DISCLAIMER: Okay if you haven't figured this out yet, you haven't been paying attention AT ALL!!! I. Don't. Own. Harry. Potter. J.K. Rowling. Does.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay so I really don't have a good excuse for the wait except for the fact that I have had the BIGGEST writer's block EVER!!! It was so awful I couldn't make myself just sit and type. So, sorry I hope you like the eighth chapter.

Chapter Eight: Falling and a Trial

Sirius woke up Saturday morning to sound of squeals coming from his godson's room. And on instinct, the man was in the room within a matter of seconds, only to find Remus standing over Harry tickling him mercilessly, while his godson squirmed and shouted out peals of laughter. Sirius let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and smiled, leaning up against the doorway.

"Oh!" Remus said looking up. "Hey! You're up I see."

"Yeah, now," Sirius replied with a smirk.

"Oh… sawy Siwrius! Did we wakes you up?" Harry asked hanging his head guiltily.

"Yes you did!" Sirius chuckled. "And do you know what we do to little boys that wake me up?"

"N-no… w-what?" Harry stammered eyes wide.

"We GOBBLE THEM UP!" Sirius shouted gathering Harry in his arms and pretending to eat him. Harry's shock quickly turned to laughter as his godfather nipped and nuzzled him. He squirmed and squealed, in attempts to get away from man that was trying to "gobble him down!"

He finally wiggled free and raced down the hall, looking over his shoulder. He grinned when he noticed his godfather hadn't come out of the bedroom yet. Suddenly there was no longer any floor under his feet and found himself tumbling down the stairs. With a loud "bang" Harry landed at the bottom. Tears sprang instantly to his eyes.

"Harry!?" Sirius rushed out of the bedroom and down the hall to find his godson in heap at the bottom of the stairs. The little boy was sobbing. He came to the child's side in an instant, gathering him up into his arms. They only had about five stairs total, but there was no doubt in Sirius's mind that falling down them, especially at three, would be extremely painful. He assessed the situation silently; not wanting to make Harry any more frightened, and came to the relieving conclusion that there were no broken bones. "Sh… Harry… It's okay… Calm down."

"It h-hurts…" Harry sobbed miserably. By this time Remus had entered the room and put two and two together and sat quietly to watch Sirius soothe his tiny godson. He would jump in if he was needed, but for now he would sit silently.

Sirius gently deposited the weeping toddler on to the counter. "All right, Harry, tell me where it hurts," he said in a sympathetic voice. The little boy pointed at his right shin, sniffling.

"Okay let's have a look," Sirius said lifting the pant leg of the red pajama bottoms. "Oo yeah it looks like you've got a nasty little bruise there. Don't you worry though I'll get rid of it right away." Sirius bent close and kissed it, (inconspicuously flicking his wand) and the bruise vanished. He repeated this to the other various places Harry pointed to. "All better?"

Harry nodded, "Y-yes siwr. I'm sawry."He drew in a ragged breath and wiped away a tear roughly.

"For Har-bear?"

"Cwyin'."

"Oh, Har," Sirius replied. "You don't need to be sorry about that. I'm sure that really hurt. You had every right to cry. I know I would have!"

"Nuh-uh!" Harry disagreed. "I not ever cwy! I tant! Not lowed!"

"Well in this house you can! We all can." Sirius informed him. "Isn't that right, Moony?" he called over his shoulder.

"Oh yes!" Remus agreed, smirking. "You should hear all the weeping and sniveling your old godfather does in this house."

"Hey!" Sirius replied, emulating hurt. Normally he would have told Remus to mind his attitude in his house, but one glance at Harry stifling his giggles made the comment worth it. He brushed Harry's fringe back from his face. "Try to be more careful around the stairs, okay?"

Harry bit his lip sheepishly and nodded, "Kay!"

"How about some breakfast?" Sirius chirped.

"Finally!" Remus teased.

"Oh hush, Moony!"

That afternoon, Harry, Sirius, and Remus all sat in the living room. Harry was playing with his Dragon Set, while Remus and Sirius watched over him through their discussion. They didn't bring up anything important, just merely chatted, and Sirius couldn't help but think that maybe they were going to be okay. Together, they could make it.

Suddenly, the floo flared up and in walked Albus Dumbledore.

"Headmaster!" Sirius exclaimed in surprise. "What's going on? Why are you here? Is something wrong? Is Harry in danger? Is –"

"Sirius!" Dumbledore declared, holding up a withered hand to silence him. "Everything is fine, just fine. I merely came to tell you the date of the trial."

"Oh… well…" Sirius replied sheepishly.

"The trial will be held in three day's time." Dumbledore informed them. "Sirius, you and Harry will both need to be present."

"We will be, Headmaster," Sirius answered. "But you don't think they're going to make Harry testify do you?"

"No," Dumbledore said with a sympathetic smile. "They may ask to view a memory but Harry should not have to speak of his time with them."

"Good. Thank you."

"It is nothing, my friend. However, I have much to do today so must be off. Good bye, Sirius. Harry. Remus." Sirius and Remus nodded to the man in farewell, while Harry muttered a shy, "bye."

Once the Headmaster had disappeared through the floo, Harry turned to his godfather and asked, "Wats a twial?"

"A trial is where people, who have done something very wrong, go to find out what their punishment will be."

"Wat d-did I-I d-do w-wong?" Harry stammered around a fresh wave of tears.

"What?" Sirius exclaimed, shocked. "Why would you think you did something wrong?"

"Betause I has a twial."

"Oh, Harry. You don't have a trial. The Dursley's do."

"W-Wat?" Harry sniffled.

"That's right!" Sirius smiled. "They are getting into some serious (a/n: no pun intended! I SWEAR!) trouble for what they did to you when you lived with them."

"Oh," Harry mumbled, rubbing his tears away with the back of his hand. Sirius pulled Harry's hand away from his face and gently brushed the tears from Harry's face himself.

A/N: I know it's short! I'm SORRY!! T.T