Chapter 3
Sirius arrived back at the house, a sleeping Harry in his arms. He placed Harry in his little-bitty crib. He's so cute!
Sirius supposed that he should begin to clean up the house, but instead he fell upon the sofa with a huff and fell asleep promptly.
Suddenly, the house was on fire! Sirius dashed from the house and stood by the street corner waiting, watching the house burn to ashes. Just as the house collapsed, he remembered something. Oh god, the little mongrel! He thought. Should he run into the house and try to save the baby boy? Well, there wasn't much hope that he was alive. And what would be the point to kill two people in one fire.
But then again, maybe he wasn't dead; he is a magical baby after all. And then there's Lily. What would she say if she found out? Maybe I should just take the chance and die, Sirius thought.
Just then a voice came from behind him. "Oh my god, my house!" Sirius whipped around to see James standing there, bewildered as he watched the sight before his eyes.
"Harry! Where's my baby?" Lily turned to Sirius.
"I…I…" Maybe I can make it into the fire before she catches me.
"You what, Sirius?" Oh god, she's getting angry. Why is she getting angry?
Well, you did murder her son.
I didn't mean to!
You left him in a fire!
I didn't realize the fire would kill him! And my hair was starting to frizz!
'Kay, you tell Lily that explanation and see how it goes over. I'm not stayin' to watch this one.
No! Come back, my subconscious mind! But it was far too late to beg for his mind to come back.
"What did you do to my baby?" Lily screeched.
"I…he…fire…" Sirius mumbled incoherently.
"Pafoo?" Sirius looked over to see a little floating, iridescent Harry. "Why did you murder me, Pafoo? I loved you."
"No!" Sirius screamed as he was woken brutally from his nightmare. He trampled up the stairs, tripping repeatedly. When he got to the top, he sprinted to Harry's room. "Midget!" He screamed.
He didn't think that his exclamation would be bad, but as the slowly waking Harry's face contorted and a scream blew from his lungs, Sirius really regretted the screaming.
"No, no! You're fine, you're fine!" What would Remus do in a moment like this? "Chocolate!" Yes, Remus' solution to all. Why is the bran muffin still screaming? What would Remus say?
"Harry? Want some chocolate?" Sirius asked in a soothing voice.
Harry stopped screaming and sniffled. "Talkalat?" Harry asked, his eyes wide.
"Yeah, yeah, chocolate! It's great! You'll love it!" Note to self: punch James. How could James have never given his son chocolate? What Sirius didn't know was that Harry has had chocolate before.
"Come on!" Sirius scooped up the toddler and bounded down the stairs. Much to his surprise, there was no chocolate in the house. Lily's a girl though! All girls (and Remus) are supposed to need chocolate. Sirius finally found some chocolate in the topmost shelf of the kitchen in the middle of no tables or chairs. Somewhere Harry would never be able to get to.
"Eat" he said to the small boy and stuffed the candy in him mouth.
"Wa-aah!" Harry then went into a mad coughing fit because of the chocolate lodged in his throat. Oh good god, why me! Just take me now! Get rid of the pain!
Suddenly Harry stopped crying and Sirius looked at the small boy. He had this look of pure euphoria on his small face. He had eaten the chocolate…
"Wow…"
"Hey shrimp, you okay?"
"Whee!" the next thing Sirius knew was that the small boy had jumped form his arms and was running around screaming.
"Whee! Look pafoo look what I can do! Catch!" And Harry threw a glass vase at him.
"No! Lily will kill me!" Sirius shrieked in terror as he flinched and threw his arms in front of his face. The vase smashed into his arm and proceeded to smash into smithereens. "Oh god, oh god, oh god…" Sirius chanted quietly to himself. Harry soon ran from the house and out the baby-door that James had built so that Harry could get in and out easier. Sirius went to follow him to the backyard, but suddenly the flames in the fire place burst into life and there was Lily.
