As I said I would I have started rewriting this story. I've decided that I will write some about little Harry before I get directly to the coma part.
Draco: She's a great writer. Don't forget it.
*Raises eyebrow towards Draco * Are you feeling all right pretty boy?
Draco: I'm fine.
Harry: Yeah he is.
Damn it Harry. Why the hell are you here?
Harry: *sits on Draco's lap * Draco invited me.
I shall kill you now Draco.
Draco: I figured you would want me out of your way while you are writing.
Yeah. Just don't go into my room. And don't scare any of the neighbors again.
Draco: But it was fun…
Hell if I care. I don't own anything. Don't sue me, I have to buy my lunch tomorrow. And that's all the cash I got.
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"Go faster Papa," a five-year-old Harry Potter-Black told his papa.
"I am Harry. Don't worry, they won't catch us," Sirius Black-Potter assured him.
Harry turned his head slightly to look behind them, "But they're right there."
"Fine, just hold on," Sirius warned him. Harry gripped onto the broom handle and leaned down as his papa did the same.
"We'll get you 'arry," came a voice from behind them. Harry turned his head a little to see his father, James Potter-Black, and his best friend, Draco Malfoy, steadily gaining up on them.
"Nuh uh, Papa is faster than Daddy any day," Harry exclaimed before turning to face in front of him, "The base, Papa, hurry."
"All right Harry," Sirius sped up once more and he and Harry reached the base ten seconds before Draco and James.
"You cheated," Draco said as James helped him off the broom.
"Nuh uh, Papa is just faster than Daddy," Harry said in his defense, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well my father is faster than both of them," Draco said indigently.
"No he's not. Lucs- Lucas- Lushivettes …your daddy is the Minister of Magic. He's too busy to race," Harry said, his tongue not being able to pronounce the Minister's name.
"At least I can pronounce his name," Draco said.
"So, I still won, so ha," Harry said.
"You…you…you…you elf," Draco said, laughingly.
As Draco was laughing he didn't see Harry run and tackle him to the ground and start tickling him, "Take it back."
"Never," Draco gasped out between bunches of laughter.
"Fine then, I'll never stop tickling," Harry said. He kept tickling Draco.
James and Sirius watched this from across the yard, on the back porch of their house, where they had walked to after the race, "Harry," James yelled to his son, "It's time to come on it."
"Do we have to?' Harry asked, pouting.
"Yeah you do Harry," Sirius said, looking towards the sky, where the full moon was becoming visible, "You know what happens tonight."
Harry looked up at the sky and gasped before jumping off of Draco and running to the porch and into his papa's waiting arms, "I didn't know it was so late."
Draco arrived on the porch a second later and climbed into James' lap, "Do you know when my father with come and pick me up?"
"Don't think he's going to have time today Draco. He has to work late tonight on a field report for some secret stuff," James said, hugging the small boy.
"Why isn't my mother going to pick me up then?"
"Because tonight is her party night. For the new baby remember?" James said looking at his own son.
"Oh, yeah. I remember now. So I get to spend the night here?" Draco asked happily.
"Of course. Unless you want to sleep out with Carrigan?" Carrigan was Harry's silver fox. It was one of the few magical silver foxes in the world. They are destined by the fates for an owner that would need them. And Harry and Carrigan were born at the exact same time, the same date, and, as much as people said it wasn't true, it was written in the stars that they be together for all time. And if separated bad things would happen to both, and the person who separated them.
"Papa, what are we doing tomorrow?" Harry asked Sirius while getting more comfortable.
"Well, I have to go into work, and your daddy-" Harry cut him off.
"Tomorrow is a weekend day. You promised not to go to work on weekend days," Harry looked at him curiously.
"It's really important that I go to work," Sirius stated.
"But you promised," Harry got off his papa's lap and ran inside the house. Draco looked towards Sirius before getting of James' lap and going inside also.
"Maybe I should call in tomorrow," Sirius said, looking towards the door his son just went through.
"You're going to spoil him," James said, moving to lean on Sirius.
"He's our baby boy, what do you expect for me to do?"
"You need to go into work tomorrow. You know that. And we can explain to Harry when you get back why it was so important for you to go into work on a Saturday," James reasoned.
