“Minerva, have you seen Harry?”

“What?”

“I said HAVE YOU SEEN POTTER?” I shouted.

“You lost him!?”

“I did not lose him! He lost himself!”

“How could you lose a one year old baby?”

“Just help me find him!”

…

I spotted Potter wobbling down the hall with one hand against the wall for support.

“Harry! Where the hell have you been?”

He turned around and upon seeing me, dropped onto his bottom and wailed.

Immediately, I went forward and picked him up. Potter wrapped his arms around my neck and sniffed loudly.

I held him and sighed with relief.