As Harry came back into the kitchen after putting the flattened boxes in the back alley, a jingling of keys and a happy squeal announced the return of Kit and Nate. Nate ran full steam into the kitchen as Kit came after him, frowning. She gave a look to Harry that clearly said 'help me bloody well unpack', and Harry complied as Nate ran into the living room, still squealing.

'I'm never taking him shopping again,' Kit said fiercely as they reached the car. 'It was horrible. He wanted to grab everything! We got to the check out and –' She let out a small roar of frustration, lifting four bags out of the trunk at once. 'Never again.'

Harry tried to stifle his laughter as he carried more bags into the house. Kit was putting the food into the fridge and cupboards, so Harry finished emptying the trunk. Nate continued running and bumping into the furniture, his squealing mercifully ceased, but a huge grin still plastered on his face.

'Oh, and I stopped at an electronics store,' Kit added, somewhat offhandedly as Harry entered the kitchen with the last of the bags.

'Did you?' he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Kit nodded, pointing to one of the bags she carried in. Harry cautiously opened it to find –

'A telly!' he laughed, ripping open the packaging and pulling out the cordless telephone.

'I thought we should have one,' Kit said, turning around and smiling at his excitement. 'All the instructions should be there. Merlin knows I paid enough for them,' she added in an undertone.

'Wicked,' Harry muttered. 'I can RSVP to Petunia now.'

The smallest of frowns crossed Kit's face. 'Good idea,' she muttered as Harry unwrapped the wires.

A tug on her jeans brought Kit's attention down to Nate.

'Lunch!'

Kit smiled. 'Alright,' she said, lifting him into the highchair next to his father. 'I'll make some sandwiches.'

Harry laughed softly. 'Don't stress your self over those,' he smiled, watching her open the bread bag.

Kit just shot him a look and continued making the peanut butter sandwiches.

'Why peanut butter?' Harry asked. 'I haven't had it –'

'Since sixth year,' Kit finished. 'I missed it, so I bought some.'

Harry only nodded, now testing the telephone.

'Cool, it works!' he exclaimed as Nate clapped at the sandwiches put down in front of them. 'I'll call Petunia now.'

Kit nodded, scowling slightly as Harry spoke with his aunt. Kit had already met Petunia at the end of sixth year, so they were not strangers. The thing that bothered Kit was the fact that Dudley (and at times Petunia) had been so vocal about the corruptness of teen pregnancy. Apparently, Kit being three months along had not fazed the specific woman and her son, and the birth of James Nathaniel Sirius wrought a silence on the Dursleys. The letter inviting the three of them to dinner was the first letter since her congratulations mid February.

Kit chewed her sandwich angrily as Harry re-entered the kitchen.

'Don't look so miserable,' he said as Nate threw his sandwich to the floor. 'She says she's excited about having a toddler in the house.' Kit snorted. 'I know,' Harry grinned, retrieving the fallen sandwich. 'She'll have fun cleaning afterwards, at least. And Dudley's bringing his girlfriend.'

'What?' Kit gasped as Nate threw his sandwich down again.

'His girlfriend,' Harry repeated, ignoring the fallen sandwich. 'Her name is Julia Grass.'

A moment of silence, broken only by Nate's banging fists fell between them.

'Why does that sound familiar?' Kit asked softly, getting up for a cloth to wipe to Nate's hands.

'I don't know,' Harry said, 'but I felt the same way. Of course, Petunia approves of her, so she's not one of us – er – you.'

Kit nodded silently, wiping off Nate's peanut buttered fingers. However, as soon as she released his hand, he began to scratch his side.

'No scratching,' Kit said softly, grabbing his hand. Nate yelled.

'No!'

Kit's eyes grew as Harry got up and lifted the side of the small boy's shirt. Nate squirmed, but the newly formed rash was evident.

'Oh my god,' Kit breathed, frantically pulling Nate from the highchair. 'We have to – Merlin – the hospital.'

Harry snatched up the keys as Kit raced out of the house and to the car. Sighing, Harry quickly slid on his trainers and picked up Kit's shoes as he raced out the door, vaguely remembering to lock the door.

'Don't scratch, honey,' Kit intoned as the three of them sat in the bustling emergency room at the near-by hospital. 'Merlin, what is taking that – that – doctor so long?' she exclaimed, standing up and beginning to pace for the third time that afternoon. 'Does it really take two hours to see a three year old? Honestly! It might not even be the peanut butter! It could be –' She paused in her speech and pacing as she thought of a muggle disease worse than an allergic reaction. 'Anthrax!'

'Keep your voice down,' Harry hissed, pulling her into her chair as patients nearby whispered. 'It's not anthrax.'

Kit scowled. 'I just want the bloody doctor to look at Nate so we can go home. I'm starved.'

'Me too,' Nate piped up, crawling into his mother's lap.

'Don't scratch,' Kit said automatically. 'What time is it?'

'Half eight,' Harry said quietly, waiting for the explosion.

'What? We've been here for –'

'Six hours,' Harry finished quietly as Kit deposited Nate into his lap.

'Mummy mad?'

Harry nodded as Kit furiously rang the bell at the nurse's station.

'I've been here four bloody hours for my baby's shot of whatever the hell you'll give him for a bloody allergic reaction –' She drew a breath. 'Let me see the godforsaken doctor already!'

'Number forty two,' the nurse announced.

Kit scowled. 'Why you –'

'That's us, dear,' Harry said quietly, smiling apologetically at the nurse.

Kit blushed. 'Sorry,' she muttered.

The nurse only shook her head. 'I get it all the time,' she smiled.