"Okay. Whatever you say James," Sirius leaned down and kissed him before getting off the swing and pull James up also and then walking into the house.
"Harry, Draco, you two need to take a bath before you go to bed tonight. We've been playing outside all day," Sirius said walking into Harry's room where the two boys were talking.
"I want daddy to give me my bath, papa," Harry said crossing his arms over his chest.
"Alright Harry. Get your pajamas, the both of you. I'll go get James," Sirius's heart was breaking as he walked down the stairs into the living room where James was sitting, reading a book, "Harry wants you to give him a bath tonight."
James looked up at Sirius like he was nuts, "Harry always wants you to give him a bath."
Sirius dropped to the couch and sighed loudly, "I know. But I think that he's really hurt because I'm going into work tomorrow."
"Daddy, we're ready," Harry yelled from the top of the stairs.
"I'll be back in a little bit love," James said standing up and kissing Sirius before going upstairs.
Harry and Draco were already in the bathroom when he got there, "Get into the bath, before all the bubble go away." James said after he magically filled the bathtub and put bubbles in there also.
James just sat and watched his son and Draco play in the water, while they were magically cleaned, "Harry," he said getting his son's attention.
"Yes daddy," Harry said, brushing some bubbles off of his face.
"You know that you hurt your papa's feelings by asking me to give you your bath instead of him, don't you?" James asked him.
"Daddy, I didn't mean to hurt papa. It's just that he promised that he wouldn't go into work on weekend days. And tomorrow is a weekend day. And he's going into work. And I don't want him to," Harry said, pouting.
"He will only be going in for about two hours. I bet you will still be asleep when he gets back home," James explained, "Time to get out."
Harry seemed to understand what he was told, and as soon as James had a towel wrapped around him, he ran down the stairs and jumped into his papa's lap, "I'm sorry for being mean papa. And hurting your feelings. I didn't want to hurt your feelings I was just said that you were going to work tomorrow."
"It's okay, baby Prongs. Don't worry about it," Sirius and Harry sat on the couch hugging, until Sirius told Harry to go and get ready for bed.
Draco: She's a great writer. Don't forget it.
*Raises eyebrow towards Draco * Are you feeling all right pretty boy?
Draco: I'm fine.
Harry: Yeah he is.
Damn it Harry. Why the hell are you here?
Harry: *sits on Draco's lap * Draco invited me.
I shall kill you now Draco.
Draco: I figured you would want me out of your way while you are writing.
Yeah. Just don't go into my room. And don't scare any of the neighbors again.
Draco: But it was fun…
Hell if I care. I don't own anything. Don't sue me, I have to buy my lunch tomorrow. And that's all the cash I got.
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"Go faster Papa," a five-year-old Harry Potter-Black told his papa.
"I am Harry. Don't worry, they won't catch us," Sirius Black-Potter assured him.
Harry turned his head slightly to look behind them, "But they're right there."
"Fine, just hold on," Sirius warned him. Harry gripped onto the broom handle and leaned down as his papa did the same.
"We'll get you 'arry," came a voice from behind them. Harry turned his head a little to see his father, James Potter-Black, and his best friend, Draco Malfoy, steadily gaining up on them.
"Nuh uh, Papa is faster than Daddy any day," Harry exclaimed before turning to face in front of him, "The base, Papa, hurry."
"All right Harry," Sirius sped up once more and he and Harry reached the base ten seconds before Draco and James.
"You cheated," Draco said as James helped him off the broom.
"Nuh uh, Papa is just faster than Daddy," Harry said in his defense, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well my father is faster than both of them," Draco said indigently.
"No he's not. Lucs- Lucas- Lushivettes …your daddy is the Minister of Magic. He's too busy to race," Harry said, his tongue not being able to pronounce the Minister's name.
"At least I can pronounce his name," Draco said.
"So, I still won, so ha," Harry said.
"You…you…you…you elf," Draco said, laughingly.
As Draco was laughing he didn't see Harry run and tackle him to the ground and start tickling him, "Take it back."
"Never," Draco gasped out between bunches of laughter.
