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Chapter Four: Cookies
The days began passing quickly for the two, and they soon began to fall into sync with their new lives. Harry's nightmares had ceased completely, and it had finally become safe for Sirius to hang pictures of Lily and James in the house—previously, back at the flat, the pictures would cause Harry to start bawling. The child was making friends with muggle children in the area, which initially worried Sirius because of the chance that Harry may reveal secrets about magic. His worries were quelled though, when while picking Harry up from the neighbors house, the father commented on about 'what an active imagination he has.' Foolish muggles would of course pin it on imagination, but it worked for the best.
Harry was quite small for his age, but that was hardly surprising as James was never very big and Lily was nothing short of petite. But what he lacked in size, he made up in intelligence. He was a quick learner, and had already figure out how to get out of his playpen, which, at the age of twenty-two, Sirius had trouble figuring out how to open. He was speaking as someone a year older than him would, with the exception of the unavoidable stumbling and lisping. But he was able to form understandable sentences, none-the-less. The only thing stopping Sirius from putting Harry in school early was the fact that he was still not grasping potty training.
Ron was expected over that day, and Sirius was trying to mentally prepare himself for the havoc that was bound to occur upon his arrival. Ron was a sweet kid, a bit attention hungry—not a huge shocker seeing as he is one of seven children—but a real sweet kid. And he was Harry's best friend, but when the two got together, one would think they were both Cornish pixies put on this earth to give him a heart attack and send him to an early grave.
The last time the youngest Weasley boy teamed up with his godson, they had gotten a hold of his wand and somehow managed between the two of them to turn Snitch into a button. Year Five transfiguration done by a pair of two years old. Sirius didn't know whether to be proud, furious, or deeply frightened. He settled on a mix of all three, though Minerva, whom he had to call after the incident because he didn't know the counter spell, was not as amused. You'd have thought it was Sirius who transfigured the family pet into a clothing accessory, when all he was guilty of was having his wand poke out of his robe pockets while he was having tea.
Not to mention the time when Sirius decided playing hide and go seek with the two was a good idea. He went looking for over two hours for the boys, and nearly floo-called the ministry to file two missing persons reports, when he found them underneath the guest bed, fast asleep. From that point forth, hide and go seek was officially banned for a few years in the Black household. It would be extremely embarrassing to have to tell Molly and Arthur that the reason they can't have their son back was because Sirius was rubbish at a kids game.
He was brought back to the real world from his musings when a very sooty Ron fell through the fireplace, immediately followed by his mother. Brushing herself off, and vainly attempting to clean Ron's face with her thumb and some spit, Molly smiled and greeted him. "Good morning, Sirius, thank you again for having Ron over today. I'm sure Ron would definitely prefer you and Harry to the pediatrics ward at St. Mungo's. Ginevra is due for a check up."
"My pleasure, Molly. Harry loves it when Ron comes over, and we both sleep fabulously afterwards," Sirius said, grinning widely.
"You mind Sirius now, alright Ron? No funny business. Understand?"
At the boys nod she smiled. "Good boy. Now, Sirius, I gave him a big bowl of porridge this morning but he didn't eat much. Think he was excited to come over, so he may get a bit hungry in a bit. He's been very good about using the potty lately, but he's wearing a nappie just in case, and there are some extras here in this bag. Other than that things should all go smoothly."
"I've got it all under control, Molly. Now you should be going, can't have Ginevra late for her check up."
"Alright, thanks again. Give mummy a kiss Ronnie."
When Molly had left, Sirius led Ron to the back yard, where Harry was playing with Snitch.
"Harry James! You've got company!"
Harry, who had been waiting rather impatiently for Ron's arrival, immediately broke into a slightly waddled run to where Sirius and Ron where standing. Grabbing Ron's hand, he proceeded to drag the red haired boy up the stairs to his room, rambling on about his new dragon dolls his daddy bought him that they could play with.
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"Daddy?"
Sirius closed his book and looked down at his godson, "Yes?"
"Wonnie and me want cookies!"
"Cookies? You sure you don't want some nice healthy apples?"
He took Harry's disgusted look as a no. "I don't think we've got any, kid. I suppose I could make some. Can you wait half an hour?"
"How long is that, agin?"
"Hmmm, well, Ron's been here for four half hours, if that helps."
"Oh. That's not so long. Won and I will wait."
