#toddler harry

[heaven4lostgirls]

guys i actually shouldn’t be laughing at this BUT

i was reading a vamp!reg x human!james fic where they adopt vamp!harry right?

and harry’s like a yr old at this point, and james is adjusting to the fact that his baby is a vampire

and harry just- THROWS HIMSELF DOWN THE STAIRS?! 😭😭

bro breaks his neck and james is SOBBING and regulus is like “babe…he’ll heal..give the kid a second” 😭

IM WHEEZING😭😭

[suzyq31]

A little slice of bittersweet

A micro that grew rapidly out of control, whoops! @jilymicro-oops. I've wanted to write a larger piece for ages centered around this type of premise (ie one of them lives). Reading KSFM by @nodirectionhome-ao3 has only cemented this desire. Not sure whenever I'll get to it, or what it may end up looking like, but it was fun to play with this for now. Thanks for the inspiration Cam! I definitely borrowed a bit from your Lily here. Also some inspiration comes from the book Bittersweet which had a really cool chapter about the making of the film Inside Out.

Prompt: Inadequate

 Lily always found it hardest to be with herself when the house fell quiet. Rain fell against the window pane, blurring the reddened trees in their back garden. She rested her forehead against the cool glass, her breath adding to the condensation. She wrapped the throw tighter around herself, shivering from the coldness seeping through the pane, matching her insides. 

It was the same every year, the sudden turn of season that never failed to catch her off guard. A natural reminder that time continued, and that another year had passed in a daze. One that felt simultaneously slow and quick. 

Her eyes closed. Even moving across the country, the memory of Godric’s Hollow haunted her, following her all the way to Brighton. Her last view of it was one of charred ruins. Then there were the other images, the ones that made her wake with a scream caught in her throat night after night.  Tears burned, hot and prickling, and she wiped them away as they came. 

She could picture him now, knew he would encourage her to get up, put a record on and get to it. He’d pull her up with his large hands, saying something ridiculous to break her out of the ruminating she’d always been good at.  When she quieted herself enough, she could almost hear it, the timber of his voice saying her name; how James had always been able to say so much with just those two syllables. 

A creak on the stairs brought her back to the present. She glanced over her shoulder towards the hallway where the staircase was just visible. Between the banister was a small face, a mop of dark hair falling into green eyes that blinked at her sleepily in the faint light.

Despite the ache in her chest, she smiled. “You’re up.”

Harry remained silent but continued his descent. In his hands was the blue crocheted blanket Mary had made him in another lifetime, golden snitches stitched into the edges. His bare feet padded softly on the hardwood until he reached where she was perched on the built in window seat. Without any prompting she reached down and scooped him up, enveloping him in her arms and tucking him amongst the fold of the fuzzy throw blanket. His body was soft and pliable with his leftover sleepiness. Lily breathed in the sweet smell of her son, growing warmer with him there . 

“Did you have a good nap?” she asked against his neck. 

Harry shrugged his small shoulders, burrowing further into her.

Lily stroked his silky dark hair, the exact same texture and look as James’s. Most of the time these reminders were manageable, wonderful even. She was grateful that he’d left a part of himself behind. But at that moment her already tender heart squeezed like a vice in her chest. 

She closed her eyes and willed the tears to stay put.

Eventually Harry pulled back and she opened her eyes to find his combing over her features, hot little hand coming  to her cheek, voice gravelly from sleep. “Are you sad?”

Lily’s breath hitched as she stared into his face. Of course Harry didn’t just look like his father. Even at three he so eerily read her moods—despite how hard she worked to keep the worst of her grief tucked away from him.

Harry’s brow furrowed and Lily released a breath, taking his hand in hers she pressed a kiss to the back of his dimpled fingers. “A little,” she said softly.

His brow furrowed further. “Mummy, you have to be happy.”

Lily stilled, heart skipping at the certainty in his tone. Another trait he shared with James. She brushed the fringe of his wild hair and kissed the soft skin of his forehead.

