The Colour Blue
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[A/N at the end]
The cottage was eerily still as Sirius sipped on his tea. The only sounds that could be heard were some occasional footsteps outside and him drinking his Earl Grey. Something wasn't right and the hairs on his forearms stood at attention as he set his teacup down, having heard a clatter upstairs.
This was exactly what Lily and James had warned him about; he scolded himself for not being more vigilant. Swift and quiet as a ninja, Sirius tiptoed upstairs in his socks – taking great care to dodge the creaky steps.
Wand aloft, he surveyed the hallway and noticed that everything was where it should be. Satisfied, he snuck towards a door that was slightly ajar, and framed in light from the other side. There was a high pitched scream and Sirius held his breath as he put his hand on the doorknob.
With a final breath of anticipation, he snuck his head around the door.
Everything about the image that greeted him was enough to make a grown man scream. But he was more macho than that and he'd rather be caught dead than screaming like a baby.
"Oh no…" he groaned as he pocketed his wand in his sweater and knelt on the carpeted floor. "Why are your hands blue?"
The chubby emerald eyed toddler squealed and clapped his sticky blue hands together before Sirius could pry them apart. He glanced around the room properly and knew that Lily and James would never trust him to take care of Harry if he didn't fix this mess. It was a total warzone.
Somehow the little tyke had unravelled his baby blue wool blanket, crushed his wooden train, and cut the ties on his quidditch themed mobile. Tiny snitches, broomsticks, and quaffles were littered all over his playpen and Sirius noticed an open jar of ink staining the carpet.
I guess that explains why his hands are blue, he assumed. Little handprints were scattered all over the toys, furniture, and the bars of the playpen.
Harry's reached eagerly for the inkpot and Sirius dived at the squirming baby before any more damage could be done.
Who knew that babies could be so...destructive?!
The little blighter fussed and squirmed in Sirius' arms and, not for the first time that day, was he tempted to cast a sleeping charm on Harry.
"You know, Harry, it's a good thing I'm your godfather," Sirius gushed as he stood up and rocked his godson in his arms. "If Uncle Wormy was here, you'd be getting a slap on the wrist." Harry gurgled and Sirius smiled and ducked as he reached for his hair.
Godson or not, nobody touches my mane, he thought.
Grabbing Harry's baby sling and shrugging it on, Sirius – with great difficulty – squeezed him into the harness and pulled his wand out. Tying his hair up, he rolled his sleeves and huffed triumphantly.
Now all that was left was to clean this mess up...but where should he begin?
Author's Note
Thank you to Tart, 2D, and Alixx for the beta reads!
Word Count: 500
Written for the Houses Competition
House: Ravenclaw
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [Speech] "Why are your hands blue?"
Written for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)
Assignment # 8
Subject: Notable Witches and Wizards
Task: 1, Write about an event with an unexpected outcome
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