At breakfast, Potter sits on my lap as usual and nibbles on his banana. I am relaxed and eat my own meal by maneuvering around his large head.

The brat was a great distraction, for Hogwarts had never housed a baby before. When I carry Potter down the hall he would wave to passing students and they would 'aww' and wave back.

But at last, the novelty mini-Potter is wearing off. Even Potter's friends, Granger and Weasley have stopped watching my every move for signs that I mistreat him.

I should have known better than to let my guard down.