“I am happy,” she replied. She touched the apple of his cheek, already less full then they’d been a year ago. “Sometimes grown ups feel happy and sad at the same time.”

Harry seemed to think this over. “How?”

“That’s a good question,” she said, her throat tight even as she couldn’t help smiling at Harry’s intense expression, this side of him the one that was more like her. “I don’t really know. I like to think as we get older and our bodies grow…you can hold more feelings inside you at once.”

“Because you get bigger?”

A wet laugh caught in her throat. “Maybe.”

She didn’t have the first clue how to really answer him. How did you explain to someone so young the way that the years built up around you, unexpected and hard won in many cases. That like a muscle, your ability to carry it all grew stronger, mainly because there was little other choice. Grief wasn’t exactly something you set down.

She continued to run her fingers through Harry’s hair, willing herself to think. She had a pile of books on how to talk to children about death and loss. Purchases she’d made out of desperation when Harry had begun speaking in more complex sentences, which had soon turned into questions she felt completely inadequate to answer.

Really, that was the matter of it all. She felt inadequately up for the task of raising Harry without James. Trying to explain to him again and again why his father was gone. That there was a sadness inside her that would never leave. That a piece of them would forever be missing.

Then there was everything else that came along with parenting. The big emotions that often took hold of her young child, the curious questions that were only growing more frequent. James would be a million times better at answering them than her. At all of it. He’d always known what to say and do. He’d always been the light that kept them all going. 

She looked down at the crown of Harry’s head, now resting against her chest. All of James’s light shone through him. For Lily he kept the darkness at bay. She knew this was an unfair burden to place on a child. But it was true. He was the reason she kept going at all. The purpose that made her pry herself from bed each morning. Still, she wanted to do better. 

She pressed her lips to his hairline. “Do you remember when Padfoot brought you a new broom?” Harry tilted his head, eyes meeting hers before he gave a nod. “You were so excited and happy, but then what happened?”

It only took a second for her to read the memory in his eyes. “I fell down,” he murmured, “and my knee got blood on it.”

She remembered that afternoon clearly. The bittersweet feeling of watching Harry fly higher than he had in the past. His small body already so adept and confident. He’d flown in large circles around the forested garden surrounding the tiny cottage that had belonged to Remus’s parents in Wales. The entire time she’d been unable to avoid remembering James encouraging a tinier Harry on his first broom ride. The sheer pride on his face—that would still be on his face if life was fair. 

Not that she wasn’t grateful for Sirius, Remus and Mary, who were there to cheer him on, but James’s absence had been glaring and unshakable. Then Harry had taken a corner too fast, slamming his legs onto some rocks. 

Lily traced the side of his face. “How did that make you feel?” she asked quietly. 

Harry paused, squeezing his well loved blanket. “Sad… and scared.”

“I know sweetheart. You were hurt and that’s normal to feel. Do you remember what happened after though?”

He went still, then his eyes brightened. “We ate ice cream.”

Lily smiled. “Exactly. Uncle Padfoot saw that you were sad, so he cheered you up.” Harry nodded along and she tilted his chin so they were gazing at each other. “Sometimes sadness helps other people see that we need them.”

There was far more complexity to it than that, but she knew this type of conversation would happen over and over throughout her son’s life. She’d already had to explain difficult things to him, swallowing down the pain of Harry slowly forgetting his father outside of pictures and memories shared by her and others. Another cruel part of time passing. Though the memory of a much younger Harry searching repeatedly for James in the months afterwards had been its own agony that she would never want to repeat.

The pain was inevitable, and Lily didn’t have all the answers, but she was determined to do her best. She refused to have Harry be afraid of his feelings. James had been brave with his love. They would be too. 

Harry was quiet and she kissed the top of his head again. “It’s okay to feel sad, it doesn’t mean you won’t be happy too.”

