[HP] The Order of the Phoenix Family

Lily was out in the yard for some fresh air, and good husband James clanked off his abhorred dish-washing and walked into the nursery shaking his hands, looking abused.

Then he stopped.

"Hey, Padfoot," he said, over the typical happy gurgling of small babies, "are you showing my baby son your boobs?"

Harry straightened his neck and poked his head halfway to greet his father. James vaguely saw something in his son's hand, but before he could smile back with the sunniest Jaime card, Harry retracted again. into the arms of the godfather.Brat.

"If you want to pretend you're smart, it's far more effective not to talk than to talk." Sirius stood in front of the crib with his back turned to him, and as far as James knew there were no bright-eyed girls around, he must have been out of shape. He rolled his eyes wildly.

"Then why don't you turn around and let me see what you're doing?" he asked, leaning closer, "You're holding Harry with your shirt half down and the only other possibility I can think of is breastfeeding , but you don’t seem to have that function.”

"I don't really need someone to keep telling me how much I miss his wife's asshole," Sirius said snarkyly, patting Harry lightly to show it wasn't directed at him.Miraculously, Harry always seemed to understand what the godfather meant.

And then James saw—in the cautious (and half-fruitful) arms of his buddy, his son was intently holding a red crayon, coloring in the circled cross above Sirius' right pectoral muscle.Sirius' shirt was missing two buttons and the thread was hanging, no doubt Harry's.At the same time, the fork pattern in the center of his breastbone was obviously regarded as some kind of goblet, and the blue water overflowed in waves, affecting several surrounding tattoos and the remaining shirt on his chest.Harry wasn't as enthusiastic about purple as blue, and only used it to paint a few stripes of color on Sirius' neck.

"Whoa, my son's an artist," James said, and burst out laughing, searching the room for cameras.

Harry didn't know why, but he followed his father's smile and clapped with two chubby little hands.Next to his little head is a freshly painted job, the color patch is at least twice the size of the circle, and it has also spread to Sirius' shirt.The red pen turned somersaults near his stomach, rubbed Siri's front and fell to the ground, leaving a long streak. This thing was completely destroyed today.

"It's more like a saboteur without taste." Sirius took out a green one from a crumbling box of crayons on the edge of the cradle and handed it to the baby, rolling his eyes at the camera, "Like father, like son."

James clicked the shutter several times, and Harry was adding something that might be leaves around the red lump, maybe it had something to do with the flower garden downstairs, so those purple strips were probably lavender.

"Don't teach Harry badly! I don't want to see him rolling his eyes for six hours a day for the next six hours, and Lily will ban you from coming."

"Listen, the person who said that just yelled something 'RU head' as soon as he got near Harry." Sirius ignored his protest, and turned another one, "This kid just pulled my first button off, Bite off the second one, then set my sights on my tattoo while I was busy digging it out of his mouth."

James was about to reply when Harry was done, gleefully throwing the crayon at his father.James caught it with the agility of a Quidditch captain, and then it slipped through his fingers, the pen scraping against the fabric and adding to the laundry list.

Because Harry was yelling with his crisp voice: "Rutou!"

"You come to explain to Lily how he learned this word." The colorful Sirius said first, "I remembered that the Order of the Phoenix had something to do today, so I won't be attending the afternoon tea."

Meanwhile Harry kept showing off the words he had just mastered.