Author's Note: Thanks so much for the encouraging reviews I am receiving.
Once again, I must apologize for my lateness in releasing the next chapter.
I hope you enjoy this one though!
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"Eurgh…I can't believe it! From someone so small, too!" Remus said, as he scrunched up his face and threw the diaper in the wastebasket. "What are they feeding you?" he asked. Harry giggled once again. "Oh gosh…now I have to wipe you?" Holding a face of disgust, Remus wiped Harry's bottom. When he was nice and clean, Remus had another task to tackle. "How in the world does your mother wrap you in this?" he asked no one in particular as he held up a clean, disposable diaper. Just then, Sirius shuffled into the nursery.
"Is it safe?" he questioned, his shirt still shielding his nose. Remus rolled his eyes.
"If you're talking about Harry being clean, then yes. Other than that, do you know how to use this?" He held up the diaper to show Sirius, who just shrugged (his nose uncovered by his shirt) in reply. "Well, we can't have Harry wander around with no diaper on!"
"Then just put a pair of trousers on him," Sirius suggested. Remus glared at him.
"Hell-o! And what, exactly, is going to catch the unforgettable poop?"
"You have a point there. I just thought Harry should get a feel of the none-underwear world! It's fabulous you know--"
"Please, do NOT tell me about the days where you have walked around underwear-less!" Remus shivered in thought. "I've already seen Harry's poo…"
"Fine, if you want Harry to wear a diaper so much, just do it the way Prongs and Lily do it."
"Problem there, genius, I don't WATCH Prongs or Lily do it!"
"Oh."
Remus was slowly losing his patience (in case you couldn't tell), because not only was Harry still diaper-less, but Sirius pretty much had the intelligence of a seven-year-old when it came to situations like this. "The heck with it! I'll figure it out!" Remus began to unwrap the sticky parts that clung to the diaper and slipped it underneath Harry. Surprisingly, after a few strenuous minutes, he was finished. "Presto! You're done!" Harry babbled senselessly, his green eyes shining in innocence.
"You know…he's kind of cute when he isn't stinking up the whole place," Sirius said.
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Sirius was holding Harry in his lap, while Remus conjured up a decent dinner (never trust Sirius around stoves…a lesson he had learned the hard way). He was showing Harry pictures of racing brooms, and giving a little comment here and there.
"This one is the Silver Arrow…very old, but a definite classic! This broom is sure to be in the Hall of Fame!" Harry pointed at the picture of the broomstick and made a little 'bah' noise that Sirius took as a show of interest. "Yep! I remember when my father took me on a ride on one of these things--"
"Sirius, bring Harry in here! Dinner's ready!" called Remus from the kitchen.
"Well, time to risk our lives and get a taste of ol' Moony's cooking!" Sirius said to Harry, as he proceeded to the kitchen. When he entered, he placed Harry in the highchair and eyed the partially burned food on the table, suspiciously.
"Well? What do you think?" Remus asked.
"Um…you're not actually going to feed Harry THAT are you?" Sirius asked. "He's still young--"
"Shut up, Padfoot! I know I'm not the best cook! Anyway, Lily left some milk bottles that we just need to heat up."
"Oh…then that's good then. We wouldn't want to explain to Prongs and Lily that their son died because of your cooking," Sirius teased.
"Do you not know when to shut up?" Remus questioned, scowling. "Warm up Harry's dinner…I'm going to go wash up." Remus exited the kitchen and Sirius fished out a milk bottle from the fridge.
"So, Harry, what do you feel like eating tonight? How does MILK sound? Mm- mmm!" Sirius then popped the milk bottle into the microwave. "Now…what do all these buttons do?"
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Remus was in the bathroom, thoroughly washing his hands. He was trying to make chicken for them to eat…but somehow the food turned out all black and gooey (don't ask ME how it turned all gooey). On a brighter side, babysitting with Sirius wasn't all bad. It was nice to have someone to leave in the kitchen to wash up--
"Oh my lord!" Remus then rushed out of the bathroom, down to the kitchen where he could here Harry shrieking in either delight or terror…and loud spraying noises. He kicked himself mentally. "You dolt! You just left SIRIUS in a KITCHEN alone with a BABY!" So naturally, the sight that greeted Remus was one of chaos.