"Fine then, I'll never stop tickling," Harry said. He kept tickling Draco.
James and Sirius watched this from across the yard, on the back porch of their house, where they had walked to after the race, "Harry," James yelled to his son, "It's time to come on it."
"Do we have to?' Harry asked, pouting.
"Yeah you do Harry," Sirius said, looking towards the sky, where the full moon was becoming visible, "You know what happens tonight."
Harry looked up at the sky and gasped before jumping off of Draco and running to the porch and into his papa's waiting arms, "I didn't know it was so late."
Draco arrived on the porch a second later and climbed into James' lap, "Do you know when my father with come and pick me up?"
"Don't think he's going to have time today Draco. He has to work late tonight on a field report for some secret stuff," James said, hugging the small boy.
"Why isn't my mother going to pick me up then?"
"Because tonight is her party night. For the new baby remember?" James said looking at his own son.
"Oh, yeah. I remember now. So I get to spend the night here?" Draco asked happily.
"Of course. Unless you want to sleep out with Carrigan?" Carrigan was Harry's silver fox. It was one of the few magical silver foxes in the world. They are destined by the fates for an owner that would need them. And Harry and Carrigan were born at the exact same time, the same date, and, as much as people said it wasn't true, it was written in the stars that they be together for all time. And if separated bad things would happen to both, and the person who separated them.
"Papa, what are we doing tomorrow?" Harry asked Sirius while getting more comfortable.
"Well, I have to go into work, and your daddy-" Harry cut him off.
"Tomorrow is a weekend day. You promised not to go to work on weekend days," Harry looked at him curiously.
"It's really important that I go to work," Sirius stated.
"But you promised," Harry got off his papa's lap and ran inside the house. Draco looked towards Sirius before getting of James' lap and going inside also.
"Maybe I should call in tomorrow," Sirius said, looking towards the door his son just went through.
"You're going to spoil him," James said, moving to lean on Sirius.
"He's our baby boy, what do you expect for me to do?"
"You need to go into work tomorrow. You know that. And we can explain to Harry when you get back why it was so important for you to go into work on a Saturday," James reasoned.
"Okay. Whatever you say James," Sirius leaned down and kissed him before getting off the swing and pull James up also and then walking into the house.
"Harry, Draco, you two need to take a bath before you go to bed tonight. We've been playing outside all day," Sirius said walking into Harry's room where the two boys were talking.
"I want daddy to give me my bath, papa," Harry said crossing his arms over his chest.
"Alright Harry. Get your pajamas, the both of you. I'll go get James," Sirius's heart was breaking as he walked down the stairs into the living room where James was sitting, reading a book, "Harry wants you to give him a bath tonight."
James looked up at Sirius like he was nuts, "Harry always wants you to give him a bath."
Sirius dropped to the couch and sighed loudly, "I know. But I think that he's really hurt because I'm going into work tomorrow."
"Daddy, we're ready," Harry yelled from the top of the stairs.
"I'll be back in a little bit love," James said standing up and kissing Sirius before going upstairs.
Harry and Draco were already in the bathroom when he got there, "Get into the bath, before all the bubble go away." James said after he magically filled the bathtub and put bubbles in there also.
James just sat and watched his son and Draco play in the water, while they were magically cleaned, "Harry," he said getting his son's attention.
"Yes daddy," Harry said, brushing some bubbles off of his face.
"You know that you hurt your papa's feelings by asking me to give you your bath instead of him, don't you?" James asked him.
"Daddy, I didn't mean to hurt papa. It's just that he promised that he wouldn't go into work on weekend days. And tomorrow is a weekend day. And he's going into work. And I don't want him to," Harry said, pouting.
"He will only be going in for about two hours. I bet you will still be asleep when he gets back home," James explained, "Time to get out."
Harry seemed to understand what he was told, and as soon as James had a towel wrapped around him, he ran down the stairs and jumped into his papa's lap, "I'm sorry for being mean papa. And hurting your feelings. I didn't want to hurt your feelings I was just said that you were going to work tomorrow."
"It's okay, baby Prongs. Don't worry about it," Sirius and Harry sat on the couch hugging, until Sirius told Harry to go and get ready for bed.