Sirius and Remus stared blankly at Harry, who was staring back at them inquisitively, in the crib. A few silent moments passed all three of them just staring at each other. Finally, Sirius was the one to break the silence.

"Why isn't he sleeping?" he whined, sounding very much like a three- year-old. Remus scratched his head in thought.

"I don't know…" he said. He looked down at Harry, who seemed to be looking at his two uncles expectantly. Remus roved his eyes upward and caught sight of the Quidditch mobile hanging overtop of Harry's crib. "Of course!" he exclaimed.

Sirius had followed his gaze and his eyes too fell upon the mobile. "Ooh! Let me wind it! I've never used one of these Muggle toy things!" he said delightedly.

"Uh…Padfoot, I don't think that's such a good--"

"Don't be such a worrywart, Moony! I can do this…now which way do I turn it?"

With a deafening CRACK and a repetitive tune…Remus' left eye was twitching once again.

"Er--well…you see, that could've happened to anyone!" Sirius said hurriedly, as he saw a vein begin to throb in Remus' temple. "At least I got the song to play!!!" Sirius looked down into the crib and saw Harry, slowly drifting off into a deep slumber. "See? He's falling asleep!" Remus, too, looked down at the infant, and his breathing stabled.

"I guess you're right…that crack probably wasn't anything anyway…at least you got the thing to work," he said.

"I told you! Moony, you've got to learn to trust me!" Sirius said happily.

*~*SIX HOURS LATER*~*

It was two o'clock in the morning, and the mobile was still playing its very, very, very, very annoying tune…over, and over, and over, and over again.

"How do you turn the damn thing off?" Sirius said, covering his ears with his hands. "That song is getting on my nerves!" Remus was covering his ears as well.

"I don't know how to turn it off! This is your entire fault! YOU'RE the one who broke the wind key!"

"What? I did no such thing!"

"Speak for yourself! 'I'm Sirius, and I'm a dunderhead because I broke the wind key on Harry's annoying little Quidditch mobile…thus making it play the same song over and over again--'"

"Shut up, Moony!" Sirius hollered.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

"Look what you did, smarty pants!"

"What I DID? I didn't do anything! It's you're fault! You're the one who's mocking me--"

"Oh shove it--"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

*~*~*

"James…do you think Sirius and Remus are doing fine with the Harry?" Lily asked, as she rocked in James' embrace, dancing to the sweet melody of Natalie Cole.

"I'm sure they're doing fine! Padfoot and Moony are great with kids!" James reassured her.

"If you say so…" she replied.

*~*~*

--the Quiddtich mobile tune is STILL playing--

"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" wailed Harry.

"Harry! Please! Be quiet…Harry!" Sirius was positively pleading. "We NEED sleep!"

"Try feeding him a bottle…and THIS time, warm it up with your wand!" called Remus from the nursery, where he was attempting to shut the music off somehow. Sirius did as he was told, and Harry started sucking satisfyingly. From the other room, Sirius heard bangs and whacks.

"Moony! What are you doing?" he asked. He then strained his ears…stunned at the sudden tranquility. "Hey! You got the thing to shut up!" he said. Meanwhile, in the nursery, Remus was shoving shards of the music box engine that was attached to the mobile into the garbage.

"Er--yeah! I did…that's all solved then!" he answered.

"Good…Harry is just about asleep."

Ultimately, Sirius, Remus and Harry got their rest…for the night being…

*~*~*

Remus shot up in bed. He had slept in the Potter's guestroom, while Sirius stayed in the other guestroom across the hall. Remus was about to wonder what had woken him up, when the answer to his question was answered by the blaring music coming from the kitchen.

"Don't stop 'til you get enough…uh-huh…come on!" he heard Sirius singing (in case you don't know…that's Michael Jackson's song…Chris Tucker sang it in Rush Hour 2--I don't know if that song was out in 1980…forgive me if it wasn't). Remus groaned, the last thing he needed was for Sirius to wake up Harry with his defective singing. Lazily, he heaved himself out of bed and trooped downstairs.

What he saw made him smile widely. Harry didn't wake up wailing because of Sirius' singing…in fact, he was right there in Sirius' arms! Sirius, unbeknownst to Remus' arrival, was swinging Harry to the beat of the music. Remus coughed to get his attention.

"Oh hey, Moony!" Sirius said brightly. "Little Harry here was awake when I went to go check on him! Here, I made some waffles," he said, shoving a plate of golden coloured waffles towards Remus. Remus raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"How do YOU know how to cook?" he asked. It was quite unbelievable, considering even Remus couldn't bake a fowl.

"I found a magical cook book! Isn't it great? Now we can have suitable meals!"

"Bah!" Harry cried. Remus beamed.

"At least things are finally starting to smooth out," he thought gingerly. He was about to shove a mouthful of Sirius' magical waffles into his mouth when something mushy came flying his way, landing with a splat on his face. Wiping it off with his napkin, Remus looked at the head of the table to see Harry sitting in his highchair, green eyes gleaming mischievously. Sirius could be heard trying to muffle his gasps of laughter.

"Harry," Remus began softly, "you shouldn't throw your mashed bananas on to other people's faces--" Remus sputtered, much like he had done during Harry's bath time. Harry squealed delightedly, and Sirius had at last broke out into booming laughs. "Harry," Remus said still gently, but with a bit of an edge in his voice. "It's not nice to throw your food in other people's faces." Harry simply stared up faultlessly.

"Hahahahaha! Way to go Harry!" Sirius said. SPLAT! More shrieks of pleasure coming from the Potter infant. Remus now found himself fighting the urge to laugh.

"This Harry has a good arm you know. I never knew he'd be able to reach the banana mush from here to there," he said, pointing to where Sirius was standing which was at least three feet away from Harry. Sirius grumbled, upset that his time to laugh at Remus was backfired by Harry having to throw food at him too.

*~*~*

Sirius stared longingly out the window, at the driveway where his beloved motorcycle was parked. The weather was just perfect for riding! Autumn weather was always the best…a gentle wind, enough to whip through your hair with a hint of the upcoming winter. Sirius sighed heavily.

"Something wrong, Padfoot?" Remus asked, looking up from the little game he had made up to play with Harry (shooting harmless sparks out of his wand amazed Harry thoroughly).

"I just want to ride my motorbike…" Sirius faltered. "It's been so long!"

"Long?!" Remus said incredulously. "Padfoot, it's been only a day since you've ridden that thing."

"I know, but…well…" Suddenly, a light bulb clicked on once again over Sirius head. "Hey…" he began slyly. "Why don't we take Harry on a little ride?" Remus distinctly paled, and he dropped his wand, which sent a fresh shower of violet sparks.

"Wh--what?" he stuttered. "You can't be serious! What if you dropped him?"

"Why would I drop him? You've already seen that I can handle giving him a bath and bringing him downstairs into the kitchen."

"Yes, but I've also seen you set the kitchen on fire all because you were warming up a bottle of milk!"

"Come on, Moony! Just this once! Who knows? Harry might never have a chance to ride on my motorcycle again!" Sirius stuck out his lower lip, very immaturely. Remus crossed his arms over his chest and peered over at Harry. Somehow, for a three-month-old baby, he seemed very alert to his surroundings. His lower lip was out in a pout very similar to Sirius'…as if he knew that he was being refused something so great. Seeing this, Remus' heart softened and he heaved a sigh that Sirius immediately took as a yes.

"Yes! I'll take good care of him, Moony! You'll see! I'll give him all the protection he needs!"