Date Night: Oh, Shit.

If it were possible for the two men sitting on the Potter's couch to shrink away any more, they would. Even though they had spent most of their time at Hogwarts getting their ears chewed off by teachers, nothing could prepare them for a mother's instructions for first time baby sitters. A first for both parties, actually.

"And if anything, absolutely anything, happens to Harry, I will personally throw you clear to Germany." That would be Lily Evans Potter, first time mother and worrier extraordinaire.

James chuckled from the doorway. "If Moony and Padfoot can handle the Forbidden Forest, I think they can handle Harry for the evening, love."

Lily shook her head. "They'd better," she growled, casting a glare at Sirius and Remus. Sirius gave her what he hoped was a good "I promise not to hurt your baby so please don't kill me" smile. When her glare didn't lessen, he dropped the smile.

"Well," Remus said. "Let's go see the tyke, shall we?"

Lily nodded and lead the way up the stairs to Harry's nursery. The young boy was laying in a red and gold crib, with a little owl mobile over his head. He giggled as Sirius and Remus walked in. "Pa-foo! Moony!" He chortled in delight.

Sirius laughed. "Still haven't gotten it down, eh Harry? Well, we'll figure it out soon enough."

James placed his hand on Lily's shoulder. "We need to go, love."

Lily sighed. "I'm just so dang worried, James. I know Dumbledore said we needed a break, but Harry-"

James interrupted her. "He'll be fine. He has two of the finest wizards watching him. Now, lets go."

A short time later, Remus and Sirius were alone with Harry. They sat awkwardly in the small sofa that was in the nursery, reading over a list of instructions and rules Lily had left behind. "Never expect her to be unprepared." Remus said with a shake of his head.

The two Marauders carefully read over each rule, occasionally getting up to cheak for items listed on the instructions. As promised, a stack of diapers laid inside the drawer of the changing table, along with anything else needed to change Harry's diaper. An odd pie like thing was in the fridge- a "pizza" according to Lily- with baking instructions in neat, large handwriting. Several toys were tucked in out-of-the-way closets. Everything was set.

Until Sirius looked up. "Where's Harry?"