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His Boy
Chapter Forty-Five: Tears
"Oh Harry, I'm so proud of you!" Sirius beamed as he helped Harry straighten the little red graduation cap he wore on his head. The school year had finally come to a close and today the preschoolers were officially graduating from being preschoolers and becoming bigger school children even though the kindergarten classroom was in the same building as the preschool. It wasn't custom in most places for the children to have a graduation ceremony just leaving pre-school, but rather, one of the town. It was a celebration of milestones met, of children officially no longer being considered babies in the community. The kids had spent the day before making their own graduation caps out of their favorite colored construction paper which they had colored or then added stickers to. The brim of each had the child's name on it and the top had a tassel made out of red and black, the school's colors. The children were all dressed in their best clothes, no uniform needed today. The boys all wore dress shirts and pants, some even had ties while the girls all wore pretty dresses.
Harry beamed with pride. The parents were ushered outside onto the playground where chairs had been set up for them on open grass space. Sirius, holding a large video camera, sat with Remus and Lexie, all three of them very pleased. Remus had the younger day care children sitting on the grass in front of them in the front row, each of them holding a thick round ring with a string twined round it, connecting their ring to the next kid in line. The babies who were too small to walk the five minutes to the school were sitting in the large wagon beside Diane's chair.
The preschool class filed out of the building onto the playground in a single file line by last name, just as they had practiced the day before with their teachers. They filled three rows of tiny chairs set out for them facing the parents. Harry was in the second row, more towards the end. He waved, looking excited. This was a big deal for any kid, graduating preschool.
Miss Nancy came out and stood off to the side of the children, smiling. "Thank you all for coming to our graduation ceremony! To begin, the children would like to sing you their favorite song that they learned this year. One… two… three."
Harry opened his mouth, singing along with his classmates, his little hands forming seeds, trees, branches, and birds. They sang about how a tree grew from a seed and how a bird came from an egg that sat in a next in that tree, thus explaining how one thing helped another even if you never really thought about it. Harry quite enjoyed the part about the tree springing up from the ground from an itty bitty seed.
Once the song was done, all of the relatives watching clapped wildly like they were at the world's best concert ever. Bright smiles appeared on children's faces. It was so good to know you were appreciated and loved.
"And now, we shall begin handing out our diplomas." Miss Nancy announced, walking over to the small desk that had been brought out into the playground. She had a container full of rolled up pieces of paper tied with ribbon, initials of each child upon the ribbon so the order wouldn't get mixed up. One of the other teachers helped her, sorting and handing her the correct 'diploma'.
When a child's name was called, he or she rose and walked forward. They received a hug and a handshake from each of their teachers, as well as their diploma and a rose. When it came Harry's turn to go, he stood proudly and walked the short distance to his teachers, a big smile on his face.
"Whoooo! Go Harry!" Sirius cheered, taping him on the camera, smiling just as widely. He was so very proud of his boy. There would only be two more graduations in this little boy's life, one from primary school, and one from Hogwarts when he finished his seventh year. But for now, he was still just a little boy, not yet five, but ready to take on what the world gave him so long as he had a loving family behind him.
After all of the children had received their diplomas and rose, they were allowed to toss their hats into the air (to be collected right after or by one of the teacher who would be sure to get it back to them). Harry's hat flew through the air amid a rainbow of colors while the parents and grand parents and care givers cheered.
Harry ran to Sirius once he had grabbed up his red hat and replaced it on his head. Sirius was ready, his arms catching the little boy and swinging him up into the air laughing. Harry beamed, his hat flying off into Lexie's lap as he was spun about until Sirius grew too dizzy and slowed down to just hold him.
"Look at you big boy! Preschool is all over and done with, just like that. Remember how you were scared to go the first day? And now here you are, all set and ready to start kindergarten next September. I am so proud of you."
"Thanks, Paddy." Harry beamed brightly, so very pleased with himself and glad that his adopted dad was happy too. "Would my Mummy and Daddy be proud of me too?"
"Harry, I bet you right now, your Mum and Dad are looking down on you from heaven and thinking what a wonderful, smart, big boy you are and feeling very, very proud of you indeed." Sirius nodded, kissing the little boy's temple.
"Oh good!" Harry laughed and tilted his face back, leaning back in Sirius's arms and looking up towards the blue sky, a smile so big all of his little white teeth showed. "I finished preschool Mummy! I finished preschool Daddy! I did it! I'm a big boy and a smart boy and a wonderful boy!"
