4. Blasting Curse

"Take that Ogre," James bellowed.
"Go on, attack him Nethiri, do it!"
"Disarm him Xaarith!"
"Disarm?" Sirius laughed. "We're well past disarming Prongs. Attack to KILL!" he roared.
Another BOOM! shook the kitchen table as Nethiri had cast some sort of blasting curse. The Ogre's club turned into dust, which puffed up from the midst of the small figurines.

Meanwhile, in the nursery, Harry woke with a start at the blast. He squirmed in Lily's arms, made some babbling sounds, then cried. "Pig-heads," Lily muttered, propping the six-month-old over her shoulder and standing up.
The kitchen door swung open, rebounding from the wall which made James and Sirius look up.
"Oh, hey Lily," Sirius said, sheepily.
"You woke Harry."
At least they looked guilty.
Lily passed Harry over to his Godfather and left. They could deal with the baby they'd woken up.

"Harry, we're going to teach you how to play Wizards of Warcraft. One day you can be our third member."
They introduced the little figurines by name to Harry, and in turn each of the tiny hands waved up at the young child.
Harry giggled, picked up one of the Trolls, and put it in his mouth.