When they returned home later in the afternoon, Kit was back to being in high spirits, and Harry had a new worry about Nate as August came to an end.

'Hey, I think we have a problem,' Harry said quietly as Kit made tea in the kitchen.

'What would that be?' she asked, turned to look at Harry's relaxed form in the doorway.

'Nursery school.'

A thoughtful expression crossed Kit's face as the kettle behind her heated up.

'We need to find the best,' she said.

'Of course.'

'So…interviews of all eligible candidates?'

'Sounds good,' Harry agreed. 'We'll phone however many of them and get the scoop.'

'Alright.'

Harry and Kit looked at each other. 'And while he is at nursery school, you and I will –?'

'Make passionate love all day long.'

Harry laughed, moving forwards to wrap his arms around her waist. 'I was thinking more along the lines of learning to cook and finding a job.'

'Oh good, I've always wanted to see you cook,' she grinned as the kettle whistled.

Harry merely shook his head, smiling. 'I'm going to check on Nate.'

Ashe climbed the stairs to Nate's room, he could hear him whispering. Confused, Harry slipped quietly into Nate's room and saw him on the edge of his bed, whispering to a squirrel, perched on the open windowsill.

Nate turned to look at Harry.

'Shh!' he whispered, putting a finger to his lips. 'Don't scare JooJoo!'

'Okay,' Harry whispered, closing the door behind him. 'Why is JooJoo in here?'

'He wanted to visit!' Nate whispered, grinning.

Harry nodded, looking closely at the red squirrel.

'I think he's hungry,' Nate said, now looking at the squirrel.

'I don't think so,' Harry whispered, advancing on the squirrel, which bristled.

'Mum! Look! It's JooJoo!' Nate shouted.

Harry whipped around to find Kit, stock still, eyes wide and staring, with the door open behind her.

'Close the door!' he said quickly, but Kit seemed to be frozen, and the squirrel, startled by all the shouting, ran across the room and down the hall.

'A squirrel!'

Harry tried to not smile at Kit, who was almost hyperventilating.

'I hate those – those – evil – argh!'

Harry raced out of the room, trying to follow the squirrel's progress. He saw a fuzzy red tail whip around the corner into his and Kit's bedroom.

Slowing down, he slipped into the room, closing the door behind him. The squirrel was perched on the end of the bed, looking at him. Slowly, Harry reached over, closed the wardrobe door, and slipped some drawers on the dresser closed.

'Okay, buddy,' he whispered, moving over to open the window. 'It's time for you to go back home.'

'Don't kill JooJoo!'

As Nate shouted, the squirrel fled under Harry's arm and out the open window.

'Oh.'

Nate's face fell and Harry turned from the window, shrugging. 'Don't worry about it, bud.'

His eyes met Kit's golden orbs.

'I'm going to go and buy screens for the windows,' he said automatically, and Kit nodded solemnly.

It was later in the evening, after the screen installations and Nate's tucking into bed, when Kit plopped down in the couch next to Harry with a list of names, numbers, and times.

'What's that, dear?'

'Nannies.'

'No.'

Kit shot him a look. 'What's wrong with a nanny?'

'I thought we had agreed he was going to nursery school,' Harry said calmly, tapping his pen against the newspaper in front of him.

'I changed my mind,' Kit snapped. 'I want him here.'

'No.'

'You won't even listen!'

Harry touched Kit's arm. 'I am listening dear, but think of the people we know who have had nannies.'

Kit narrowed her eyes at him. 'Like…Draco.'

'Exactly. Not good.' Harry said simply, turning back to the paper. 'And it would be nice for him to meet other kids in a fun, educational setting.'

'Fine. You win,' Kit sighed, ripping the top half of the page off and handing it to him. 'Here are nursery school people that you can contact.'

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Thanks.'

'And that brings me to the next issue we have.'

Harry looked at her.

'Our son has spots.'

Harry bit his lip, his eyes twinkling. 'Where are the spots?'

'All over him. Everywhere. Is he diseased?' Kit asked in a rush, her eyes becoming large.

'No,' Harry assured her, patting her arm, 'he's fine. He might just have chicken pox.'

'We haven't had any contact with chicken since The Burrow!' Kit exclaimed, near hysterics.

Harry couldn't help but laugh aloud.

'It has nothing to do with chickens,' he said. 'It's just a common, childhood thing that every kid gets once in his life. A muggle thing.'

Kit narrowed her eyes. 'I've never had them.'

'You might get them.'

Kit stood up. 'We need a doctor.'

Harry shook his head as she moved back towards the phone. He looked at the list of names in his hands. Next to each was a time, no doubt for an interview. There were five of them. It started at nine the next morning.

Harry sighed. It would be an exciting day tomorrow.

It was. As Harry stood looking out into the early morning, Remus slipped into the kitchen.

'Morning.'

'Morning, Moony,' Harry yawned. 'What brings you here so early?'

'A proposition from Mrs Weasley,' he answered, sitting at the table. 'Are you making tea?'

'Care for some?'

'Of course,' Remus smiled, leaning back in the chair. 'Anyways, Molly says that instead of you two paying for a day care or whatever, that you let her take Nate in the day and she will do all and more than the muggles.'

Harry smiled. 'That's nice of her. But we won't.'

'Didn't think you would,' Remus said softly, spooning sugar into the mug Harry passed him. 'I tried to tell her, but you know how she gets.'

Harry nodded. They all knew how she got.

'We're actually meeting some eligible candidates today,' Harry said, and Remus raised his eyebrows. 'Well, all of them.'

'How many?'

'Five.'

Remus rolled his eyes. 'That Kit is insane sometimes.'

Harry snorted into his tea. 'Sometimes?'

Remus laughed and Nate came waddling into the kitchen.

'Toast?'

'Sure,' Harry said, standing up as Nate heaved himself up into the kitchen chair. 'Did you want some, Remus?'

'If you have some spare,' he said, reaching distractedly into his pocket and searching it.

As both men's backs were turned, Nate lost his grip halfway up, and fell with a thud to the ground. Remus started and looked up, and Harry whipped around, his eyes on Nate.

'Are you alright?' they chorused.

Nate stood up, holding the edge of the table for balance. 'Yep, good.' The toast popped up in the toaster. 'Toast!'

They all laughed.

'I actually have something else for you,' Remus said as Nate settled himself successfully into his chair. 'Well, for Kit at least.'

'Oh?' Harry sat a plate of toast in front of them all as he took his seat again.

'Yes. Because Hermione saw Kit looking at her wedding magazines. And so she took the liberty or writing down couple of her favourite contacts for some basic, early planning things if Kit was interested.'

Harry raised his eyebrows at him over the top of his mug. 'I haven't even said anything yet.'

'But you will, and Kit knows it, we all know it, and there might as well be less stress after the – you know. Makes it easier on all of us.'

Harry smiled. 'Quite right.'

Nate dropped his crust onto the floor.

'Easy is nice,' Harry sighed.