"And the best big brother!" Lexie added, rising from her chair.
"And the best big brother!" Harry shouted to the heavens. "Hey Paddy! That cloud looks like deer!"
Sirius turned his head and glanced upwards to where Harry was pointing. The sky had been pretty cloudless all day, but now there was a fluffy cloud sitting right up above the playground. And wouldn't you know it, Harry was right. The cloud was very distinctly shaped like a stag and a doe.
"You know, Prongslet, I think your parents heard you."
…...
"Birdy birdy birdy birdy birdy." Harry sang, his eyes aglow as he made the big sparrow dance about in front of the special see-through bed Rozilynn was in. It had been explained to him that the bird could not actually go into the bed with the baby since it was so big, but that it wouldn't hurt to play with the bird with her, or rather, bounce it nearby while singing as Lexie had suggested. Rozzie's head turned in the direction of Harry's voice, her eyes only slightly open. They were currently a shade of newborn baby blue, but was bound to change as she grew, or so said the Healers. Lexie had brown eyes as had both of her parents. Sirius, however, had silvery grey eyes that matched his father's and his mother had had blue eyes. So, Rozzie's eyes would either take after Sirius's mother and stay blue, or, more likely, darken to brown or grey. "Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp!"
"Hey, Harry, I think she remembers your voice." Sirius grinned. He sat in a nearby chair in the Early Infants Observation Ward. It was like the Muggle NICU, only with magic. "See how she turns her head towards you?"
"Yeah?" Harry nodded, his eyes wide. His sister knew who he was!
"She's saying 'I know that sound.', probably because you talked to her quite a bit when she was still inside Lexie. She could hear you in there. She turns her head towards the voices she's used to hearing." Sirius explained, reaching out and placing a gentle hand on top of Harry's head. He was so glad Rozzie could have visitors again. The past month had been hell, waiting for her to get better, and then watching her get sick again. If it weren't for that, she'd be home by now. But that was what happened when your body was so small… underdeveloped for the world it had been thrust into too soon.
But this week, the fifth week of Rozzie's life was going well so far. She had fought off the respiratory illness, though she still needed a little help breathing and feeding. They had started giving her little bits of Muma-milk, as Harry had taken to calling it. He found it quite astounding that Lexie could make milk now for Rozzie just like the cows he had seen at the farm. Rozzie couldn't drink it yet without help though, so she was fed little bits of it at a time in conjunction with still having what the Healers called a BP attached to her hand. A Blood Potion, or IV in the Muggle world, was specially designed to get a person the things they needed in their system when they couldn't eat.
"Alright, it's about time we gave those little peepers a test." Healer Boot smiled, entering the room. She had been taking good care of Rozilynn for her stay here so far and Sirius was grateful to have an experienced Healer looking after his daughter's medical needs. "She's finally hit her thirty-two week gestational age, so we should be able to see some good reaction in her eyes now."
"Yay!" Harry laughed happily, moving to sit out of the way on the chair Sirius had been on. There were several other babies in the room with at least one parent sitting with them, but they did not seem annoyed by the little boy. In fact, they were very kind when Sirius had introduced him that morning and now smiles played at their lips. Joy was a good thing to see in a place like this… the little things counted.
Lexie was asleep in a rocking chair nearby Rozilynn's bassinet, a blanket thrown over her. It was very rare for her to even leave the room, unable to bring herself to be gone from her daughter for more than the time it took to go to the bathroom or get some food. Sirius normally brought her something to eat though, but he had to leave occasionally, Harry needed to at least have him for the evening hours. Harry was taking this like a trooper, knowing that his Paddy would always be there for dinner and to give him his bath and help tuck him in every night. It was similar to when he worked anyway, though, he was currently on paternity leave and spent his days at the hospital.
"Muma-Lexie, the lady's gonna see Rozilynn's eyes." Harry tugged at her sleeve and Lexie startled slightly awake. She looked down at him and smiled, reaching out her arms and pulling him into her lap and burying her face against his hair. She did not like being away from him so much, so it was always very nice when he was there and the time was typically spent holding him. He was, after all, her child too. It didn't matter that she had no legal hold of him yet, not until she and Sirius were officially married. She loved him and treated him like he was hers and that was what counted.
Healer Boot dimmed the lights in Rozzie's section of the room to make it more likely that she would open her eyes since she was not actually asleep at the moment. But after a couple of minutes she continued to keep her eyes only very slightly open.
