A week later…

Harry spent all morning in the restraunt once more, rushing back and forth. It was about midday when his heart fell into the bottom of his stomach as the men who had been ordering him around came in. He happened to have no customer to serve at the moment and looked around in panic. His feet couldn't take it again today, especially not when he now had his babies kicking him, however weakly it happened to be.

He saw a man standing by the door, waiting to be served and Harry hurried over to him and sat him at table before he could be spotted. "Thank you." The man said politely and Harry smiled at him and continued cleaning off the table. "I've been waiting for someone to serve me for almost a half hour. The service here stinks most of the time. Don't know why I keep coming back." He said shaking his head.

"Yeah, well the tips here aren't so great either." Harry replied and the man laughed. Someone tapped Harry on the shoulder and he saw one of the older waitresses behind him.

"They're calling for you, good luck." She whispered pointing at the loudmouth bunch. He nodded and she walked away. He put a menu on the table for the man.

"Call me when you are ready to order and I will be right over." He said and the man gave a small smile and a nod before Harry turned and hurried over, the jeering and calling getting louder and louder.

He spent the next hour running backwards and forwards between the table and the kitchen, the man only calling him once to order and again to bring some salt and a glass of water. He was finally able to rest for five minutes before they called him over again.

"Anything you need?" He asked and the man gave him a wicked smile.

"Yes, now that you mention it, there is,"

"And what would that be."

"Kiss him for us."

"What?" Harry asked, suddenly wider-awake.

"Kiss him. Right here." The man said, poking his friend's lips. Harry snapped, he had taken enough of this now.

"No." He answered and they all didn't laugh anymore, silently looking at him. "It's not part of my job and unless you want anything that I can provide," He turned around and walked from the table, his other customer raising a hand to let him know he was needed. "Yes, sir?"

"Can I please have the t-" He didn't finish as a familiar voice called Harry.

"Black, come here, now!" The manager called and Harry sighed and put his book with the orders on the table.

"Can you excuse me for a minute?" He said and the man nodded again and Harry followed the manager into his office. He emerged ten minutes later, feeling worse than ever and regretting his sudden mood swing with the men. He walked back over to the man.

"Didn't go well then?" He asked and Harry shook his head.

"Someone else will be serving you till you leave, Sir." He said and the man frowned.

"Why? Where are you going?" He asked and Harry sighed sadly.

"My first job and I get fired." He said and the man frowned. Harry reached for his book when the man stopped him.

"Hold on, did you do these?" He asked looking through the notepad at the designs and Harry nodded, blushed and tried to take it again.

"They're not very good but it-" He got cut off.

"Not good? They're excellent. Listen, I work for a company that sells the designs of young wizards and witches such as yourself. Here's my number, call me and we'll organize a meeting. Ask for Emmanuel Issacs." Harry thanked him eagerly and packed up his stuff, almost running home.

Sirius had left work early that day, ready to finally tell Harry to quit. He was walking home and got the surprise of his life when Harry came running down the street excitedly. Sirius stopped and raised an eyebrow.

"Harry? Are you ok?" He asked and Harry leapt into his arms. He laughed and spun him around. "What are you so happy about? Something good at work?"

"No I got fired, but you'll never guess what else happened." Harry told him of Emmanuel and Sirius put him down and picked him in arms rather, carrying Harry home despite his protests that he was too heavy.

"Nonsense, you forgot who carried you when you went into pre-labor with our last little monster, speaking of which, said monster is waiting for us to come home." Harry laughed and rested his head against Sirius's chest, putting his arms around his neck, not aware that Sirius wasn't happy about his offer of a new job. Sirius was in fact delighted to have his full-time mother for his children back. Unknowing to him how short that would last…


Not the most exciting chapter, I know, but I need to get these things out the way before moving onto the exciting, angsty, shocking, stuff I'll be told is OOC.

The review amount once again has dropped, this time to eleven. It's not hard to give me some feedback, even just 'more soon'. From all the people I've given previews to on msn, which I do a lot to check that it's notgettingboring (and because I'm kak at keeping secrets), say the sequel to this sounds 'awesome' in madamblack's own word. But if people don't care enough to tell me what they think, what's the bothering in writing it? I might as well go back to my once a month updates...

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Next chapter:Sirius does something that shocks himself and Harry and could cause some trouble in later life for Crosby. Then, as if things couldn't get any worse, a healer's appointment couldget Harry in some serious trouble and a new bedroom fetish is born!