“You’re happy now?” he asked and she smiled through the tears gathering in her eyes.

“I’m very happy to be here with you right now. But I’m also sad because I miss your dad today.” Harry nodded thoughtfully and she continued to run her fingers through his hair. “I also think my heart has grown a lot, so it can hold all of that.  Does that make sense?”

“I think so,” Harry said softly. His small fingers fiddled with the buttons of her blouse. Lily let the rain fill the silence, hoping that she was saying the right things.

When Harry looked back up at her, there was curiosity shining in his eyes. “Mummy?"

"Yes, love?"

A smile tugged at his lips as his hands framed her face. "Do you need ice cream?” 

A hiccupped laugh escaped her and she hugged Harry tightly. All of the happiness and sadness swirling inside her as she felt the weight and feel of him. That the cheeky baby that James had known and loved was still there, even as he continued to grow and learn in leaps and bounds.

“You’re a bit of an ice cream monster,” she said finally, when she relaxed her hold.

He eyed her like he’d suspected her of having gone mad.  “No. I’m just Harry.” 

She taped his nose, smiling as she took in every detail of her sleep rumpled little boy. “Is that so? Alright, Just Harry…should we have a teeny tiny bite of the good stuff?”

His returning smile was all mischief, and right then the familiarity filled her with gladness. She stood up, hoisting Harry onto her hip, the blanket falling away. 

“Let’s get to it then.”

[incorrect-fanfiction-quotes]

Magnus: *steps outside to take a call*

Raphael, to Harry: Why don’t you try a hotdog?

Harry, persistently: Want Daddy.

Raphael: His call will be over soon—Harry? MAGNUS!

Harry, who’s just apparated into Magnus’ arms: *giggles* Daddy!

Magnus: Oh! He can teleport now!

Magnus: Oh fuck, he can teleport now.

[mysharona1987]

[redadidassneakers]

Wolfstar raising Harry

Harry: *watching Remus pour Coca-Cola down the sink* what are you doing?

Remus: I’m using this to dissolve whatever gunk is clogging the drain

Harry: cool, do you think it will dissolve the screwdriver that’s down there?

Remus: the fucking what?

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic april 1 - spring - 1340 words (of domestic bliss with little harry)

Sundays are slow in the Potter household.

One would think James doesn’t like the pace of it, always having to do something usually, always active, moving around or talking, tugging at his loved ones or caressing their skin, but he does. It hasn’t always been this way but with getting older and especially since they’ve become parents James had noticed how his body and mind welcomed the one break in the week to just shut off and recharge.

They’ve fought their way through a cloudy March and with the arrival of April, spring is finally here. 

James loves spring. People always assume it’s summer—and credit to them, because he does—but there’s just something about the rebirth of everything that comes after the long gloomy fall and icey winter period. The birds chirp with their return and in search for a mate, insects buzz lively and everything brightens with colour. 

Like clockwork, Harry appears in the threshold of the master bedroom at around 7 am, deer plushie in a tight grip by the antlers, his dark mob of hair messy as anything. He drowsily rubs the sleep from his eyes, face squished and James sometimes thinks he might die from how adorable their four year old is.

He grabs his glasses, pushes back the sheets and plants a gentle kiss on Regulus’ cheek where he’s still knocked out like the dead and smushed into his pillow.

Harry pads wordlessly into the living room, James hot on his trail. Though while Harry goes in search of a children’s book for James to read to him, James makes a detour to the kitchen. He fills them two bottles with the tea they let out on the counter overnight, preparing one for Regulus as well for when he wakes up. He cuts up some fruit and vegetables and grabs the packets of rice cakes and crackers from the pantry, loading it all on a tray before he sets on to the living room.

Harry is already curled under the big fleece blanket they keep there, grinning when James rounds the corner with their pre-breakfast.

“Morning, dada,” he greets, sweetly.

