A/N: Sorry if you got a bunch of e-mails saying I added a chapter 6 and 5 and then 6 again. I uploaded the wrong Chapter 6 and when trying to fix it, accidentally deleted Chapter 5. Needless to say, it is all correct now.
"I'm not hungry!" I yell when Papa puts down a plate of food in front of me. It's some kind of beef in a weird-looking red sauce, and there's asparagus! Who likes asparagus! That's disgusting.
"Nonsense, you barely ate on the plane," Daddy says sitting down next to me. Papa is across the table to me and Happy is on his other side, leaving Uncle Tony next to me at the head of the table, and Pepper at the foot.
"I'm not hungry!" I exclaim again, they obviously didn't hear me, or they don't believe me. Both of which are ridiculous.
"Alright, then don't eat it. But it can sit in front of you if you change your mind."
"I don't want to sit here! I want to go play!" I yell frustrated that they don't understand.
"Calm down Harry. You can go play in a bit. We just want you to sit with us for a little longer. We are just meeting each other, it's only polite to sit and get to know each other," Daddy says, and he lays one of his hands on the back of my neck, rubbing it in calming circles.
I fidget in my seat and adjust myself so that I am sitting with my legs beneath me again. It is so much easier to sit this way then to sit normally. I go awhile like this before Papa or Daddy notice. I look around the table and take in each person. Daddy and Papa aren't much to watch because they are acting much the same as they always do, but there are three new people to watch.
I turn my attention to Pepper first, and again notice that she is very pretty. She also seems really nice, and doesn't hesitate to tease Uncle Tony when Papa tells stories about growing up and spending his summer's with his cousin. Papa's dad sent him to stay with Uncle Tony and his parents to get him away from some of the prejudices that Remus had to live with since he was a werewolf. Uncle Tony used to spend the full moons with Papa, sitting on the other side of the door that Papa was behind.
Next, I look at Happy. He hasn't said very much since we got here, and seems to be listening to the conversation as much as I have been. He catches me watching him and pulls a face which I can't help but giggle at. As the meal goes on, he keeps catching my eye and making different faces at me.
Finally I look at Uncle Tony. He seems like a 'don't mess with me' kind of guy. And he has that weird glowing circle in his chest. I'll have to ask Daddy or Papa what it is for later on, or maybe I'll ask Uncle Tony himself. I am sure there is some kind of story that goes along with it, right? He seems to pay a lot of attention to the conversations happening and is throwing embarrassing stories about Papa out. It doesn't take long before my attention is drawn away from him again.
"Harry, we have been over this before. You have to sit down properly," Daddy leans over and says to me without drawing too much attention to me.
I ignore him, and sit up a bit more to reach my glass of milk. I take a large gulp and set it back down on the table. I don't realize it, but I didn't manage to get it completely on the table, but half on the table half on my plate. I let go and it falls over spilling all over the table and dripping down into my lap.
I quick try to jump out-of-the-way, but my legs get tangled beneath me and I only manage to fall sideways out of my seat. I fall backwards and hit my head with a crack on the floor. There is a moment of absolute silence, where no one moves or makes a sound, before the pain hits me and I cry out. I can't control my tears or my sobs.
Before I can even register it, I am scooped up into strong arms and pulled against a strong, broad chest. I know immediately that I am not in Daddy or Papa's arms, and that just makes me cry harder. I only want them! I turn my head and look up to see Uncle Tony staring down at me.
"You're alright bud," he says to me and starts to rub my back. I wipe my face on my sleeve as I continue to cry.
"Come here Harry," Papa says grabbing me from Uncle Tony, handing me Patches and moving across the room to sit on one of the couches. "Daddy went to get some ice, it will feel better soon. Did you hurt anything else besides your head?"
I shake my head and hug Patches close to me. Soon I feel hands combing through my hair, and I automatically flinch away and whimper as they hit a tender spot.
"Hold still pup. I know it hurts, but I just want to make sure that you aren't bleeding," Daddy says. He soon moves away though and hands Papa the ice pack to hold to my head. After a couple of minutes it feels a lot better, and my tears slow and eventually stop.
"I'm thinking it is almost time for bed, what do you think Sirius?"
"I'd agree. I think it has been a much too exciting day for some little boys and that someone is starting to reach the end of his rope."
"You know I originally planned on taking you two out tonight to show you the town. I thought we could just leave the boy here with Happy. I am beginning to think that is not how this whole parenting thing works…" Uncle Tony says walking over.
"No, it's not. Plus he will probably be up early tomorrow. I don't think tomorrow will be better than today, it will take a little while to get him on the right schedule," Papa replies.
"Yeah, I know tomorrow we planned on running errands and getting a bunch accomplished, but we might want to wait another day. No matter what, we should remember to make him take a short nap in the afternoon."
"What time is it Sirius?"
"It is almost ten thirty. Here, I will go get him cleaned up and put him to bed," with that said, Daddy picked me up and carried me to the elevator.
