Pure fluff. Based on a real story of my older brother Josh. I just had to post it and embarrass him. Aren't I evil?

James and Lily smiled down at their young son, Harry, with smiles on their faces. The one year old smiled back, his chubby little hands clapping down onto the floor in delight.

However, as well as their smiles, Lily had a determined look in her eyes. Today, she had decided, Harry would speak his first words, and she'd be damned if it would be anything Sirius had taught him when he animagus baby sat.

"Say Mummy, say Mummy. Come on Harry, say Mummy!"

The baby looked at her, his green eyes sparkling, but his mouth stayed firmly shut. James grinned at his son's behaviour. Sometimes Harry reminded him of a younger version of himself.

"Come on Lils, he's a baby." He wrapped his arms around her. "Why don't you get some tea and I'll try with him." The red head smiled and left the room, but glancing back at her husband and son, worriedly. She did trust her husband, honestly. Just not all of the time.

She put the kettle on and thought back to when Harry had been born. She had used many rather insulting phrases directed at James many involving the words "Stapler" and "Down There." James never left her side though, and they never regretted having Harry. He was too perfect. If only he would say Mummy! Pouring the drinks she went back into the room.

"Say..." James trailed off when he saw his wife. "Hi Lils. I think Harry has something to say to you now." She grinned and looked at her son. Both men had a mischievous look in their eyes. "Okay then. Say mummy Harry."

The boy looked at his mother and giggled. "M-m-m" James nodded encouragingly "M-m-mu" Lilly grinned in anticipation and Harry spoke the word his father had taught him.

"M-M- Marmite."

This really was Josh's first word. Mum was not pleased. By the way marmite is a sort of jam in England that people either find really nice or really horrible. It can't be in between. And it's not a marmite, it is just marmite.