James’ chest swells. “Morning, pumpkin,” he returns, pressing a kiss into Harry’s hair, setting down the tray. Before he takes his place next to his son he walks over to open the big terrasse glass doors. 

“How’d you sleep?” James asks, plopping down next to Harry who immediately snuggles closer, plushie still in hand.

“Good,” Harry sighs contently and James can’t help himself when he brushes some of his hair back from his forehead and kisses him again. “Can you read to me?”

It’s a hidden object book but James knows what he means. He grins, “’Course, Hazza.”

They do just that for a bit, James describing what’s going on on the pages, creating a story for recurring characters. Skipping back and forth with Harry randomly pointing out another happening of the drawing while he’s munching away on his rice cakes and cucumbers and the occasional grape. 

It’s still mildly cool, especially when a faint breeze picks up, moving the grass outside and swishing inside but Harry’s still wearing long pyjamas and James knows he’ll tell him if he’s too cold. He simply burrows further under the blanket and into his father’s side. James runs hot anyways.

When Harry decides they’re done with books James puts on a nature documentary for them.

They’re teaching about the strength of some rainforest ant species when Regulus shuffles into the room, arms wrapped around himself and eyes nearly closed.

“Morning, Papa,” Harry whispers excitedly, already wiggling out of James’ embrace even though he knows Regulus will join them there in just a moment.

A smile tugs at Regulus’ lips as he blinks his eyes open, dark lashes fluttering agonisingly beautifully and giving way to soft grey. James swears they get a little more blue every time right around his birthday, like Regulus is just another subject to the changes of spring.

“Mornin’,” Regulus sighs happily when he squeezes Harry against his chest, peppering the side of his head with kisses until he pulls away, tugging Regulus along to James.

His eyes are already closed again when Regulus nuzzles into the crook of James’ neck, pressing a kiss there before he gets comfortable.

“Morning, love,” James murmurs, voice thick with adoration, audible even to himself, and he strokes Regulus’ exposed arm softly.

The spell of Sunday is thick in the air, heavy in their bones. 

Harry, usually the most lively child, always animatedly talking about something or the other, giggling, making jokes or doing mischief, is quiet now too. It’s routine, the way he grabs for Regulus’ arm and squeezes between his two dads, waiting for James to absently card his fingers through their hair and send them back to their slumbers.

It doesn’t take longer than five minutes before Harry’s breaths are deepening and it’s marvellous. Magical in the way that Regulus’ presence seems to calm him so much it pulls him back into another nap.

James smiles so wide, looking down at them like that for so long that his cheeks start straining.

He watches a bit more of the documentary, snaps a few obligatory pictures of them on his phone and sends them into their family group chat. Monty sends back a pixelated picture of a zoomed in shot of Effie in the garden, Sirius replies with a shaky snapshot of him running with the dogs and Remus answers with an aesthetically pleasing picture of what seems to be the breakfast he’s preparing for the two of them.

James’ belly growls hungrily at the reminder and when his gaze falls on the lone grape sitting in the bowl on the tray he decides it’s time for breakfast. 

It’s nothing short of artful the way he extracts himself from besides Harry and Regulus without rousing them before he heads for the kitchen.

He grabs flour and sugar, eggs and milk for pancakes, as well as the bacon, bagles and cream cheese. It’s meditative to put together all the ingredients, set the table and assemble syrup and blueberries and chocolate chips. Halfway through James remembers the leftover quinoa in the fridge and between placing patches of batter in a sizzling pan he whips them up a quick salad as well. 

The smell in the kitchen is divine and James has already made acquaintances with the joyful bluetit in the tree by the window by the time Regulus comes into the kitchen with Harry on his hip. He’s babbling now, talking Regulus’ ear off by the looks of it and Regulus hums and nods and gasps at all the right places, looking ridiculously endearing with his curls mussed and an imprint of the couch cushion lining his cheek.

“Morning, champ,” James teases, smacking a loud kiss over the line in Regulus’ cheek.

