Ron groaned. "She's hungry? Will this ever end?"
"Molly did say her next feeding would be in two hours," Harry pointed out.
"Well it feels like it's been about ten," Ron groaned as he bounced Victoire on his leg. "Get the bag, you unhelpful flobberworm."
Harry summoned the bag and rifled through. "I don't see a bottle in here."
"Well look harder," Ron insisted as Victoire's shrieks infiltrated his ears. "For a so-called Chosen One, you're not particularly useful!"
"Oi, I resent that!" Harry called as several toys came flying at Ron and Victoire. Harry then spied the feeding station that was next to Ron and Hermione's dining table. "Aha!"
Harry triumphantly held up the empty bottle. "Found it!"
Ron's face crinkled. "Why's it empty?" Victoire noticed her bottle and her shrieking became quieter.
"'ottle!"
"Yes, Vic, that's your bottle," Ron cooed and turned his attention back to Harry. "Go fill it!"
Harry nodded. "Right okay. This part is easy, yeah? Just fill the bottle with milk."
Harry made his way into the kitchen and eagerly opened the fridge.
"There's no milk here," Harry said slowly. "Ron, why isn't there any milk in your fridge?"
Ron began to panic. "Bloody hell, Hermione!" he cursed. "She didn't go shopping yet. Bloody shagging bollocks!"
Harry held up his hands. "There's no need to panic yet. I'll go out and get some."
Ron visibly relaxed. "Yeah okay. That's fine. You'll go out and get the milk. I'll stay here with Victoire."
Harry nodded. "Right. I'll just go then. Down the street there's a Muggle store, isn't there?"
"Yeah, just take some of Hermione's Muggle money- over there on the counter."
Victoire stared at Harry as he rummaged through the pile of papers on the counter, pulling a face through her whimpers.
"Ron, 'ottle?" she asked as her tiny hands grabbed his earlobe.
"Don't you worry Vic, Uncle Harry is going to get you some milk!" Ron said enthusiastically.
Suddenly, a thought struck Ron. "You're going to get milk."
Harry finally found the small purse full of Muggle money. "Down the street," Harry confirmed.
"And I'm staying here with Victoire."
"Yes, Ron. Want me to write that down and stick it on the fridge for you?"
"I'm going to be here with Victoire, alone."
Harry sighed and adjusted his glasses. "Yes, Ron. Blimey, they let you into the Auror program?"
Ron's voice raised an octave. "But...alone here with Victoire? What if she starts howling again? What if Crookshanks comes back? What if she needs to be changed again?"
"I'll only be gone ten minutes," Harry reasoned. "Less if I could just Apparate."
Ron looked scandalised. "TEN minutes? You might as well be gone for four hours!"
"'ottle!" Victoire interjected.
"Ron, look at Vic. She's hungry. You're her uncle. If Bill found out that you let her go hungry because you're terrified of cleaning up some more poop, he'd be ripping your bollocks off. Your mum too."
Ron nodded. "Yeah, you're right. You're right. Well stop standing around doing nothing you daft git, move your arse and get Vic her milk!"
Harry slapped Ron's arm. "That's the spirit!"
Harry gave a final wave and the door closed softly behind him. Ron stared at the door for a few seconds as Victoire sighed wistfully. "Ry," she lamented.
Ron finally decided that he would be buggered if another person chose Harry's company over his own again.
"Don't you worry about him," Ron crooned. "Uncle Ron is here!"
Victoire seemed overly unimpressed. "Food!"
Ron laughed and held Victoire high above his head. "Flying hippogriffs!" he shouted as Victoire began to gurgle with happiness.
"Rarrr, woo, avoid the Whomping Willow!"
Suddenly, Ron spied a bright pink container poking out of Victoire's bag. He gently pulled Victoire down and after kissing her head, placed her into the feeding station.
"Food?"
Ron crouched down and yanked the pink container out of the bag. A note was attached.
Victoire's dinner. Cast a warming charm.
Ron groaned as he thought of Harry, outside in the snow, looking for milk for their niece.
Victoire began to point. "Food," she repeated, impatiently.
It dawned on Ron that this was clearly Harry's fault for not noticing it the first time.
"Your uncle is a bit of a git," Ron said to Victoire as he cast a warming charm on the container. "He could fight Voldemort well enough with those ruddy glasses, but always seems to miss the smaller things."
Victoire happily clapped as Ron tore the lid off and sniffed the sloppy, green baby food.
"This is disgusting!"
With a grimace, Ron summoned a spoon. "Alright, here comes the hippogriff!"
Victoire laughed as her eyes followed the spoonful of food. As soon as the food reached her mouth however, it clamped shut.
Ron poked the spoon into her mouth. Nothing.
"Come on," Ron urged, trying again.
Still, Victoire's mouth was clamped shut.
"Come onnnnnnnnnn, Victoire."
A minute passed.
"It's time for food, Vic."
"Little Vicky!"
Finally, Victoire grinned and opened her mouth. Ron quickly shoved the food in his mouth and laughed triumphantly.
"This babysitting thing is easy," he boasted to her. "You are such a good baby, yes you are!"
As Ron cooed, Victoire floated the contained of food into her waiting hands.
Ron stared in disbelief. "Did you just...bloody hell Vic! Did you just do your first bit of magic?"
In response, Victoire took out a large handful of her food and flung it straight at her newfound favourite uncle.
"RON!"
The sound of the baby food hitting Ron's face was joined by the sound of the front door slamming.
"Ron, sorry I took so long..."
Harry stopped dead in his tracks and immediately burst out laughing. "Ron, in your hair..."
As Ron glared daggers at the Visionless One, a happy smile appeared on Victoire's face.
"Heads up, Uncle Harry!"
Ron stared as another glob of baby food went flying through the air, landing straight on Harry's glasses.
"Bring up a chair, we're playing Hungry, Hungry Hippogriffs."