Healer Boot pulled a small light from her pocket and shone it straight into Rozilynn's face. Rozzie remained still, not trying to pull away from the light at all, which, when most people had any light shone directly into their eyes, they would close them or turn their head away to escape the brightness. Healer Boot frowned and dug deep into her pocket. She pulled out a bright red cloth and moved it back and forth slowly in front of Rozilynn, watching her eyes very carefully. She kept trying and then attempted the light again before placing it away and looking up, rather somberly, to Sirius and Lexie.
"She's not reacting to visuals, which, unfortunately, at her age, we should be seeing at least a reaction to the light or training her eyes after the cloth." Healer Boot sighed and pulled out her wand. She gently set the tip of it against Rozzie's temple. After three minutes, she heaved a sad sounding sigh and shook her head. "She's not seeing anything at all. Unfortunately, it's safe to say that Rozilynn is probably blind."
Lexie's hands shot to cover her mouth and Sirius covered his face with his hands, falling into a crouch. Harry looked at them both in confusion, not quite understanding what was going on. Was something wrong with his sister?
"However…" Sirius looked up, rising to his feet and looking hopeful as Healer Boot spoke again. "Depending upon the cause of blindness, it may be possible to fix. There are certain eye problems even magic can't cure and those are typically the ones that require glasses. Firstly, it has to be caught early, which we've done. Because most magical eye corrections need to take place between the ages of one and a half and two and a half. At that point, the child is big enough to receive the potion required without worry of too many harsh side affects. However, if the eyes are allowed to developed over the age of two and a half years, give or take a few months, it becomes more and more difficult for the potion to correct since it only works on very young eyes. So once we determine the cause of your daughter's blindness, we may be able to start her on the potion when she hits the correct age, which in this case will be one year and eight and a half months, since technically speaking that will be her real one and a half year mark."
"What if it can't be corrected?" Lexie asked after a few moments, her face full of both fear and hope at the same time. She knew that if her daughter was incurably blind, then she would love her all the same and do the best she could for her… so long as she knew what that was.
"Well, people can thrive being blind, though there are some delays developmentally due to not being able to see what's going on around them. She would learn through showing her what you're doing physically, rather than a seeing child who can watch what you're doing. It would also require a good bit of sound and help to get her to start crawling or walking, and she might not respond the way a seeing child would. You see how she's gone completely still while we're talking? She's listening and doesn't want to miss a single word, even though she can't understand it yet." Healer Boot smiled, reaching out a hand and resting it down on Rozzie's stomach gently. "Her ears work just fine."
"Well, so long as she's healthy. Even if she stays blind all her life, as long as she's healthy and alive and happy…" Sirius smiled, reaching out and tickling one of Rozzie's hands until it opened and closed around his finger. "Right Harry? Healthy, alive, and happy?"
"Yeah." Harry nodded with a smile, knowing that his Padfoot felt a bit better now than he had a few minutes ago. Sirius reached out a hand and took Harry's in his as well, smiling.
"My son and my daughter. And to think less than a year ago I was still stuck in Azkaban." Sirius let out a laugh, his head thrown back as his being filled with joy. "And now I've got the most wonderful son, the most beautiful girl, and the most precious daughter. I am so lucky."
"You're lucky?" Harry asked, slipping off of Lexie's lap and still holding onto Sirius's hand. Sirius let go and lifted him up onto his hip with one arm. He smiled at him.
"The very luckiest."
…...
Harry was very excited when he woke up at the end of his first week of the summer holidays. Sirius and Lexie were bringing his baby home today! Rozzie had been deemed fit to leave the hospital as of yesterday. She had gone a full five days without getting sick and was positively thriving now. She had been taken off of the Blood Potion and was able to breathe on her own properly. She still had a bit of trouble nursing, but was getting better. Lexie was also bringing home a couple of bags of Blood Potion in case she relapsed. She was a fully trained Healer after all and would be able to stick her own daughter with a needle if she had to.
After getting dressed, Harry danced about his bedroom with his stuffed lion before heading downstairs with it and climbing into his usual seat at the kitchen table. Remus had already made him up some toast, simple, but Harry didn't care. He liked toast. "Moony, can I ride my broom today?"
"Sure, Harry." Remus nodded, ruffling his hair. 'Is Lion going with you?"
