Losing Your Godchild's Only Child is Usually a Bad Idea
Sirius was back in the house now, for it had started snowing, and he was pretty sure they weren't meant to be out in such cold weather, so he'd taken her inside the house. The others had dispersed, and were either making the final preparations for the Christmas dinner, or trying to avoid those very same preparations.
Sirius was taking the baby upstairs, partially to get her away from the chaos downstairs, and partly for him to get out of the way of the noise. Either way, they were up there, and Sirius was using the opportunity to walk around the house, and to talk to someone who wouldn't always jump at the mere sight of him, and who seemed to be listening intently to his every word. It brought back memories of when he did the same with Harry, before James and Lily had been murdered. He repressed a momentary shiver of terror at the thought of what had happened that night, of how he'd found the house ruined, the bodies of James and Lily, and Harry, alive amongst all the carnage.
Sirius was snapped out of revive when he almost walked into Ron and Draco, who jumped away from the sight of the baby. They pointed at the child, and were about to scream, when Sirius growled,
"Be quiet! Don't want her crying, do you?" The two paused mid sentence, and then turned to look at each other. Both wore expressions of fear. Suddenly Ron said,
"She'll make noise anyway!"
"Or make a mess!"
"Or we'll make a mistake!"
"And Harry will come after us, and he's bloody scary when that happens!"
"Worse, *Cho* will come after us!" The expressions of fear were exchanged for expressions of terror.
"Listen, you two, calm down will you? I'm-"
The two Aurors began talking again, faster and faster, and louder and louder.
Sirius sighed. You'd think that if they could face off trolls, vampires, werewolves, and Death Eaters, they could deal with a child. But it appears that wasn't so.
"Worse than that one Death Eater who had half a dozen trolls with him, and we had to take them all out!"
"You're lying Ron, that wasn't so bad, compared to that vampire who had those-"
"Oh yeah? One of those trolls half tore off my leg!"
"Yeah, while I had taken out half of them?"
"Oh really?" Ron had taken his wand out.
"Yeah!" Draco had taken his wand out.
The two locked eyes, neither daring to blink.
Sirius coughed, attracting puzzled stares from the pair of them.
"Please, continue outside. I'm not going to stop you, but at least don't wake up the baby." The two looked at each other, shrugged, and Apparated out of there.
Sirius sighed in relief. At least now he could get some peace, and Charlotte, too.
Hang on…where was she?
"Here baby, come here…Sirius has a…uh…thing, for you, yes he does." Sirius whimpered as he imagined what would happen if Cho found out he'd lost her daughter. He was certain her mercies wouldn't be tender. The thought of it made him even more determined to find the baby.
"Come here Charlotte…come on, before Sirius gets castrated by your mommy…" Sirius winced at the thought, and tried to put it out of his mind. Strangely enough, he couldn't get that idea out of his head.
Sirius was just about to lift up the carpet to see if, somehow, the baby had got under the floor, when he heard a baby-like gurgle. Sirius tried to run toward the source of the sound, but it was only after he bashed his head off the floor did he realise that he was still crouched down.
Getting up, Sirius made his way quickly to where he heard the baby-like sound. He came across a door, which he opened hurriedly. He dashed inside the room, noting the double bed that obviously meant that this was Harry and Cho's bedroom. Sirius ignored this fact, and looked around for the baby. He heard another baby-like gurgle, and he turned round to see baby Charlotte.
Sitting in a pile of clothes.
A pile of clothes, it must be said, that seemed to have an awful lot of buckles and straps.
And they were made of leather.
But baby Charlotte was sitting in them.
Some were made of PVC, though.
Playing with one of the straps, gurgling happily.
Hang on, why do they need so many buckles and straps? Sirius thought. They can't possibly…hang on, yes they could.
So that's what they got up to.
Well.
This was an interesting development.
But not as important as looking after the baby.
Which he should be doing.
Right now.
Go on then, look after the baby!
"Sirius!" Cho's voice carried up the stairs.
"Uh, yes?" Sirius said as he grabbed the baby. Look after baby, stay intact, was his maxim right now.
"Stop messing around up there with Charlotte, and come on down, NOW!"
"Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Sirius said as he hurried down the stairs, with baby Charlotte pulling at his hair, causing comments of 'ow-ow-ow-ow' from Sirius.
But at least he wouldn't be hurt even worse by Cho.
