So, this is from a little AU I've been thinking of lately, just a little drabble brought on by a sudden inspiration (yes, I did do what Jamie did- don't judge me!) that I typed up while once again procrastinating my Science assignment.

Anyway, enjoy the randomness!

James Potter would never give up his daughter for anything. Not for a million Galleons, or all the Honeydukes chocolate in the world. He loved her more than anything, and couldn't imagine life without her.

"Hey, Dad!" She said to him one day, approaching him in the garden of their home in Godric's Hollow.

"What's up, Jamie?" He replied, waving his wand and causing the multitude of weeds which had been sneaking up on him over the last few months to uproot themselves and land in a neat pile on the grass.

"I just found the coolest place to hide my wand. Watch!" And to James' horror, she reached down her shirt, right between her breasts (wait, her breasts?) and pulled out her wand with flourish. James wasn't quite sure how he hadn't noticed it before.

"Hmm, that's odd," she said, running her fingers along the smooth wood, "It's warm."

James couldn't speak, his tongue stuck somewhere between horrified and completely disgusted. What had just happened? Why had she done that?

…was she serious?

A sound that resembled air being forced out a balloon escaped from Jamie's mouth, and within seconds she had dissolved into fits of laughter. Taken aback, James could only stare incredulously at his nearly 14 year old daughter.

"You should see your face!" She gasped, doubling over. "That's priceless!" She cried, wiping tears from her eyes. "Sirius was right, you are easy!"

It was several minutes until the teenager straightened up, hiccupping slightly to find James frowning at her as though he was trying to remember something.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

He took about a minute to reply, racking his memory, but coming up with nothing. He looked her right in the eye, a serious expression on his face which wiped the grin from her face, and asked, "Since when do you have breasts?"

The smile returned as fast as it had vanished, along with the laughter. She turned away from him, giggling madly, and headed back towards the house.

"I'm serious!" He called after her, his frustration building when he was answered with an increase in volume of her now uncontrollable laughter.

He watched as the door shut behind her, muffling the sound slightly, before a grin spread over his face.

Yes, James Potter would never give up his daughter for anything. Not for a million Galleons, or all the Honeydukes chocolate in the world. Even though she was completely mad, and impossible, and he didn't understand her one bit, he still loved her more than anything, and couldn't imagine life without her.