"Yeah. He told me he wanted to. He likes flying too." Harry nodded, propping Lion up against the jug of orange juice so that he wasn't just laying there on the table. He smiled, pretending to feed his toy bits of toast. The lion was in much more raggedy shape than he'd been nearly a year ago when Harry had first chosen him at the toy shop. His fur was flatter than it had been, his mane frizzy and wildly messy, and he had a jam stain on one paw. Oh but how Harry loved him best still. He loved all of his toys, but Lion was his absolute favorite.
"When are Paddy and Muma-Lexie bringing my baby?" Harry asked after he'd finished one slice of toast. Remus pondered for a moment.
"Well, they should be here around lunch time. So you have plenty of time to play this morning before they come."
"Okay." Harry grinned brightly, scarfed down the rest of his toast, grabbed his lion, and bolted upstairs. He went to his playroom and grabbed his toy broom.. Then he went to his room and grabbed a belt which he used to pin Lion to his chest. There, now he would be safe from falling off of the broom!
Harry raced back downstairs and out the back kitchen door before Remus could even shout for him to be careful. The man chuckled, peeking out the window at the little boy who had already mounted his broom. Harry was so much like James when he had that broom in his little hands it was uncanny. It was rather remarkable, the traits people got from their parents. Harry looked every bit like James but in so many ways his personality was so much more like Lily that sometimes Remus would find himself looking Harry in the eyes and seeing his mother's freckled face. Oh how he missed his friends, but at least they had Harry now. That little boy was the brightest light in an otherwise dark world for Remus and Sirius and Lexie.
Harry soared around the back yard, trying to get his broom to go higher, though it was set so it would never go higher than his toes could skim the grass. The wind whipped at his hair and he didn't even notice when Lexie came out onto the back patio to watch him, her arms folded across her chest. She gave him a few more minutes, loving the way his face lit up with joy as he circled the backyard, racing leaves or trying to turn himself around really fast.
"Harry! It's lunch time." Lexie called and Harry blinked, spinning around on his broom with such ease it was if he had been born knowing how to fly. A trait that most Potters possessed, Lexie could remember her mother saying years and years ago.
"Muma-Lexie!" Harry laughed, shooting across the yard and letting his feet hit the ground so that he dismounted his broom by dropping it and running forward, his arms out. He hugged Lexie and she scooped him up, kissing his cheeks.
"Hello, sweetheart. You look like you've had quite the morning."
"I've been flying since breakfast!" Harry announced proudly, grinning up at her toothily. She laughed and carried him inside to the cool kitchen, out of the heat of the day. It was hot out, but with the wind whipping around him, Harry hadn't noticed the heat. He'd been having way too much fun. His cheeks were pink from exhilaration and sun, Remus having forgotten to remind him to put on his hat or to get sunscreen on him.
"Is my baby here?" Harry asked as soon as Lexie had set him down. She nodded and Harry bolted from the kitchen to the living room where he found Sirius holding Rozzie, rocking her in the rocking chair they had placed next to the armchair. Harry beamed, walking over and reaching out a hand before looking up at Sirius. He hadn't been allowed to touch Rozzie very much at the hospital.
"It's fine, Harry. You can touch her all you like." Sirius laughed and Harry smiled, his hand finding Rozzie's cheek and stroking it as he had seen others do many times before.
"Hi Rozzie. It's Harry." Harry explained, knowing that she couldn't see him. She turned her head more in his direction, seeking him out with her ears instead of her eyes. Harry took one of her hands and played with it, moving it back and forth slowly.
"What're you doing, Prongslet?" Sirius smiled, curious.
"Dancing with Rozzie." Harry explained simply. Sirius smiled and propped Rozzie up more, sitting her in his lap so that she was leaned back against his front, her head supported by his stomach and not falling forward. Harry took her other hand and moved them back and forth.
" g…" Harry sing songed, rocking his head back and forth with each letter, moving Rozzie's hands to the same beat, but not roughly, never roughly. Gentle… always gentle… Like Sirius and Lexie and Remus had shown him. Rozzie let out a little noise, neither cry nor upset sounding. Rather, it seemed she enjoyed his song and movements. She couldn't see them, but she could feel and hear them.
"I'll get the camera…" Remus whispered after a moment of standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He grabbed it off of the mantle, the same bulky camera they had used to film Harry's ceremony earlier in the week. He turned it on and Harry kept singing, moving from his ABC's onto the Itsy Bitsy Spider, the whole time smiling while Rozzie mouth hung slightly open, eyes unfocused.