Harry was in his highchair, clapping his hands and screaming in delight because he thought that Uncle Padfoot was trying to be funny as he used his wand to put out a fire.
"SIRIUS! WHAT IN THE HECK HAPPENED HERE? I ASK YOU TO WARM UP HARRY'S MILK AND I COME TO FIND THE KITCHEN ON FIRE!!!??" Remus bellowed.
"Sorry! I didn't know how to use one of these micro-thingy-majigs!" Sirius explained. He let one last spout of water fly from his wand, finally extinguishing the fire. "Geez…no need to pull a heartstring, Moony! No harm done!" Sirius said breezily. Remus would say otherwise, seeing as his left eye was twitching. The part of the kitchen where the microwave had been contrasted against the neat whiteness of the rest of the kitchen--because it was black.
Muttering incoherent phrases under his breath, Remus pulled out his wand and the black portion of the kitchen returned to its normal state. "Did you at least get Harry's dinner?" Remus asked, rubbing his temples.
"Uh…no. I think I put the micro-thingy on too high, because the plastic bottle melted along with the rubber nipple. That's when the thing caught on fire," Sirius explained.
So…that's why, if we were to waltz into the Potter's kitchen that very day, we would've found Sirius and Remus coaxing Harry to eat Remus' cooking…blended into a mush, since Harry didn't have any teeth and a microwave missing from the many Muggle kitchen appliances.
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After dinner, Remus left Sirius to clean up the kitchen ("Use your WAND! I don't want you playing around with the Muggle devices they've got here!" Remus ordered him sternly) while he played with Harry. Remus just decided to read a story from one of the books on the bookshelf while he waited for Sirius to finish.
When Sirius finished, he wandered into the living room and pouted. "I'm bored," he claimed. "I know!" he said brightly all of a sudden. "I'm going to give Harry a bath!" Before Remus could intervene, Sirius grabbed Harry by the middle and carried him up the stairs to the bathroom. When Remus finally caught up with them, he could already hear the bathtub water running.
"Moony, you can do whatever you feel like…I'm sure I can manage giving a baby a bath," Sirius said. Remus laughed contemptuously.
"Yeah right…I'm not leaving you alone with Harry ever again! I thought you could manage warming up a bottle of milk!" Shockingly though, Sirius manage to remove Harry's clothing and place him in the smaller bathtub (made especially for babies) without any life-threatening consequences. Sirius placed a few toys in the tub, so Harry could have a little fun in the water, as he lathered his black hair with baby shampoo. One of the toys that Sirius handed Harry was a little plastic pail.
"You see, Moony? I can give Harry a bath without--" Sirius found himself sputtering, because Harry had so cleverly found the use of using the pail to pour water all over his godfather. Remus chortled, trying to retain the laughter slowly building up inside of him. "Ah…that's alright! After all, he's only a little tyke--" Sirius sputtered again, and Harry twittered in an adorable way because he had succeeded in getting his godfather sopping wet once again.
Remus couldn't restrain himself. He burst out laughing. "Hahahahaha! You should've seen your face, Padfoo--" Remus soon found himself sputtering as well…but not because HARRY had dunked a pail of water over him. He rubbed the water out of his eyes and found himself staring at Padfoot who was feigning innocence by hiding the pail behind his back and whistling a jaunty tune.
"Fine…I know when to shut up," Remus said. So the two of them, cleaned up a bathed Harry and slipped him into his pajamas. They laid him down in his crib.
"Well…at least one of us is dry," Sirius remarked. "How long has it been?" Remus looked down at his wristwatch and gave a heavy sigh.
"It's been five hours since Prongs and Lily left…only sixty-seven hours to go!"