Thank god for small favours, eh?
Sirius was back in the house now, for it had started snowing, and he was pretty sure they weren't meant to be out in such cold weather, so he'd taken her inside the house. The others had dispersed, and were either making the final preparations for the Christmas dinner, or trying to avoid those very same preparations.
Sirius was taking the baby upstairs, partially to get her away from the chaos downstairs, and partly for him to get out of the way of the noise. Either way, they were up there, and Sirius was using the opportunity to walk around the house, and to talk to someone who wouldn't always jump at the mere sight of him, and who seemed to be listening intently to his every word. It brought back memories of when he did the same with Harry, before James and Lily had been murdered. He repressed a momentary shiver of terror at the thought of what had happened that night, of how he'd found the house ruined, the bodies of James and Lily, and Harry, alive amongst all the carnage.
Sirius was snapped out of revive when he almost walked into Ron and Draco, who jumped away from the sight of the baby. They pointed at the child, and were about to scream, when Sirius growled,
"Be quiet! Don't want her crying, do you?" The two paused mid sentence, and then turned to look at each other. Both wore expressions of fear. Suddenly Ron said,
"She'll make noise anyway!"
"Or make a mess!"
"Or we'll make a mistake!"
"And Harry will come after us, and he's bloody scary when that happens!"
"Worse, *Cho* will come after us!" The expressions of fear were exchanged for expressions of terror.
"Listen, you two, calm down will you? I'm-"
The two Aurors began talking again, faster and faster, and louder and louder.
Sirius sighed. You'd think that if they could face off trolls, vampires, werewolves, and Death Eaters, they could deal with a child. But it appears that wasn't so.
"Worse than that one Death Eater who had half a dozen trolls with him, and we had to take them all out!"
"You're lying Ron, that wasn't so bad, compared to that vampire who had those-"
"Oh yeah? One of those trolls half tore off my leg!"
"Yeah, while I had taken out half of them?"
"Oh really?" Ron had taken his wand out.
"Yeah!" Draco had taken his wand out.
The two locked eyes, neither daring to blink.
Sirius coughed, attracting puzzled stares from the pair of them.
"Please, continue outside. I'm not going to stop you, but at least don't wake up the baby." The two looked at each other, shrugged, and Apparated out of there.
Sirius sighed in relief. At least now he could get some peace, and Charlotte, too.
Hang on…where was she?
"Here baby, come here…Sirius has a…uh…thing, for you, yes he does." Sirius whimpered as he imagined what would happen if Cho found out he'd lost her daughter. He was certain her mercies wouldn't be tender. The thought of it made him even more determined to find the baby.
"Come here Charlotte…come on, before Sirius gets castrated by your mommy…" Sirius winced at the thought, and tried to put it out of his mind. Strangely enough, he couldn't get that idea out of his head.
Sirius was just about to lift up the carpet to see if, somehow, the baby had got under the floor, when he heard a baby-like gurgle. Sirius tried to run toward the source of the sound, but it was only after he bashed his head off the floor did he realise that he was still crouched down.
Getting up, Sirius made his way quickly to where he heard the baby-like sound. He came across a door, which he opened hurriedly. He dashed inside the room, noting the double bed that obviously meant that this was Harry and Cho's bedroom. Sirius ignored this fact, and looked around for the baby. He heard another baby-like gurgle, and he turned round to see baby Charlotte.
Sitting in a pile of clothes.
A pile of clothes, it must be said, that seemed to have an awful lot of buckles and straps.
And they were made of leather.
But baby Charlotte was sitting in them.
Some were made of PVC, though.
Playing with one of the straps, gurgling happily.
Hang on, why do they need so many buckles and straps? Sirius thought. They can't possibly…hang on, yes they could.
So that's what they got up to.
Well.
This was an interesting development.
But not as important as looking after the baby.
Which he should be doing.
Right now.
Go on then, look after the baby!
"Sirius!" Cho's voice carried up the stairs.
"Uh, yes?" Sirius said as he grabbed the baby. Look after baby, stay intact, was his maxim right now.
"Stop messing around up there with Charlotte, and come on down, NOW!"
"Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Sirius said as he hurried down the stairs, with baby Charlotte pulling at his hair, causing comments of 'ow-ow-ow-ow' from Sirius.
But at least he wouldn't be hurt even worse by Cho.
Thank god for small favours, eh?
