Well, Sirius kept his word in offering the best protection for Harry's safety. When Remus entered the nursery, where Sirius was dressing Harry, he had to stifle a gasp of surprise and laughter. Sirius was pulling bulky sweaters over Harry's head.

"This is going to keep you nice and warm," he told Harry as he pulled a third one over his head.

"Er--you better watch it, Padfoot. That many sweaters could suffocate him," Remus pointed out sagely.

"I just want to keep him safe is all. It's pretty cold for a little guy like him!" Sirius grinned cheekily down at Harry, whose arms were sticking straight out because of all the sweaters. Sirius proceeded in dressing Harry by putting a pair of woolen socks on his feet, and placing cotton trousers over his diaper. "There!" Sirius said proudly, as he took a step back to admire his work in dressing babies. Harry could hardly move, his legs were spread far apart because of the diaper AND the pants…and his arms were now on a straight angle. Sirius didn't think that was wrong. "It's perfect!"

Remus was about to contradict this, but didn't have the chance because Sirius was zooming down the stairs; Harry clasped by his side. Sighing exasperatedly, Remus chased after them. You can never be sure with Sirius around fragile things. When he reached the living room, where the two of them have gone, Sirius was conjuring a miniature biker's helmet. "Good idea, Padfoot," Remus said approvingly.

"I know," Sirius replied. He slipped the helmet on to Harry's head. Harry moved his head side to side, bewildered at the sudden weight to his head and sudden change in vision. "Now we're ready!" Sirius strapped himself up in his leather jacket, buckled up his boots and placed on his helmet too.

"Come Harry," Sirius beckoned, picking him up. "See, Moony? I can manage kids! Piece of cake--" CRASH. Apparently, while trying to boast about his accomplishment with babies, Sirius knocked over a vase of flowers.

"I'm coming with you!" Remus said quickly. If Sirius could cause damage on earth…who knows what he'll be like up in the atmosphere?

"But there won't be any space left on the bike once I make a baby seat for Harry," Sirius explained. Thinking fast, Remus caught sight of a broom in the kitchen.

"Er--I'll ride my broom behind you! Accio broom!" One of James' brooms came zooming into Remus' outstretched hand. Sirius eyed him.

"You don't trust me do you," he said gravely.

"It's not that!" Remus cried. "I--er--I just wanted to go flying too!" Sirius looked at him quizzically again, but bought the lie.

"Okay!" he said brightly. The three of them marched out of the house, towards the driveway where Sirius' gleaming motorcycle stood.

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"Alrighty! Harry, you stay in this seat right here, otherwise you'll go plummeting to your very own death," Sirius said cheerfully. Harry clapped his hands in joy. Remus was shaking in fear, all for the sake of Harry. "You ready, Moony?" Sirius asked, as he boarded the bike.

"Nungh…" Remus replied, unsure about the whole thing. "Look, Padfoot…maybe this isn't such a good--" VROOM! Too late, Sirius turned on the engine and was just about to kick off. There was no way he was going to hear Remus' rebuttals to taking Harry out for a ride. Speeding down the street at an alarming rate, Remus watched in anxiety. "They're going to crash…oh no, oh no…they're going to crash!" his mind shouted at him. Miraculously, Sirius kicked into the air peacefully, the motorcycle gliding as if it were light as a feather.

Remus let out a breath that he had been holding. Much more lighthearted, he mounted the broom and kicked off. He sped towards the speck in the sky that signaled Sirius' bike. He caught up to them easily, because Sirius was going nice and slow.

"Beautiful, ain't it?" Sirius asked Harry, looking down at the picturesque landscape. Harry pointed downwards to the scene gurgling incoherently. A soft swooping noise announced Remus' arrival on the broomstick.

"How's it going?" he asked. He looked at Harry who seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. He still looked rather odd, because it was a miniature person wearing a biker's helmet and his arms sticking straight out. But Remus chuckled at seeing his friend's son having fun. The three of them just glided over the land peacefully. It was very relaxing.

But all good things must come to an end. With a whine and a wheeze, the engine to Sirius' bike died, then turned back on, then died again. Sirius looked around apprehensively, as the engine sputtered weakly. "Er--" he started, staring in Remus' direction.

"Oh god, Padfoot! What happened?" Remus said, raving.

"Looks like, I…um…sort of didn't get my bike checked when I was supposed to," Sirius said.

"Hurry, give Harry to me, then you can climb onto the broom."

"What about my bike? I'm not just going to let it fall to its very doom!" Sirius whined.

"There are more important things to worry about right now, Sirius!" Remus yelled, not even bothering to use Sirius' nickname. "Now, give Harry to me!" Grumbling, Sirius handed Harry over to Remus. "Get on!" Remus urged. The engine seemed to be dying down.

"But…but Moony! I've spent Galleons on this thing! I can't just abandon it," Sirius said sadly. Just then, the engine went back to full speed. "Hey! It's working again!" Sirius said, beaming.

"I don't trust that thing, Sirius. Maybe we should just head back to the ground," Remus said worriedly. "I'll take Harry, just in case that bike goes out again." Diving down, Remus steered the broom one-handedly with Sirius following him.

"Steady, Moony, steady," Remus thought to himself. The broom gave a slight jerk to the right, but Remus was able to stable it once again. "So you're not as good as Prongs on a broom…but you passed Flying Class…although there was the little incident of ramming into the school building--don't think about that!"

"You alright there, Moony?" Sirius called out, because he noticed that Remus' broom was wiggling every which way.

"Quite fine…" Remus said. Suddenly, his broom gave another defying lurch, which brought Remus to put both hands onto his broom. Unfortunately, that allowed him to drop Harry. "Oh FU--" A roar zoomed by Remus, signaling that Sirius was bolting by on his bike at full speed.

"I got him!" he shouted out to Remus (who was covering his eyes in fright) while keeping his eye on the flying object that was Harry. With a scream, Harry landed softly in Sirius' outstretched arms. Sirius couldn't believe it, Harry was giggling! "Either you're as crazy as your mother…or you're one hell of a born-flyer like your father!" Harry smiled. "Oy Remus! I got him! You can look!"

Remus lifted his head from his hands, and felt one big flood of relief wash over him. He flew his broom over to Sirius. "Omigod! Harry, I'm so sorry! Thank goodness you're safe!" The three of them went to the ground without fault, and Remus continued his stream of thanks and apologies. He took Harry out of Sirius' clutches and hugged him tightly. Sirius, meanwhile, was smirking to himself.

"What are you laughing at, Padfoot? Harry just had a near death experience and you're laughing? What the hell is wrong with you?" Remus exclaimed, flushed with a bit of anger. Sirius just continued laughing.

"Well, it's kind of ironic, isn't it?" he said. Remus cocked an eyebrow.

"What is?" he questioned cautiously.

"A while ago, you were fretting over ME dropping Harry. And now, YOU'RE the one who dropped him!" Sirius said this proudly, as if he were awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class. Remus glowered. "So…who's the one that can't care for babies and who is? Hah!"

"Shut up, Padfoot," Remus said, frowning. He blasted the door to pieces with his wand as he entered. Sirius looked at the door warily and summoned the remnants to repair themselves.

"I'll do just that!" he claimed, frightened of Remus' new wave of rage. Somehow, he thought he pushed it a bit too far.

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Author's Note: Finally, huh? Yeah, I know it took me ages to get this chapter out, but cut me some slack! I'm moving! So, kind of expect big gaps between the chapters. If you would like me to e-mail you with updates, tell me so in your reviews (hint, hint). Thanks for the patience!

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