"Whoop-ee…" Sirius said unenthusiastically, weakly pumping his fist into the air.
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"Eurgh…I can't believe it! From someone so small, too!" Remus said, as he scrunched up his face and threw the diaper in the wastebasket. "What are they feeding you?" he asked. Harry giggled once again. "Oh gosh…now I have to wipe you?" Holding a face of disgust, Remus wiped Harry's bottom. When he was nice and clean, Remus had another task to tackle. "How in the world does your mother wrap you in this?" he asked no one in particular as he held up a clean, disposable diaper. Just then, Sirius shuffled into the nursery.
"Is it safe?" he questioned, his shirt still shielding his nose. Remus rolled his eyes.
"If you're talking about Harry being clean, then yes. Other than that, do you know how to use this?" He held up the diaper to show Sirius, who just shrugged (his nose uncovered by his shirt) in reply. "Well, we can't have Harry wander around with no diaper on!"
"Then just put a pair of trousers on him," Sirius suggested. Remus glared at him.
"Hell-o! And what, exactly, is going to catch the unforgettable poop?"
"You have a point there. I just thought Harry should get a feel of the none-underwear world! It's fabulous you know--"
"Please, do NOT tell me about the days where you have walked around underwear-less!" Remus shivered in thought. "I've already seen Harry's poo…"
"Fine, if you want Harry to wear a diaper so much, just do it the way Prongs and Lily do it."
"Problem there, genius, I don't WATCH Prongs or Lily do it!"
"Oh."
Remus was slowly losing his patience (in case you couldn't tell), because not only was Harry still diaper-less, but Sirius pretty much had the intelligence of a seven-year-old when it came to situations like this. "The heck with it! I'll figure it out!" Remus began to unwrap the sticky parts that clung to the diaper and slipped it underneath Harry. Surprisingly, after a few strenuous minutes, he was finished. "Presto! You're done!" Harry babbled senselessly, his green eyes shining in innocence.
"You know…he's kind of cute when he isn't stinking up the whole place," Sirius said.
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Sirius was holding Harry in his lap, while Remus conjured up a decent dinner (never trust Sirius around stoves…a lesson he had learned the hard way). He was showing Harry pictures of racing brooms, and giving a little comment here and there.
"This one is the Silver Arrow…very old, but a definite classic! This broom is sure to be in the Hall of Fame!" Harry pointed at the picture of the broomstick and made a little 'bah' noise that Sirius took as a show of interest. "Yep! I remember when my father took me on a ride on one of these things--"
"Sirius, bring Harry in here! Dinner's ready!" called Remus from the kitchen.
"Well, time to risk our lives and get a taste of ol' Moony's cooking!" Sirius said to Harry, as he proceeded to the kitchen. When he entered, he placed Harry in the highchair and eyed the partially burned food on the table, suspiciously.
"Well? What do you think?" Remus asked.
"Um…you're not actually going to feed Harry THAT are you?" Sirius asked. "He's still young--"
"Shut up, Padfoot! I know I'm not the best cook! Anyway, Lily left some milk bottles that we just need to heat up."
"Oh…then that's good then. We wouldn't want to explain to Prongs and Lily that their son died because of your cooking," Sirius teased.
"Do you not know when to shut up?" Remus questioned, scowling. "Warm up Harry's dinner…I'm going to go wash up." Remus exited the kitchen and Sirius fished out a milk bottle from the fridge.
"So, Harry, what do you feel like eating tonight? How does MILK sound? Mm- mmm!" Sirius then popped the milk bottle into the microwave. "Now…what do all these buttons do?"
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Remus was in the bathroom, thoroughly washing his hands. He was trying to make chicken for them to eat…but somehow the food turned out all black and gooey (don't ask ME how it turned all gooey). On a brighter side, babysitting with Sirius wasn't all bad. It was nice to have someone to leave in the kitchen to wash up--
"Oh my lord!" Remus then rushed out of the bathroom, down to the kitchen where he could here Harry shrieking in either delight or terror…and loud spraying noises. He kicked himself mentally. "You dolt! You just left SIRIUS in a KITCHEN alone with a BABY!" So naturally, the sight that greeted Remus was one of chaos.
