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Harry is three years old and is running around the house like a maniac. He never slows down, and an exhausted Lily and James chase after him constantly. One day, "Padfoot" shows up at the door, and Harry runs screaming from the kitchen, mashed bananas smeared across his face. An exhausted looking Lily grabs a paper towel and makes it float over to Sirius so he could clean Harry's face.
"Padfoot!" Harry squeals, and Sirius laughs, wiping the bananas off of Harry's face.
"Hey Champ, I've got a present for you!" Sirius reaches into a small, enchanted backpack, and pulls out a long stick. It's a broomstick!
James walks into the room, rubbing his eyes. He plops down on the couch next to Lily before realizing Sirius is in his house. He notices that broomstick.
"MERLIN SIRIUS YOU CAN'T GIVE THE TODDLE A BROOM! As if he wasn't fast enough on foot!" James shrieked as Harry hopped on the broom like a natural, and began zooming around the house.
"Don't worry Prongs, it only goes three feet off the ground, and only twenty miles per hour top speed," Sirius winked, and James groaned, running after Harry before he could get to- CRASH... the china cabinet.
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Harry Potter Headcanons and Short Stories
FanfictionA series of short headcanons and short stories and scenarios varying anywhere from the Marauders Era to the Next Generation Era of Harry Potter characters. A/N: ALL OF THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO J.K ROWLING
