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"Harry! Oh, Merlin... Lily, thank god, grab him, will you?" Though the question that fell from James Potter's lips came a moment too late, his son of 4 months, Harry Potter, had sliced through the air close to his mother and James's spouse, Lily Potter. Her celidon eyes widened slightly as she made a hopeless snatch for her son, on his toy broomstick. He'd obviously found the intention of the toy wasn't to hover a bit above the floor, but was to fly. And Harry wanted to fly, fast. Very fast. "Just like his father," The ginger woman sighed to herself, her son now going so fast he was nothing but a blur of pastels and baby coos. James had to

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"HE'S DEAD!"A short, plump man screeched, scampering around the long corridors."HE'S DEAD HE'S DEAD!"He repeats, bouncing and clapping his tiny hands. YOU~KNOW~WHO IS REALLY DEAD?!"Someone called from what seemed to be a classroom."YES! YES! HE'S DEAD! GONE FOREVER! JAMES POTTER'S SON KILLED HIM!"He hollered in return, his short red hair ruffled and his eyes glimmering with adrenaline and joy. A hesitation of response caused Flitwick to frown.Suddenly, a cheer errupted from every classroom in the hallway.Flitwick felt a broad grin mask his wrinkled face.He pushed his glasses farther up onto his nose and continued to run through the corridors