Word Count: 100
Author's Note: I really should finish a translation, but I couldn't resist. I have a doubt: as or like?
Harry and James watched what a moment ago was a beautiful red carpet, but now was just a pile of burning rags.
James turned toward his father, fear edged his smoke-blackened face.
"Mom will kill me"
Harry knelt at his son's height, hoping that his voice didn't betray the fear he felt. If his wife found out that he had allowed James to play with his wand again...
"Don't worry, it'll be our secret"
"Secret like the sweets before dinner or like the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes hidden in his bedroom?"
Said a voice from the front door.