"My mummy let's me mix the cwookie dough!" Ron chipped in, a proud smile on his small, freckled face.
"Does she? Well you must be quite the big boy to get that job!"
"Yup! 'm nearly a growed up!"
"Oh yes, definitely. Nearly as old as Professor Dumbledore himself! Come on boys, let's get these cookies made.
Walking to the kitchen and grabbing a random cookbook off a shelf, Sirius shifted through until he came across an appropriate recipe.
"Now, let's see..."
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Twenty-five minutes later, Harry and Ron were found in the bathtub, while Sirius tried to get the flour from behind their ears. The cookies were quite the disaster, with a total of eight eggs dropped, one canister of flour flying lidless in the air, and sugar all the way into the living room.
Suddenly Harry started giggling, pointing to Sirius' nose. Looking in the mirror, he noticed that he had flour, water, and eggshell caked onto his nose. Brilliant.
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"Brilliant, Harry! Now, where's your nose?"
Giggling, Harry pointed his finger at his nose.
"Why, you may just be the brightest two year old in the world! But I challenge you this, where is your pinky?"
Harry proudly lifted his pink into the air.
"Amazing, utterly amazing. What's this?" Sirius asked, tickling Harry's stomach.
"Tummy!" the toddler screamed between laughter.
"Righto! Now, it's about lunch time, so let's go fill that, oh, what was the name of it again?"
"Tummy!"
"Ah, yes, that's right! Let's go fill up that tummy of yours."
AN: Wow. Wow. A million thanks to those who've read so far, especially to those who reviewed. And asked questions about the events in the future! Two reasons I love it so much, a) it makes it seem like the reader is engaged in the story, which is fabulous, and b) gives me some ideas! I'm currently trying to wean into longer chapters (my current personal minimum is a thousand words per chapter, but I would like to notch it up to two thousand) so hopefully that will work out well, though there may be a bit more time between updates. I won't answer any questions directly, but have taken them as requests so we'll just have to wait and see. If anyone is interested in beta-ing, I would be most grateful. Just email me. This chapter was, like many to be, was there essentially for fun and to be able to view the relationship. The "what's this" game is something my sister-in- law liked to use with her son when he was younger to teach him his body parts.
Chapter Four: Cookies
The days began passing quickly for the two, and they soon began to fall into sync with their new lives. Harry's nightmares had ceased completely, and it had finally become safe for Sirius to hang pictures of Lily and James in the house—previously, back at the flat, the pictures would cause Harry to start bawling. The child was making friends with muggle children in the area, which initially worried Sirius because of the chance that Harry may reveal secrets about magic. His worries were quelled though, when while picking Harry up from the neighbors house, the father commented on about 'what an active imagination he has.' Foolish muggles would of course pin it on imagination, but it worked for the best.
Harry was quite small for his age, but that was hardly surprising as James was never very big and Lily was nothing short of petite. But what he lacked in size, he made up in intelligence. He was a quick learner, and had already figure out how to get out of his playpen, which, at the age of twenty-two, Sirius had trouble figuring out how to open. He was speaking as someone a year older than him would, with the exception of the unavoidable stumbling and lisping. But he was able to form understandable sentences, none-the-less. The only thing stopping Sirius from putting Harry in school early was the fact that he was still not grasping potty training.
Ron was expected over that day, and Sirius was trying to mentally prepare himself for the havoc that was bound to occur upon his arrival. Ron was a sweet kid, a bit attention hungry—not a huge shocker seeing as he is one of seven children—but a real sweet kid. And he was Harry's best friend, but when the two got together, one would think they were both Cornish pixies put on this earth to give him a heart attack and send him to an early grave.
The last time the youngest Weasley boy teamed up with his godson, they had gotten a hold of his wand and somehow managed between the two of them to turn Snitch into a button. Year Five transfiguration done by a pair of two years old. Sirius didn't know whether to be proud, furious, or deeply frightened. He settled on a mix of all three, though Minerva, whom he had to call after the incident because he didn't know the counter spell, was not as amused. You'd have thought it was Sirius who transfigured the family pet into a clothing accessory, when all he was guilty of was having his wand poke out of his robe pockets while he was having tea.
Not to mention the time when Sirius decided playing hide and go seek with the two was a good idea. He went looking for over two hours for the boys, and nearly floo-called the ministry to file two missing persons reports, when he found them underneath the guest bed, fast asleep. From that point forth, hide and go seek was officially banned for a few years in the Black household. It would be extremely embarrassing to have to tell Molly and Arthur that the reason they can't have their son back was because Sirius was rubbish at a kids game.
