BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!"
Harry swore as he sat up, his hand groggily fumbling to switch off the alarm before he woke anyone else. It stopped and he flopped back onto the bed, rubbing his eyes, he turned his head and glared the offending luminous clock before his already large eyes widened his eyes. He guessed he must have fallen asleep as he was sitting reading. He jumped up when he saw the time. 11:45. Fuck! He only had only 15 minutes before Sirius would be here.
He grabbed his nearest robe, a plain black silk one, which felt extremely tight and uncomfortable around his midsection, it was probably the same size as his school ones, but silk didn't stretch as much as cotton. He slipped it on, along with his cloak before grabbing his wand and stuffing it into his pocket. He didn't have time to grab his stuff and get Crosby's stuff (he doubted Sirius would have diapers and baby robes), so with a sigh, he took one last look over his room and closed the door behind him.
He silently walked across to Crosby's room and started packing the stuff in a large puffskien print baby bag. By the time he was done, it was 11:55. He looked at Crosby for a few seconds. He looked adorable, wrapped in a broomstick patterned blanket (no doubt the birthday gift from his 'hopeful' Qudditch obsessed grandfather), the stuffed penguin Sirius had got him tucked under one arm and his thumb in his mouth. Harry picked him up and made sure he was wrapped up tightly in the blanket.
He opened his eyes, wondering who was waking him up, but when he saw his mother there, smiled and cuddled up deeper into Harry's shoulder and went back to sleep. Harry smiled and left the room. But as he closed the door, a small voice called out to him.
"Harry?" Jack said sleepily from the passage and Harry froze.
Harry sighed as he went down stairs, slightly sadder that he had to see his brother one last time like that. As he passed the Qudditch pitch, he stopped. He could always get his broom and take it with.
He shook his head and carried on walking. The doors to the Qudditch pitch were big and heavy and made a lot of noise when they were opened. And he didn't really feel like explaining to his parents why he was entering the Qudditch pitch in the middle of the night with his son, a bag of baby stuff over his shoulder and a clearly visible bump in his stomach.
He got outside and saw nothing there. He sighed and a minute later, a light came from the left-hand side. It got brighter and brighter until Sirius pulled up on his motor bike.
He looked at Harry and motioned for him to get on behind him. Harry held Crosby tightly as the motorbike started again. As it picked up speed, he looked at house behind as it got smaller.
He turned back around sadly and rested his head against Sirius's back. He smirked slightly. Sure, they were leaving a lot behind them, jobs, friends, family, but there was something better where they were heading, wherever that was. A family, freedom, a new baby, and, most of all, a life together….
Cries It's over! But never fear, by the time this is read, the sequel will be up! Or at least chapter one! And it's dedicated to...
Kitty Minky!
I luv you my made kitty!You're insane! I'm insane! Mac, Willow, (where ever she is), Kandy andReese areinsane! We're like freaking sisters and this proves how muchly I is loving you:PPP
review this storyfor the last time please! And read the goddamn sequel!