Harry was in his highchair, clapping his hands and screaming in delight because he thought that Uncle Padfoot was trying to be funny as he used his wand to put out a fire.
"SIRIUS! WHAT IN THE HECK HAPPENED HERE? I ASK YOU TO WARM UP HARRY'S MILK AND I COME TO FIND THE KITCHEN ON FIRE!!!??" Remus bellowed.
"Sorry! I didn't know how to use one of these micro-thingy-majigs!" Sirius explained. He let one last spout of water fly from his wand, finally extinguishing the fire. "Geez…no need to pull a heartstring, Moony! No harm done!" Sirius said breezily. Remus would say otherwise, seeing as his left eye was twitching. The part of the kitchen where the microwave had been contrasted against the neat whiteness of the rest of the kitchen--because it was black.
Muttering incoherent phrases under his breath, Remus pulled out his wand and the black portion of the kitchen returned to its normal state. "Did you at least get Harry's dinner?" Remus asked, rubbing his temples.
"Uh…no. I think I put the micro-thingy on too high, because the plastic bottle melted along with the rubber nipple. That's when the thing caught on fire," Sirius explained.
So…that's why, if we were to waltz into the Potter's kitchen that very day, we would've found Sirius and Remus coaxing Harry to eat Remus' cooking…blended into a mush, since Harry didn't have any teeth and a microwave missing from the many Muggle kitchen appliances.
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After dinner, Remus left Sirius to clean up the kitchen ("Use your WAND! I don't want you playing around with the Muggle devices they've got here!" Remus ordered him sternly) while he played with Harry. Remus just decided to read a story from one of the books on the bookshelf while he waited for Sirius to finish.
When Sirius finished, he wandered into the living room and pouted. "I'm bored," he claimed. "I know!" he said brightly all of a sudden. "I'm going to give Harry a bath!" Before Remus could intervene, Sirius grabbed Harry by the middle and carried him up the stairs to the bathroom. When Remus finally caught up with them, he could already hear the bathtub water running.
"Moony, you can do whatever you feel like…I'm sure I can manage giving a baby a bath," Sirius said. Remus laughed contemptuously.
"Yeah right…I'm not leaving you alone with Harry ever again! I thought you could manage warming up a bottle of milk!" Shockingly though, Sirius manage to remove Harry's clothing and place him in the smaller bathtub (made especially for babies) without any life-threatening consequences. Sirius placed a few toys in the tub, so Harry could have a little fun in the water, as he lathered his black hair with baby shampoo. One of the toys that Sirius handed Harry was a little plastic pail.
"You see, Moony? I can give Harry a bath without--" Sirius found himself sputtering, because Harry had so cleverly found the use of using the pail to pour water all over his godfather. Remus chortled, trying to retain the laughter slowly building up inside of him. "Ah…that's alright! After all, he's only a little tyke--" Sirius sputtered again, and Harry twittered in an adorable way because he had succeeded in getting his godfather sopping wet once again.
Remus couldn't restrain himself. He burst out laughing. "Hahahahaha! You should've seen your face, Padfoo--" Remus soon found himself sputtering as well…but not because HARRY had dunked a pail of water over him. He rubbed the water out of his eyes and found himself staring at Padfoot who was feigning innocence by hiding the pail behind his back and whistling a jaunty tune.
"Fine…I know when to shut up," Remus said. So the two of them, cleaned up a bathed Harry and slipped him into his pajamas. They laid him down in his crib.
"Well…at least one of us is dry," Sirius remarked. "How long has it been?" Remus looked down at his wristwatch and gave a heavy sigh.
"It's been five hours since Prongs and Lily left…only sixty-seven hours to go!"
"Whoop-ee…" Sirius said unenthusiastically, weakly pumping his fist into the air.
