A/N: Hey guys thanks so much for all of the positive reviews! I just wanted to say that they have been really helpful and that you have thought of some really great questions that led me to some new directions with this story.
Yes I read them and I am not ignoring you just most of them will be answered in later chapters and I don't want to give anything away.
The only thing I will say in case it wasn't clear to begin with, is that Hermione is dead. She was killed when the group was kidnapped at the end of the fifth year, which I sort of hinted at in the first chapter. And yes, Harry was blood adopted.
So thanks, and keep the reviews coming! Without further ado, here is Chapter Four.
"I'm home!" Papa yells walking into the house.
"Papa!" I yell running out of my room and down the stairs, half dressed. Daddy had just managed to pull on my jeans before I bolted from the room.
"Hey cub, did you miss me?" He laughs picking me up and hugging me close, and I nod my head. "Now I think we should probably finish getting you dressed, unless you plan on wearing half your PJs all day!" He jokes throwing me over his shoulder. "I've got a delivery for you Padfoot!" He yells walking up the stairs.
"Do you want to finish him up while I go get dressed myself?" Sirius asks from my doorway.
"Sure. Pack your stuff as well. I'll entertain the runt while you do."
"I'm not a runt!" I yell from over Remus' shoulder.
"You aren't? Well then, silly me," He says tossing me onto the bed where he starts to mercilessly tickle me. I laugh unable to stop myself and beg for him to stop. Finally he quits, and while I am still panting for breath he changes my shirt and throws on my shoes and socks. "How about we go outside? We are unfortunately going to be stuck on a plane for a long time today, so it's best if we run off some of your energy now," he says.
I grab his hand and drag him down the stairs and outside. I spend awhile just running around enjoying the day, but then Remus transfigures a rock into a football for me to kick around. After a half an hour of me chasing the ball around, Daddy comes out and turns into Padfoot. I don't notice Remus leaving us and going into the house himself. Padfoot and I roll around and play outside until lunch time.
"Harry! Sirius! Come inside and eat, it is almost time to go!" Remus calls from the backdoor. Padfoot and I race back to the house, and I am proud to say I beat him.
"Alright, Sirius is all of your stuff packed? All of your boxes shrunk and put into the trunk that we are getting sent over?"
"Yes Remus. My stuff is all set."
"Alright, and I packed all of Harry's stuff, and I know mine is all set. You have your carry on? And Harry has his backpack. Do you have Patches Harry?" Papa asks indicating the dog plushy that he bought me that mourning. It is brown with a white patch on its chest, which is why I named him Patches.
"No! I don't remember where I put him!" I yell suddenly frantic. I run out of the living room and into my bedroom, but he isn't there. And then I run into the bathroom but he isn't there either. I check the kitchen, and Daddy and Papa's room but he's nowhere! I start to cry when I realize that he might have to be left behind because I lost him.
"Sh Harry, it's alright. We will find him," Papa says picking me up trying to calm me down.
"But what if we don't, and we have to leave him, and he thinks that I don't want him anymore cause he's all alone here!"
"Found him!" We hear Daddy yell from my bedroom. "He was hiding under the bed," he says handing him to me. I immediately hug him to my chest.
"Now be sure to keep a tight hold on him Harry, we don't want to lose him again!" Papa says carrying me into the bathroom. He grabs a tissue and holds it to my nose ordering me to blow. "Now go potty one more time before we go, and I'll hold patches for you," he instructs.
Once we get to the airport and security, we have about an hour wait before the plane takes off. Our flight is scheduled to take off at three in the afternoon, and to land at seven o'clock in Los Angeles time. There is an eight hour time difference between London and Malibu.
"Alright pup, I suspect that we will be boarding soon, let's pack up your stuff and go to the bathroom one more time," Daddy says, starting to clean up my coloring book and crayons.
Papa bought me a couple of different things that morning to try and keep me entertained on the long plane ride. We had a direct flight, which was supposed to last eleven hours. Most of the time that we will be on the plane, if I were at home, would be after my bed time but since we are going to be in a different time zone, Papa and Daddy don't want me to sleep for too long on the plane.
The flight shows a Disney cartoon not more than a half an hour into the flight, and Sirius buys me some headphones in hopes that the movie will keep me entertained for a while. His hopes are achieved and I stay awake and occupied through the whole thing. Not long after the movie is finished, we are served dinner on the plane.
"Harry, eat your chicken," Daddy scolds me.
"I don't like it. I don't want chicken Daddy," I whine at him. It tastes gross. I don't like it at all. It keeps getting stuck in my teeth and it is a strange texture.
"If you eat five bites of your chicken, and five bites of your green beans, you can have my cookie and Papa's fruit, alright?" I pout but nod my head anyways. I quickly eat the portion of chicken that I've been told to, but hesitate when it comes to the beans.
"Come now Harry, green beans aren't that bad! They will help you grow up to be a tall and strong boy!" Papa says trying to entice me more. I grumble under my breath, but I do as I am told, washing away the taste with my milk. Papa then passes over his fruit cup, and Daddy gives me some more milk and then his cookie.
"Are you full Harry?" Papa asks once the fruit and cookie are gone and I nod my head. "Alright, why don't we go to the bathroom and change you into some pajamas?" He asks and Sirius helps to unstrap me and pulls my pajamas out of my bag, before sending me off with Papa.
"He'll be hungry again once we've landed," Daddy says to Papa after we've returned.
"That's alright, it will be just after dinner time in California anyways. It will probably help him to adjust. Try to keep him awake now for as long as you can, and then hand him over and I can try for a while. We don't want him to sleep too much on the plane so he can get used to the time change," Papa responds.
Papa then hands me a small present that is wrapped in red and gold paper. I smile up at him and he tells me to open it. Inside I find to toy cars and a new coloring book that is of cars just like the toy ones. I smile at him and give him a hug from my seat. Daddy is now in the window seat with me in the middle and Papa on the other side.
Daddy helps me open up the toy cars and I can't help but play with them and drive them around on the tray top in front of me. It doesn't entertain me for very long though, there is only so much you can do with toy cars on such a small space. Papa and Daddy then get out my crayons and coloring books, which entertains me for quite some time before I have to start fighting sleep. Finally after about the fifth yawn, Papa tells me to clean up the crayons and books.
"Well we still have another four and half hours to go, but we might as well let him sleep. He just will be up early tomorrow. It is ten o'clock in London, I don't think we will be able to keep him up much longer," Daddy says to Remus.
"I'm not tired!" I yell.
"Harry! There is no need to shout!" Papa scolds me. He grabs a blanket and pillow, while Daddy pulls out Patches and hands him to me. Papa pulls out my book, and just like the night before, though I try to deny that I am tired, I fall asleep before the story is even half over.