Regulus growls quietly, grinning despite himself, “You’re lucky I love your cooking so much.”

“Yeah, you’re lucky,” Harry parrots, grinning widely.

James tuts with faux affront, “What kind of sentiments are you teaching our poor child, Regulus. I’ve been standing in this kitchen for hours now. How about a ‘Thank you, daddy’?”

“Thank you, daddy,” they both reply in unison though Regulus’ has a decidedly different tone to it that makes James point the spatula at him in warning.

Regulus just smirks before he leans heavily into James’ side and rips a piece of pancake off of the ones already on a plate, blowing on it before dividing it in half and feeding it to Harry and himself.

James tasks them with setting out glasses of water and orange juice, mugs for tea. On Sundays coffee is banned in the Potter house. Regulus thinks he can wind himself out of his caffeine addiction that way.

When everyone is done and everything is in place they all sit down together, legs tangled under the table, smiling warmly at each other over their plates of delicious food, the spring breeze ruffling their hair and clothes pleasantly as it drifts through the open window.

[w2soneshots]

Toddler -W2S

words: 0.7k+

warnings: none.

summary: you and Harry enjoy a holiday in Dubai with your toddler.

notes: Currently got major baby fever so here's some dad bog content🤭. Enjoy!💓

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y/username: living the dream☀️🌊 @wroetoshaw

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gkbarry_: you look incredible get in my bed

-> y/username: 🛏️🏃‍♀️

faithloisak: enjoy my lovelys🫶🏼

taliamar: cutest family ever!🥹💗

y/nfanpage21: I love this sm

user2104853: the third photo is adorable🩵

Over a year and a half ago me and Harry welcomed our little boy into the world. So far it's been incredible and I've enjoyed every minute of being his mum, even through the tough parts his little smile would make the hardships completely disappear in an instant. Harry is also an amazing dad, it's like he was born for the role. A few months ago Harry surprised me with a week long trip to Dubai, and what is our first holiday as a family of three. I was extremely excited and almost immediately called Faith to get advice on what I should pack for Ollie, which is what we ended up naming him.

We arrived two days ago and are already having the best time. Yesterday we spent all day at the beach then went for a nice dinner, in which Ollie slept in his buggy the entire time. Today we're going to the Dubai aquarium, getting some lunch and going shopping. I woke up to the sound of giggling, I pried myself from Harry's grasp and reached forward to grab the smiling baby from his travel cot. I placed him between me and Harry in the bed then drifted back off to sleep. I woke up an hour later, reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone to see a message from Harry saying he'd gone out to grab some breakfast from downstairs. I got up and took a picture of Ollie surrounded by the white fluffy bed sheets.

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I quickly got dressed while Ollie slept and Harry soon came back with breakfast. When we were all ready we left the hotel to head to the aquarium. We rented a car the first day we arrived, since Ollie has to sit in a car seat plus we'll be spending much less on Ubers. I drove (since Harry despises driving) and we were soon parked outside.

Harry pulled the exited toddler from his seat, and we headed inside. Ollie seemed to be absolutely mesmerised by the sea creatures (especially the 'big scary sharks'). When we'd walked around the entire aquarium we left to go get some lunch since we were all hungry and Ollie was getting quite restless and in desperate need of a nap. We went back to the car to grab the buggy from the boot then walked to one of the nearby restaurants.

We sat down to eat our lunch as Ollie soundly slept. As me and Harry finished up our food Ollie woke up, now full of energy and hungry. We'd ordered him some plain chips so he ate them along with some fresh fruit. Which they seem to have lots of here, probably because of the hot weather.

Then we paid and made our way to Dubai mall, which thankfully has air conditioning. I happily looked through some shops while Harry followed me with the buggy. "Almost done?" Harry asked, very clearly bored. I turned around and shook my head jokingly "almost." I said with a smile. "M- mummy?" Ollie babbled. "Yes baby?" I replied squatting down in front of him. "I wanna go- the pool." He smiled. Harry chuckled and I glanced up at him "ok, let's go." I said and a look of pure excitement spread across his face.

