Chapter Two
"Siwi?" Sirius's eyes shot open as he heard a small voice next to him.
"Harry?" Sirius managed to get out. Yesterday Harry was only sixteen months old…and now what?
"'wake Siwi!" Harry exclaimed, clapping his hands.
"Harry, what on earth happened to you?"
Harry looked confused. "'appened to me, Siwi?"
"You mean what happened to you," Sirius corrected him.
"'appened to you?" Harry repeated, looking even more confused. "Huh?"
"Never mind. Harry, we're going to take a little trip." Sirius put his clothes on, picking Harry up by the waist.
"Twip?" Harry repeated, his emerald orbs gleaming with excitement.
"Yes, a trip. To Dumbledore's office."
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"It shouldn't be long before Harry returns to his normal thirteen year old self," Dumbledore explained. "At the rate Harry is growing already, it shouldn't be long at all."
"So you mean to tell me that Harry has grown nine months overnight?" Sirius asked.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you," Dumbledore replied.
"I big boy?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Harry. You're a big boy," Sirius confirmed. Harry grinned proudly. "Well, let's go kiddo. You're still full of spaghetti from last night."
"Bye, bye, Dumb-dore," Harry called, waving to the Headmaster.
"You give me bath?" Harry asked. Sirius nodded in reply.
"But first, Harry, it's 'Are you going to give me a bath?'," Sirius informed Harry. Harry paused
"You give me bath?" Sirius smiled.
"Yes, Harry. Siri—I am going to give you a bath," he replied.
"No bath!" Harry exclaimed, squirming from Sirius's grip.
"You have to have a bath, Harry. You don't want to go around Hogwarts orange."
"No," Harry said again, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. "No bath."
"Harry," Sirius said in a hint of warning in his voice. Harry didn't say anything, just stood with his arms crossed and apout played on his lips. Sirius sighed and undressed Harry, bringing him into the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the tub, turning on the taps until the water was just the right temperature. Arms still crossed and the same pout on his lips, Harry made no other fuss when Sirius lifted him up and set him down gently in the tub.
"All right, Harry. That's a good boy," Sirius said. "Now, where did I put that shampoo?" Sirius mused out loud, getting up. A sound of giggling and wet feet made Sirius spin around, finding the bathtub empty. "Harry!" Sirius sighed. That boy was impossible…
"Harry, get back here!"
"No bath!" Harry exclaimed, giggling. Now he just thought it was a game, Sirius realized. As the nude Harry ran throughout Sirius's rooms, he left a trail of water behind him.
"Harry will you please come back here so I can give you a bath?" Sirius asked.
"No bath," Harry said again.
"Come on, Harry," Sirius said. He didn't feel like running after Harry just for a bath. "Fine then. If you don't want to have a bath, and you want to go around Hogwarts all dirty, you be my guest." Harry stopped running, and stood still, looking up at Sirius.
"You no chase me?"
"No, Harry," Sirius said gently, taking a few steps closer. "I am not going to chase you." By now, Sirius was standing right in front of Harry.
"Why you no chase me?"
"Because—er, just because. Now, do you want a bath or not?"
Harry gave a sigh of defeat. "I have bath now."
"Good," Sirius said, pleased with himself. He picked Harry up and brought him back into the bathroom, setting him in the shabby ivory colored bathtub. "Now while I look for the shampoo I want you to stay in the bathtub. Got it, kiddo?"
"Got it," Harry confirmed. Harry, with a mischievous smirk placed on his lips, waited until Sirius's back was turned. A giggle escaped his lips, causing Sirius to turn back around. As soon as he did, though, Harry splashed Sirius with the water from the tub.
"You wet!"
"Yeah, I am wet," Sirius said, wiping water from his face. "What'd you do that for?"
"You wet like me now," Harry replied matter-of-factly.
"All right, then. Let's just wash your hair and face and then you can get out. Does that sound good?" Sirius asked.
"Sound good," Harry replied. Luckily for Sirius, Harry didn't squirm when he put the shampoo on his head. "All clean?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Sirius replied. "Your hair is all clean."
"Face?"
"That too."
Harry paused. "I get out?"
"Yeah," said Sirius, getting up to look for a towel. "You can get out now."
"I want blue," Harry said, shivering as he got out of the tub, water dripping from him.
"All right," Sirius said with a grin. "You can have the blue towel." Sirius wrapped the blue towel around Harry, picking the little boy up in his arms and bringing him over to the bed.
"Harry," Sirius said, stopping in his tracks. "We don't have any clothes that'd fit you."
"No clothes?" Harry echoed, looking flabbergasted.
"No clothes. I'll have to shrink something of mine until we can get you some." Sirius took out his wand, muttering a, "Reducio."
"You can wear this in the meantime. We'll go out shopping as soon as your dressed," he continued.
"Nappy," Harry said.
"What?" Sirius asked, looking perplexed.
"Nappy! Nappy, nappy, nappy!"
Sirius's shoulders sagged. "We'll have to get you those, too."
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"How about this?" Sirius suggested, holding up a filly looking clothing of a sort. Harry screwed his face up in disgust.
"It dress."
"It's not a dress," Sirius said, taking a closer look at what he held in his hand. "Oh, wait…yes it is." He put the frilly black dress back on the shelf.
"You pick yuck clothes," Harry commented with a giggle. Sirius put on a look of feign hurt.
"I do not pick yucky clothes."
"Why you pick dress?"
"I—" Sirius paused, unable to answer. He didn't know that that was a dress...
"Dress for girls," Harry continued. "Yuck."
"All right, then. If you think I pick yucky clothes, you pick out something to wear," Sirius challenged.
Harry paused, looking at the clothes rack. "Hmm…." Harry picked up an almost brown colored trousers. "This, an'…" He paused again, looking for a top. Reaching out, he picked up almost the same colored long-sleeved top. "This."
"You like those, do you?" Sirius asked. Harry nodded. "All right, then. Go crazy, get whatever you like." Harry's emerald eyes widened, and his face reflected a look of, "Really?" disentwining his hand from Sirius's, Harry sped off into other aisles of the store. Sirius made sure he stayed behind Harry. He didn't want the little boy to "Go off exploring without his permission."
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"I tired," Harry told Sirius as they came back from shopping.
"Are you?" Sirius said, picking the boy up and laying him gently on the bed. "Why don't you have a nap?"
"You have nap with me?" Harry asked, moving over. Just enough room for Sirius to lie down.
"I'm not tired, kiddo," Sirius replied.
"You lay wiff me until me fall asleep?"
"You mean can I lay with you until you fall asleep," Sirius corrected. Harry nodded. "All right. I'll lay down, but I won't have a nap." Harry rested his head on Sirius's arm.
A few minutes later, Sirius didn't feel Harry's head on his arm. "Harry?" He looked up to see Harry sitting up in bed. "What's wrong?"
"I cold," Harry said, shivering as if to prove his point. Harry crawled up onto Sirius, tucking his head underneath Sirius's chin.
"…Siwi?" Harry lifted his head up, looking at Sirius who was sleeping soundly. Harry resumed his position, tucking his head once again under his sleeping godfathers chin.
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A/N: Sorry, but I couldn't help myself. I love writing those 'aww' moments with Sirius and Harry. Oh, and uh, 'Shabby Ivory' is a color, by the way. Well, thank you to the very first reviewer of this story (hug-me.) I'll update when I have four reviews. (Just three more…)
Oh, and if anyone is wondering 'Nappy' are diapers, not nap like going-to-sleep nap.