You’re currently at James and Regulus’ house, having lunch with them. You’re all sat around the table eating lasagna, which James made, and talking about upcoming plans.

Harry is sat in his high chair, stuffing his small face with food. He looks up at Barty and giggles, his arms and feet happily kicking.

“Bah-ty” The four year old squeals. Barty immediately dissolved into a puddle, smiling while cooing to Harry.