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y/username: my toddlers new fixation: sharks😂🤍

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tobjizzle: looks like so much fun! Hope you're having a great time guys❤️

-> y/username: we are ty uncle jizzle💞

faithloisak: so stinking cute🥺

y/nfanpage21: the mum fits are👌🏼

user50172932: those burgers omfg

When we arrived back at the hotel we got straight into our swimming costumes and headed down to the pool. We found some deck chairs and put our things down, then (after smothering Ollie in suncream) all three of us got into the pool.

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Later... "I'm so lucky." Harry whispered, as we lay in bed and Ollie lightly snored in his cot. I smiled "you're so cute." He pulled me into a sweet kiss "I mean it, I'm so lucky to have you and Ol, I love you both so much." "And we’re so lucky to have you Haz."

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - Trunk

@wolfstarmicrofic October 6, word count 317

“REMUS!!! REMUS, LOOK AT THIS!!!” Sirius yelled at his boyfriend as he scampered around the zoo. Remus sighed indulgently. He’d known Sirius would get over-excited if he took him to the zoo, but he’d promised after all. 

“Moony, Moony, come see, come see!” Harry babbled excitedly at him. He and Sirius had taken the small boy off James and Lily’s hands for the day. They’d accepted the offer immediately, kissed their son and bundled him and his change bag into his godfathers arms. 

Sirius and Harry were looking at an enormous fish, both with their faces pressed as close to the glass as they could get, pulling the same strange puffed cheek, slow opening mouth face, imitating the fish. Remus snapped a picture of the pair. Adorable imps that they were. 

The rest of the walk around the zoo was the same, Remus’s name being shouted excitedly while he trailed after the excitable pair. 

They got to the elephants and Sirius shouted again. 

“Remus!!! Remus, look at its trunk!!! Look, it’s picking up that entire log with its trunk!!!” Sirius bounced up and down with Harry in his arms as they both pointed at the Elephant. Sirius stuck his free arm out and waved it up and down, puffing his cheeks out again and blowing through closed lips to make a ridiculous imitation of the elephant. It had Harry peeling in laughter, his little face wide with joy at his silly Godfather. Remus raised his camera again and snapped another shot for his album. He watched them messing around and couldn’t think of any other way he’d want to spend his Saturday. 

“Hey, you guys hungry? Want to go get a burger?” He asked. Two wide-eyed faces turned to face him. 

“YES!!!” They squealed at him before rushing over, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards the exit. He started laughing uncontrollably. He loved them so much.  

[until-the-house-shakes]

Little harry calling Sirius Paddy and Remus Moony and people thinking ‘oh his parents’, but they aren’t. They’re his god parents and he calls his actual dad James, his other dad Reggie, and his mom Firefly.

[kayessbeebeebeee]

Hey, would you guys do me a favor and recommend your favourite Severitus fic but as found family trope on not bio dad Snape? Complete or Incomplete, it's all fine.

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Separation anxiety

Synopsis: Harry and readers son has always been attached to Harry and always being anxious when he’s not around but one evening the anxiety flies through the roof and Harry’s immediately there to comfort his son. Most things don’t work but Harry has the perfect remedy up his sleeve…

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

Pairings: daddy! Harry x reader

“Ethan go to sleep,” you called up the stairs hearing your five year old son shouting for you. “But mummy!” “Ethan go to sleep.” “Can I tell you something mummy?!” A soft sigh left your lips and you closed your eyes “go to sleep Ethan otherwise I’ll come up there and put bedtime music on instead!” Harry soon called, backing you up and instantly making the boy fall silent. It was always difficult to put him to sleep, especially at 7 pm, he just didn’t like going to sleep, always and constantly making up reasons as to why he can stay awake. But you and your husband Harry have to always be firm with him. It takes its time but it works.