He was brought back to the real world from his musings when a very sooty Ron fell through the fireplace, immediately followed by his mother. Brushing herself off, and vainly attempting to clean Ron's face with her thumb and some spit, Molly smiled and greeted him. "Good morning, Sirius, thank you again for having Ron over today. I'm sure Ron would definitely prefer you and Harry to the pediatrics ward at St. Mungo's. Ginevra is due for a check up."
"My pleasure, Molly. Harry loves it when Ron comes over, and we both sleep fabulously afterwards," Sirius said, grinning widely.
"You mind Sirius now, alright Ron? No funny business. Understand?"
At the boys nod she smiled. "Good boy. Now, Sirius, I gave him a big bowl of porridge this morning but he didn't eat much. Think he was excited to come over, so he may get a bit hungry in a bit. He's been very good about using the potty lately, but he's wearing a nappie just in case, and there are some extras here in this bag. Other than that things should all go smoothly."
"I've got it all under control, Molly. Now you should be going, can't have Ginevra late for her check up."
"Alright, thanks again. Give mummy a kiss Ronnie."
When Molly had left, Sirius led Ron to the back yard, where Harry was playing with Snitch.
"Harry James! You've got company!"
Harry, who had been waiting rather impatiently for Ron's arrival, immediately broke into a slightly waddled run to where Sirius and Ron where standing. Grabbing Ron's hand, he proceeded to drag the red haired boy up the stairs to his room, rambling on about his new dragon dolls his daddy bought him that they could play with.
888888
"Daddy?"
Sirius closed his book and looked down at his godson, "Yes?"
"Wonnie and me want cookies!"
"Cookies? You sure you don't want some nice healthy apples?"
He took Harry's disgusted look as a no. "I don't think we've got any, kid. I suppose I could make some. Can you wait half an hour?"
"How long is that, agin?"
"Hmmm, well, Ron's been here for four half hours, if that helps."
"Oh. That's not so long. Won and I will wait."
"My mummy let's me mix the cwookie dough!" Ron chipped in, a proud smile on his small, freckled face.
"Does she? Well you must be quite the big boy to get that job!"
"Yup! 'm nearly a growed up!"
"Oh yes, definitely. Nearly as old as Professor Dumbledore himself! Come on boys, let's get these cookies made.
Walking to the kitchen and grabbing a random cookbook off a shelf, Sirius shifted through until he came across an appropriate recipe.
"Now, let's see..."
8888888
Twenty-five minutes later, Harry and Ron were found in the bathtub, while Sirius tried to get the flour from behind their ears. The cookies were quite the disaster, with a total of eight eggs dropped, one canister of flour flying lidless in the air, and sugar all the way into the living room.
Suddenly Harry started giggling, pointing to Sirius' nose. Looking in the mirror, he noticed that he had flour, water, and eggshell caked onto his nose. Brilliant.
88888888888
"Brilliant, Harry! Now, where's your nose?"
Giggling, Harry pointed his finger at his nose.
"Why, you may just be the brightest two year old in the world! But I challenge you this, where is your pinky?"
Harry proudly lifted his pink into the air.
"Amazing, utterly amazing. What's this?" Sirius asked, tickling Harry's stomach.
"Tummy!" the toddler screamed between laughter.
"Righto! Now, it's about lunch time, so let's go fill that, oh, what was the name of it again?"
"Tummy!"
"Ah, yes, that's right! Let's go fill up that tummy of yours."
AN: Wow. Wow. A million thanks to those who've read so far, especially to those who reviewed. And asked questions about the events in the future! Two reasons I love it so much, a) it makes it seem like the reader is engaged in the story, which is fabulous, and b) gives me some ideas! I'm currently trying to wean into longer chapters (my current personal minimum is a thousand words per chapter, but I would like to notch it up to two thousand) so hopefully that will work out well, though there may be a bit more time between updates. I won't answer any questions directly, but have taken them as requests so we'll just have to wait and see. If anyone is interested in beta-ing, I would be most grateful. Just email me. This chapter was, like many to be, was there essentially for fun and to be able to view the relationship. The "what's this" game is something my sister-in- law liked to use with her son when he was younger to teach him his body parts.
