While He Is Sleeping

Chapter Two - Share the Sickness

Sirius walked up the stone path to the cottage that his two friends and godson lived in, opening the door without knocking and opening his mouth to call into the warm and inviting home.

"HONEY, I'M-" A petite hand slapped itself over Sirius's mouth before he could finish. "Ow Evans!" he exclaimed, pulling the redhead's hand off of his face.

"Shut the hell up," she growled angrily shaking her head, her usual bright emerald eyes dim with exhaustion.

The push door that separated the end of the foyer and the kitchen opened slowly and James came out with two coffee mugs in his hands. His round specticles were slowly sliding down his nose and he sent a frustrated look at his best friend. Sirius was still standing by the door, waiting stubbornly for a hello.

Instead he got, "You do know we have a baby, right?" in a sarcastic voice.

"Why yes I do," Sirius huffed, hands going to his hips in an arrogant manner. It's not like he could tell when Harry would be sleeping.

James handed his wife one of the mugs which she took gratefully, an expression coming onto her face that convinced Sirius that she wanted to marry it. He smirked at her, but it didn't stay on his handsome face for long. Now that James had a free hand, he used it to slap Sirius across the face. Sirius made an affronted face and touched his now red cheek, following with his eyes the two parents as they moped into their living room; James plopping down into his chair and Lily collasping onto their sofa.

"What was that for?" Sirius asked indignately, sitting down on the sofa at Lily's feet. The mug of coffee was still in her hands, but her head was against the arm of the sofa and she was already fast asleep.

"No more yelling in the house unless you're in here and see Harry's eyes open," James muttered drowsily as he used his palm as a pillow.

"Prongslet sitll sick, eh?" Sirius shuckled sympathetically for his friends.

James's head nodded as he slipped into unconciousness, a snore rippling through his throat. Sirius sat there for a couple more minutes, admiring the two's limp forms before sighing in boredom. He stood up and stretched, grabbing a handful of candies from the small dish on the coffee table. Sirius took the stairs quietly, making sure not to make enough noise to wake the four month old. His godson has been sick for five days now and it was beginning to take it's toll on his young parents.

Sirius entered the nursery and heard light wheezes through a stuffy nose. He smiled sadly at the little one and and walked over to the crib before carefully taking the infant into his arms. Slowly, he backed into the rocking chair and held Harry to his chest, placing a kiss on Harry's forehead to feel it burning up. Sirius rocked back and forth, murmuring a lullaby as Harry continued to sleep, breathing evenly through his chapped lips. Harry had a shocking amount of black hair that spread out in all different directions. Lily wasn't too happy about her son's inherited hair, but it seemed to be forgotten when Harry's eyes were opened - showing off his bright, almond-shaped, emerald eyes. And, when he wasn't sick, he had a winning, sarcastic, personality.

He had already spit up on three of Sirius's shirts and two of Remus's; probably even more with James since the father was with his son all day. Harry had also ganged up on Sirius with Remus during one of their babysitting ventures, covering his face with Lily's make up. He also had already learned how to fling his cereal around the kitchen and splash the water obnoxiously while having a bath in the kitchen sink. The Maraurder's most favorite Potter-gene, though, was when Harry would cry everytime Lily tried to scold him - and even on the rare occasion that someone else would. Everytime they would open their mouth to say something, he would cry out. As if knowing what Sirius was thinking about, Harry cried out again, squirming in discomfort.

"Shhh," Sirius sushed, humming a new lullaby and rocking to a beat.

"Paddy?"

Sirius looked up, grinning at James - who seemed like a small child who was about to fall asleep where he stood.

"Yes Jamie?" Sirius cooed mischieveously. He knew James was mostly asleep and wouldn't remember this conversation anyways.

"Lil and I are..." He yawned loudly. "Weregoingtobed."

Sirius chuckled. "I'll make sure to tuck you two in before I got night-night myself."

James nodded and slowly circled around, heading to the master bedroom where Sirius was sure Lily was already passed out in. Once he heard the door close and a spring in their mattress squeak in protest as James fell on the bed, Sirius looked back down at Harry. Carefully as to not wake the baby, Harry moved some of the black frizz from the pale forehead. He placed another kiss on the hot skin, and then pulled away. "I think your daddy's on crack," he chuckled, resuming the slow rocking in the chair.

So here's chapter two updating; and a bit longer. I hope you enjoy this, I kept the things people reviewed about most. Leave a comment and let me know what you think of it :)