Harry exhaled beside you, running his fingers through his hair before he looked at you “anything we doing tomorrow?” He asked, voice slightly husky from how tired he was his hair a beautiful mess and his green eyes darker than usual yet still filled with nothing but the utmost love. “Don’t think so,” you shook your head slightly before Harry jumped up dropping his phone onto the couch allowing you to get a look at his phone which was on the ring camera showing the delivery driver waiting outside. You had both had hectic days and most definitely didn’t feel like making dinner. Harry quickly rushed to the door pulling the door open and smiling at the man “thank you so much,” he took the food from him, the keys jingling in the door quite loudly sending pure anxiousness through poor little Ethan

“Daddy!!” The boy yelled at the top of his lungs “daddy don’t leave me!” You felt your heart sink into the pit of your stomach, Ethan always had anxiety about you or Harry leaving him… it was horrible.. him believing that you’d up and leave him to fend for himself. No way. It broke your heart that his vivid imagination was capable of creating such venomous thoughts.

Harry quickly dropped the food onto the kitchen counter before running up the stairs hurriedly and rushing into Ethan’s room, finding the boy stood up tears streaming down his cheeks his chest heaving “hey… hey… oh,” Harry’s muscular arms quickly wrapped around the small boy, lifting him up into his embrace, the boy beginning to sob into Harry’s neck fisting his T-shirt in his hands as the child wailed,

“I thought you were going to leave me daddy! I-I thought- I- I would never see you again!” Harry rubbed up and down Ethan’s back slowly and gently rocking him back and forth in his embrace “shhh… I’m still here.. I’m right here… I’m never gonna leave you. I couldn’t leave you. I love you too much.” Harry continued rocking him back and forth in a soothing manner, pressing little kisses to the top of his head the boys crying soon dying down as he became calmer and calmer.

“I love you daddy” he whispered out quietly “I love you too, bud… love you to the moon and back in fact,” he spoke softly chin resting atop of his head “don’t leave me daddy… I scared…” he whispered and Harry hushed him softly “I’m not gonna let you go. Okay? I’m here.” His hand continuously rubbed up and down his back slowly and gently over and over again, his fingertips massaging into the boys spine and Harry heard his sons breathing grow deeper proving he was starting to relax and so that’s when Harry decided to send his son completely into dream land, a peaceful dreamland…

“You want me to sing for you?” He soon asked quietly, receiving a little ‘mm-mm’ in return and he smiled softly before pressing a kiss to his forehead,

“Sweet creature

Had another talk about where it's going wrong

But we're still young

We don't know where we're going

But we know where we belong

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

It's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

Sweet creature

We're running through the garden

Oh, where nothing bothered us

But we're still young

I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

I know, it's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

I know when we started

Just two hearts in one home

It gets harder when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

You'll bring me home”

Soon after those lyrics came to an end Harry continued humming them over and over again until feeling the boy go limp in his embrace and he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before carefully lowering him into his bed, covering him with his blankets and placing a teddy in his embrace “love you buddy. Sleep well.” He paused for a moment or two to make sure he would remain asleep before he silently left the room before hurrying downstairs to where you were, you had already set up dinner and as soon as Harry appeared around the corner you smiled wrapping your arms around him instantly and pressing a kiss to his lips “I guess we know he loves your singing just as much as me hm…” a soft giggle left your lips and Harry smirked pressing a kiss to your forehead “I guess so. But it makes sense… mother like son hm?” He smiled giving you a squeeze “I love you.” He muttered gently “love you too.” You rested your head against his chest listening to his heartbeat, your heart was his and you knew your sons heart was Harry’s too… Harry was not only your comfort person but Ethan’s as well… you both needed him as much as each other… but Harry needed you just as much… he may be your everything but you’re his everything as well.