We went up a level, through the main room and down a side hallway. I didn't want another bath, but Daddy made me since I was still covered in milk from dinner. He made quick work of it though, and I was soon bundled into my nice warm bed. I barely took in the sight of my bedroom or any of the rooms we walked through. Now that I was clean and in warm PJ's, I was struggling to stay awake.
"Go to sleep pup, we will see you in the morning," Daddy says and he gives me a kiss on the forehead before walking out of the room.
I wake up again and realize that I really have to go to the bathroom. I quick rush out of the room and down the hall, and once done realize that I am thirsty. I don't know what time it is, but I know that Papa and Daddy are already asleep because their bedroom door is closed and the light is off. I don't want to wake them and I only want a glass of water so I decide to do it on my own.
I walk back down the hallway and into the main room. The main room looks very similar to the big room downstairs. This one was slightly smaller though and there were only windows on the back wall. The room is carpeted in a light beige carpet and there are three steps that lead up to the kitchenette. It is a slightly raised platform that is up against the side wall.
The kitchenette is small, containing a fridge, stove and oven, but they are all closer than down a floor. There is also a small table in the middle of the platform. The kitchen downstairs is almost twice as big as this one. The cupboards with the cups in them are up above the counters so I can't reach them.
I grab a chair from the table to climb up on and grab a glass then quickly fill it before climbing back down. I decide to bring it into my room in case I get thirsty again in the night so I won't have to get up and walk all the way back out here.
I turn off the kitchen light and head back to my room. I forgot about the stairs though, so trip and stumble down them dropping my glass in the process. The cup bounces on the floor before shattering. I stop and look around wide-eyed. I know I will be in trouble for breaking the glass! I quickly go over and scoop up the pieces and toss them in the trash. But now I have cuts all over my hands from the glass shards, and I even have one stuck in my hand! I tried to grab it and yank it out but only manage to cut my fingers on it more. By this point I have tears streaming down my face and I know that I need to go wake Daddy and Papa so they can help me.
"Daddy?" I whisper holding out my hands and hitting the door with my foot. I tried to grab the door knob but it hurt my hands to grab hold of anything. The cuts sting and I don't want to make it any worse.
"Daddy? Papa?" I try again this time a lot louder than before. I know that I have to be loud for them to hear me through the door. I think this one worked because I hear movement on the other side of the door.
The door is suddenly pulled open and I look up into the face of my very worried Dad.
"Harry? What are you doing up? Did you have another nightmare?"
"No… I just wanted a glass of water. But I fell cause I forgot the stairs…" I trail off with a sniffle unsure what else to say.
"What happened? Are you hurt?" Daddy asks and he goes down on one knee and starts to check me over for injuries. It doesn't take him long to find my cut up hands. Once he does he holds them out so that they are palm up. "Remus, we need your help out here!" I hear Daddy call back into the bedroom before he picks me up and carries me into the bathroom, placing me on the counter next to the sink.
"What happened?" Papa mumbles walking into the room.
"Go grab the first aid kit and then you can bandage up Harry while I check that all the glass is cleaned up. He has a pretty large sliver stuck in his one hand…"
It doesn't take long for Papa to return with the kit and then Papa and Daddy switch places.
"Alright Harry, this will probably hurt a bit but I need to pull out the bit of glass. Then we have to clean out the cuts… I promise it'll all be over soon," Papa says as he pulls out a pair of pliers.
There ended up being two pieces, and the second hurt a lot worse cause it was hard for Papa to get at. He didn't lie when he said it would hurt, and the stuff he used to clean my hands hurt just as bad. Then he wrapped them up.
"Did you get your drink before you got hurt, or would you like another?" He asks once he has declared me fixed.
"Can I have another?"
"Of course! We should check on Sirius anyways," he says picking me up and carrying me out to the kitchen. He then sits me down at the table and hands me a glass of water.
"I think we should add plastic cups to the list of things to but tomorrow. Just to prevent this in the future," Daddy says walking into the kitchen. "Are you alright now? Nothing else hurts right?" He asks me and I shake my head.
"You ready to go back to bed then?" Papa asks placing my now empty glass in the sink.
"I don't want to go back to bed," I say staring down at my hands.
"Harry, did you have another nightmare before you woke up?" Daddy asks sitting down next to me and he places a hand under my chin, tilting my head so that I am looking at him.
"No, not really… I mean I think it woke me up, but I don't really remember…"
"Well you know you can talk to us whenever and about anything right? It might help if you talked about your nightmares. We won't push it tonight, because we don't want them to be worse tonight from you thinking about it right before bed," Papa says picking me up. He exchanges a look with Daddy before continuing. "How would you feel about sleeping with us tonight? We can't do it every time, and tomorrow you will have to sleep in your room, but I think it'd be alright for tonight."
I nod my head snuggling further into Papa's arms before he carries me off to their room. He lays me down in the middle of the bed before climbing in next to me and Daddy climbs in on the other side.
"We love you Harry. Now sleep tight and wake us up if you need anything," Daddy says and they both give me a kiss on the forehead. I burrow into the covers and quickly fall asleep.