"Hello Sirius!" Said the face of Lily in the fire.
"Lily!" Sirius screamed.
"Hi Sirius. I just wanted to say that we'll be home in a few minutes, so whatever you broke, fix it." How could she assume that I'd… Well…
"The house is in perfect condition!" Sirius lied as he moved the broken vase under the couch with his foot.
"That's fantastic! Is Harry asleep?"
"Er… No, he just woke up, actually!"
"Oh, could I see him?"
"Er… He just fell back asleep!" Sirius exclaimed.
Lily gave him that 'Lily look' where her eyebrows raise and she just knows something is wrong. "Are you sure everything's okay?" She asked again.
"Yup! The house is fine!"
"And my baby?"
"He's fantastic…" Just then a crash came from the next room.
"What was that?" Lily sounded concerned.
"The cat!" Sirius screeched as he fled from the room.
"Er… I'll see you in five minutes. Or sooner…" Lily added with a look of immense concern on her face as her face disappeared from the fire.
Sirius was in the next room by now and he groaned in despair. "Oh, you little… little… ugh! No words can describe you right now.
"Harry good! Harry good!" Harry clapped his hands.
"Yes, Harry's good. But you need to sit on the couch and be quiet or else you'll never get to see padfoot again."
"No pafoo?"
"No, no pafoo." Sirius said, thinking of Lily.
"Okay, Pafoo." Harry sat on the couch and Sirius was left to the mess that the toddler had made. Every picture was smashed and on the floor. There was pudding everywhere. Where the hell did he get pudding? Ooh! Is that tapioca? Yum… Suddenly Sirius had a vision; a vision of someone with red hair being very angry.
"Okay, okay." Sirius said to himself as he went around the room and picked up every broken object that he could find and threw it into a random closet. Little did he know it was the baby closet.
When he had finally gotten to the living room, Harry was not sitting quietly on the couch. Harry was not in the room at all. "Oh shit! Not again… not now!" The front door opened.
"Sirius?" That was Lily. Oh god!
"Coming!" He yelled.
"Hello Lily! James! How was your evening?"
"Awful. James reserved us a restaurant and apparently James looks gay because the waiter was hitting on him all night."
"Sorry," James said, looking to his feet.
"How did things go here?" Lily asked.
"Great!" Sirius voice shot up at least two octaves.
"Where's Harry?" James asked suddenly, reading the expression of terror on Sirius' face.
"Is he still asleep?" Lily asked.
"Er… not quite. Well, not at all, actually. He just kinda… well… and he… disappeared." Sirius was prepared for the worst.
"Oh! Is he playing hide and seek again? He loves that game lately!" Lily exclaimed, much to Sirius' delight.
"Oh! That must be it! Yes!"
"He loves to hide in the baby closet. He's just so adorable." Lily smiled and walked towards a closet. But not just any closet, the closet Sirius had shoved all of the broken objects in.
"Lily! I don't think he's in there!" Sirius tried to say.
"Trust me, Sirius." Lily was smiling. Not for long, Sirius thought.
She extended her hand and grasped the door handle. Sirius closed his eyes and waited as the resounding crash echoed in his mind and Lily's shriek filled his ears. He opened his eyes slowly. James looked horrorstricken. Lily was getting redder by the second. And then there was Harry, sitting atop a large pile of junk, watching his mother.
"Fucking moron!" He yelled smiling as he pointed a finger straight at Sirius.
"Sirius… Black." Lily turned on the man, but Sirius was running out the door and down the street at top speed. He was about to apparate, but soon realized his wand was left at their house. Somewhere. Where, he had absolutely no clue.
"Sirius!" Lily screamed through the front door with James restraining her.
So that's story number one. Good news though, there's a sequel to be out! So put this penname on your alerts list and maybe we'll update again sometime this weekend. Why would Lily let Sirius baby-sit again? You may be asking that very question, and we have an answer! Read the sequel and you'll have the answer too! Review, us.