Harry liked Rozzie very much when she was in Lexie's tummy, at the hospital, and during that first afternoon when they enjoyed some good time together dancing. However, he did NOT like one bit of the first night she was home with them.
Harry clapped his hands over his ears as he heard the wailing crying for the second time that night. He had been tucked in at the usual time and fallen asleep. Half an hour later he'd been woken up when Rozzie started crying from where she was sleeping in the bassinet in Padfoot and Muma-Lexie's bedroom. She would be safer there for the time being, until she got a little older. Then she'd be moved to the crib in her bedroom.
Tired, but concerned, Harry had headed down the hallway to see what the matter was. He had found Lexie shushing the baby and rocking her gently as she carried her over to the dresser to have her diaper changed. Sirius had taken Harry back to bed, tucking him in and assuring him that even if he heard crying, everything was fine, to try to stay sleeping.
And now, about a little more than two hours later, Harry, very groggy from being woken from his sleep, was listening to the crying again. His Padfoot had said it was fine… Harry knew babies cried, they couldn't talk yet, but in his tired state he was wishing more and more that they didn't cry so much! He wanted to sleep.
Harry buried his head beneath his pillow and that muffled the sound a bit. He sighed, closing his eyes and trying to get back to sleep, but it was no use. He laid awake as the baby cried and cried and cried and he finally fell asleep.
The next morning, Harry was a very tired little boy. He had been woken up two more times during the night and by the time it was to get up for the day, he didn't feel ready to do so. It was a new feeling for him, not wanting to get up yet. He always loved mornings, breakfast and playing games.
"Harry?" Remus whispered, entering the room and sitting down on the end of the bed. Harry sat up, rubbing at his eyes.
"Rozzie cries loud." Harry stated simply, leaning forward and letting his head fall into Remus's lap. The man stroked his hair back and smiled.
"Yes, she does. Babies are like that, but it's alright. It won't last forever. She'll sleep all night just like everyone else once she's older. Padfoot and Lexie are still asleep too. They are very tired too, so I was thinking you and I could head over to the daycare together for the morning at least. Then you could come for the afternoon, when Padfoot and Lexie are more awake. You can sleep some more there, in the quiet, and see you friends."
"Okay." Harry nodded, liking the sounds of that. He did love spending time with his friends at the daycare, though none of them was nearly as fun as Ronnie. Thinking about his best friend, Harry had an idea that perked him up a bit. He sat up, smiling. "Maybe Ronnie can come over after lunch? Or I could go to the Burrow?"
"I'll write Mrs. Weasley this morning and see what she says." Remus smiled knowing how much Harry loved spending time with Ronnie. Those two boys got along like they'd been born to be best friends.
"Ask her how to calm a baby that cries but doesn't want anything you offer it." Sirius groaned, entering the room and flopping down to sit on the floor beside Harry's bed. He leaned over it, resting his head in Harry's lap, his eyes tired and baggy. "She'll know. She's had seven of them."
Harry patted Sirius's head, giggling. "Now I'm the daddy." He stated proudly. Sirius and Remus chuckled, unable to help it.
Sirius sat up and reached over the bed, pulling Harry down off it and into his lap, the red blanket catching and half coming with him. Sirius snuggled Harry close to his chest, kissing the top of his head. "You would be a good daddy, Harry. For now though, you are the very best son."
…...
Later that afternoon, after Harry had gotten some nice sleep in the older kids' nap room at the daycare, Mrs. Weasley came to pick him up, Ronnie racing ahead of her, excited to see his friend. Her other children were safely being looked after by her two oldest boys for a little while. Bill and Charlie were more than capable of keeping their younger siblings under control. When Mrs. Weasley had left, Percy had been reading contently in a chair in the sitting room. Fred and George were out in the garden tormenting the gnomes. Ginny had dragged Bill into having a tea party with her on a blanket in the garden and Charlie was lounging in the sun, one eye on the twins, one eye on the white puffy clouds floating through the sky.
"Harry!" Ronnie shouted happily, running to where Harry was on the merry-go-round on the daycare playground.
"Ronnie!" Harry beamed and the two little boys hugged as though they hadn't seen each other just two days beforehand. Mrs. Weasley smiled.
"Hello dear. How are you?"
"I'm good." Harry smiled brightly and Remus came over to say goodbye to him before he left.
