We spent the rest of the afternoon getting used to the new situation. I quickly realized that my six year old mind was not a force to fight against. If I wanted something now, I was going to demand for it and soon realized that I had a lot less control over my emotions. One second I would be happily running around, and the next I would be grumpily stomping my foot about something. It didn't seem to affect Sirius and Remus that much though, they seemed to know how to handle my mood swings fairly well.
To my immense embarrassment I found myself placed in timeout before dinner for throwing a tantrum when I was told that I was to have a bed time. Me, a bed time. I have never once been told that I had to go to bed at a specific time. And it's the summer!
"Alright Harry, are you ready to come out of your time out?" Sirius asks coming to stand next to my chair that has been turned into the corner of the kitchen.
I sniffle and nod my head. Not more than a minute after being put in timeout I started to feel extremely guilty about throwing the tantrum I did.
"I'm sorry Daddy," I mumble staring down at my hands in my lap. That's the other thing that has surprised me, is how quickly I have accepted calling Sirius and Remus, Dad and Papa.
"It's alright Harry, you are forgiven. I just want you to know that it is important now that you get your sleep. Now that you are a little kid again, you need more sleep then you did before to help you grow. To make sure you get it we had to set you a bedtime, alright?" he asks, and I nod my head as he pulls me off the chair and gives me a hug. "Now, why don't you go apologize to Papa, and then you can help me set the table?"
After we eat dinner, Sirius decides that I have to have a bath before bed, so drags me back up the stairs. I really did not want one and started to put up a fuss before Daddy yells at me and gives me a warning. After being in timeout already once today, I know better than to test him so I stop whining about it.
"Alright bub, strip down while I fill the tub. I'll even put some bubble bath in it!"
As soon as I am in the tub, Daddy moves to the sink cabinet and pulls out a couple of bath toys and tosses them into the tub with me. There is a rubber duck, a sail boat, and an octopus. I quickly find myself distracted by these toys as Daddy scrubs me clean and then washes my hair. He then leaves me to play as he goes to my room and grabs me some clean pajamas.
"You ready to get out, bub?" He asks walking back into the bathroom. I nod my head and he indicates for me to stand up. He picks me up out of the tub and wraps me up in a towel. He quickly dries me off and dresses me in clean pajamas. "We are going to have to get you some new clothes before we fly tomorrow. Maybe we can send Remus so we don't have to suffer through the boring trip."
"How about a book before bed, Harry?" Papa asks walking into my bedroom.
"I'm not tired!" I grumble as Sirius passes me off to Papa. They both ignore me, and Dad walks downstairs while Papa carries me off into my room. Once there he grabs the book of Grimm fairytales off of my bedside table, and settles us both down in the rocking chair in my room.
I don't even stay awake through the whole tale.
"Harry! Please, don't look, close your eyes!" Ron yells at me across the room where he is being beaten. I know that I should look away, but I can't. I feel like I owe it to Ron to watch his pain and suffering. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't be here.
"Crucio!" I hear one of the death eaters yell pointing their wand at Ron. I finally force myself to look away, and look over at Hermione who is also in the room. Bellatrix is hovering over here, and I don't know what curse she has thrown at Hermione, but her body is contorting in pain. And then suddenly, she goes quiet.
"Hermione?" I whisper, unable to make my voice any louder.
"NO! HERMIONE!" I hear Ron yell on the other side of the room, and I know it must be true, Hermione must be dead. I feel a hand on my head, before my hair is pulled, forcing my head back and making me look up and into the room, and suddenly the image is changing.
I now find myself in the cupboard under the stairs, but I can still hear the cries and pleas of my friends. I try the door but it is locked, so I start to scream and yell, suddenly I hear Sirius' voice above all of the others.
"Harry! Wake up! You're dreaming, you are safe here!" I hear Sirius yell and I am jerked awake. Before I can even look at Sirius, I feel my stomach roll, and I lean over the side of the bed, throwing up. "Shh! Harry, calm down, you're alright," he says rubbing my back. "Remus! We need you in here!"
Dad then scoops me up and pulls me into his lap, rocking me back and forth to calm me.
"You're alright, it was just a dream, only a memory. Papa and I will take care of you. Take a deep breath now, and calm down. That's it," he says rubbing my back and soothing me. "Now let's go get you cleaned up while Papa takes care of your bed. Alright?"
And that's when I realize the most embarrassing thing. I am wet. I have never wet the bed before, as soon as I realize that I must be getting Daddy wet as well, I start to cry harder. I am horribly embarrassed, and I don't understand why Daddy isn't disgusted with me as well.
"Hey now, why all the tears. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone has accidents, it's alright. No one is being hurt by this, just calm down and we will get you cleaned up and back to sleep."
"No! I don't *sob* want to go back to sleep!" I cry out, gripping Sirius' shirt tighter. Before I can say anything else, he picks me up and carries me into the bathroom.
I start to calm down, and as I do I realize how tired I am. Sirius is quick to clean me up in the tub before slipping me into clean pajamas. I am slightly confused when instead of heading back to my room, we head into Daddy and Papa's room.
Daddy sits down on the bed and hugs me close. He adjusts his position so that his back is against the headboard and then pulls the blankets up so they cover both of us. Papa then comes in with a glass of warm milk which he hands to me. I am reluctant to fall back asleep, but I can't fight the pull very long.
When I wake up in the morning, it is to feel well rested, more rested then I have ever felt before on a night that I had a nightmare. I lie still for a moment, just soaking in the comfort I am feeling, and that is when I realize that my pillow is moving. I open my eyes to realize that I am laying on Daddy's chest, with my head slowly rising and falling as he breathes.
"Good morning pup," he whispers to me, while rubbing my back. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm ok," I mumble into his chest.
"Come now, let's go get some breakfast. Remus went to the store to buy you some new clothes that we can pack and take with us. We will have to buy more once we get to California. He should be back soon though. We have to leave in a couple of hours for the airport, so we won't have much time to waste," Daddy says carrying me downstairs and into the kitchen. "What would you like for breakfast?"
"Can we have pancakes?" I ask, and I realize that trusting Sirius and Remus may have been the best decision I have ever made.