[callmesel]

I was looking in my Percy Weasley related folder when I came across an old fanatic of Percy holding a kid that I think it was Neville as a toddler and the twins (or more their speech bubble) saying something in Japanese in the background.

I saved that piece of fanart in October of 2022 and I can not find it for my life but I promise is there, somewhere. Anyways, it said something like:

Percy: What did you do know?

Fred: It's not our fault! Neville was supposed to be shorter, no younger! (Idk if this was or no really but that's what i remember)

George: Yeah! Now what do we do? We can take care of him!

Percy: I suppose that I Will be taking care of him until he is back to normal.

I don't really know if this is really how it went but I do know that Fred and George where involved, the kid Percy was holding is Neville and that he had to take care of him.

And them i have started to think of that. What if the golden trio became toddlers and Percy being the Headboy, has to take care of them. And they get all sort of problems because tehy are toddlers and toddlers do a lot of weird stuff discovering the world

And Fred and George makes it even worse because they encourage it and even takes them to their clases and because Percy is a experienced father (parenting his siblings since he was five) it just like in constant alert mood bc they are delicate little kids who always get in the worse trouble ever.

And maybe Mcgonagall helps them too, idk or Madam Pomfrey and gives Percy advice on how to take care of them. OR EVEN SNAPE like he is just keeping an eye on them or telling them to be careful and stuff like that or even the teachers taking turns on watching them so Percy can study, a single mother who works two jobs♪♪

And if you want to throw Oliver into the mix like he looks at Percy holding toddler Harry or Hermione or Ron or whoever it is and thinking to himself that Percy would be a magnificent father for their future kids and Penny it's just in de background like dude you aren't even dating yet-

Idk i think it's just a cute scenario, definitely fu'n to work with, maybe will write it some day.

[heartofspells]

Toddlers & Toilets

"Padfoot?"

"Mhm."

"What are you doing?"

"I am waiting."

He can feel James' unimpressed gaze bearing down on him.

"I can see that, thanks," remarks James wryly. "What, exactly, are you waiting for?"

Sirius swivels his head upwards, providing James with an incredulous look, his shoulders digging into the wall behind him. "You can't be serious," he mutters.

"No, that's you."

Scowling, Sirius turns his attention forward again, settling deeper into his crouch. His legs are beginning to protest, but Sirius is nothing if not tenacious.

"I hate you sometimes," grumbles Sirius, glaring at the opposite wall. "You fill my life with endless misery simply by opening your mouth."

James releases a slight squeak before he says, "If by endless misery you mean heaps of love, absolutely. And last I checked, you liked it when I opened – "

"Don't," shoots Sirius, snapping his eyes back up to glower at James warningly who laughs at him. "You're the worst when you really want to be."

"I am not. Don't say that. You adore me, really," argues James with high humor. Sirius snorts derisively. "You've still not told me what you're waiting for."

"I feel as though that should be obvious."

Keep reading on AO3

[rewritingcanon]

when the potter brothers in the fic talk like:

albus: i make my parents sad so i’m a bad person

james: no!! ur just sick in the brain ☺️

albus: nuh uh

james: yuh huh

[labyrinthprops]

As usual in my symbiotic relationship with UnderscoreIsCool, they have asked me to illustrate Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Teddy for their AU time travel fix it fanfiction.

The story is on AO3, with the name Harry Potter And Oh Shit We Fucked Up. Do go check them out if you’re interested. It’s looking to be a pretty good fic so far.

[redadidassneakers]

Wolfstar raising Harry

Sirius: I’ll have two chocolate chip cookies please

Harry: *who’s playing in his plastic kitchen* that’ll be £10. Or you can get four chocolate chip cookies for £20!

Sirius: that doesn’t sound like a deal to me

Harry: *yelling* NO ONE SAID IT WAS

Sirius: . . . Four chocolate chip cookies would be great

Remus: it’s okay, I payed £50 for a hamburger without the fries

Harry: *shrugging* the dog ate them