Harry, Ronnie, and Mrs. Weasley walked the fifteen minutes from the daycare all the way to Harry's house. Instead of turning and going up over the little slope to the Burrow, they headed for the house. This confused Harry, since Mrs. Weasley had written back that she'd be glad to have him over at the Burrow for the afternoon.
"Why are we goin' to my house?"
"I promised Sirius and Lexie I would show them how to get your sister to stop crying so much." Mrs. Weasley smiled. "They're expecting us."
"Oh. That would be good. Rozzie cried all night long and I did not sleep." Harry explained, nodding knowingly to himself. Sirius met them at the door, looking a little less tired than he had earlier that morning. He gave Harry a snuggle, happy to see him as always and they went into the living room where Lexie was half passed out in the rocking chair, bawling baby in her lap.
"She's been fed. She's been burped. She's been changed and rocked and rocked and rocked but she just will not stop her crying." Lexie stated as soon as she caught sight of Mrs. Weasley. "I've sung to her and she just… I don't know what to do next. Maybe it's the environment. It went on for two hours last night. And then for the past hour or so."
"Sounds like she's hit her red face phase." Mrs. Weasley stated, reaching out and taking Rozzie from Lexie's lap. She didn't seem the least bit perturbed by the noise of the baby's crying and instead, gently rubbed at her back, bouncing and rocking her at the same time. "All babies go through it, though every one is different. Some cry a lot more than others."
"Red face phase? I don't remember reading anything about a red face phase…" Lexie sighed, placing her head in her hands, exhausted.
"Most people blame it on other things, mainly colic, but there are a few who know better. My mother, for example, knew better." Mrs. Weasley continued, still rocking and bouncing the baby. The crying didn't stop either. "All of mine did it to varying degrees, from the time they were about two weeks old to around their third month or so. Percy was the worst. He would cry for five hours from about three in the afternoon every day. He'd eat and then fall asleep around five, wake up at seven thirty and resume his crying until just after was awful, but he grew out of it, and so will your little one."
Lexie heaved a sigh, smiling a little bit. She wasn't glad that her baby was crying a lot, but she was at least happy she wasn't doing anything wrong and causing her crying. A phase… that's all it was.
"I'd try giving her a nice bath. That always helped with Ginny when she was going through it. Fred and George liked to be bounced across the kitchen table on their bottoms and Charlie was the easiest. All he needed was to have his tiny feet massaged and he calmed right down."
"What about me?" Ronnie asked curiously, tugging at his mother's hand. He and Harry had been listening intently to the adults with bored expressions on their faces for the most part. They wanted to go to the Burrow and play.
"You, my dear, liked to be all wrapped up in a blanket and laid on the grass beside the lavender patch." Mrs. Weasley smiled, stroking back her youngest son's hair from his forehead before digging into her pocket. "Speaking of which, I've brought some lavender baby oil along. It's not exceptionally strong, but it might help."
"We'll try anything at this point." Sirius stated, sitting down on the floor beside the chair. He held Rozzie while Mrs. Weasley gently placed a drop of the oil on each of her little red cheeks and rubbed it into her skin. Rozzie paused for a moment, her cries quieting simply out of pure curiosity at this new smell. Harry watched with interest, a smile breaking out on his face.
"She stopped." He beamed happily. His baby's eyes were drooping and she closed them, exhausted from all of her cry and eased by the scent of the oil.
"Merlin… it worked." Lexie looked near tears at this point herself and she hugged Mrs. Weasley tightly, so happy that her baby had stopped her crying for a bit at least. "Thank you so much, Molly. I didn't know what we were going to do."
"Your mum is good." Harry remarked to Ronnie and Ronnie laughed with a smile.
"I think cause she's got a lot a practice. Mummy, can we go swim now?"
"Of course we can." Mrs. Weasley smiled, pressing the bottle of oil into Lexie's hand. "You two get some rest while you can. Harry can come stay overnight if he'd like. I believe Arthur is planning on pitching a tent in the garden and having little camp fire tonight for the children, so he's more than welcome to join us."
"I think that's a lovely idea. What do you think, Harry?" Sirius asked with a smile.
"Oh yes!" Harry nodded excitedly. A camp out at Ronnie's house! Oh boy would that be fun!
"It's settled then. Go on upstairs and put your nighttime things in your sleeping bag. Don't forget your toothbrush."
"Yay!" Harry laughed and he and Ronnie shot upstairs, both of them talking excitedly about the camp out.
