh at your now very angry best friend who had lifted up her child from his highchair.

"Don't say that word Harry, it's naughty," Lily stated.

"Fuck," he repeated.

Lily closed her eyes and let out a sigh, questioning if she wanted to stay married.

"Merry fucking Christmas," she frowned.

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Written by Charlotte.