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It was 9'o'clock Saturday evening. Lily had gone to see a movie with some old Hogwarts friends, and this left James alone with Harry for the night. James found himself in a nasty predicament indeed. He had been trying, without success, to put Harry to sleep for the last hour. He had tried holding Harry (Harry just smiled at him), rocking Harry (Harry still just smiled), he had even tried singing to Harry (Harry had laughed at this one). James stood and stared at Harry, who was sitting on the couch. James noticed as he ran his finger through his untidy black hair so similar to his son's, how obstinate-ly happy, and stubborn his shockingly green eyes were, so similar to his mother.

"Ah ha," James cried as inspiration struck, "I'll write to Dumbledore!" He hastily scribbled a note,

Dear Dumbledore,

Got any advice on putting Harry to sleep? Harry doesn't seem to want to coperate…what should I do? Write back immediately…

James

attached it to his fastest owl, and sent the note off. He sat down beside Harry. "Well, all we have to do now is wait." James swore he saw Harry raise his eyebrows expectantly. "Well, what do you want to do? I suppose you're too young for wizard chess? Yeah, thought so…I know! I'll tell you a story." James situated Harry on one knee. "I'll tell you how I met your mother…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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