If there is a letter missing or a misspelling in Harry's speech,

That is to show the way he pronounces the word…

He is little, he misses the correct pronunciation at times.

Chapter Fifteen

Falling, Flying, and Fathers

The scream shot through him, he knew that cry, it was pain. What could he possibly have done now? He took the stairs two at a time, rushing to the first door off the landing where Harry was wailing. He shoved the door open to find the raven haired little boy lying on his back in front of the wardrobe, clutching his arm and crying.

"What happened?" he asked frantically.

Harry screamed in response. He looked him over briefly, deciding that it would be alright to actually move him, he picked him up and carried him downstairs. He sat him on the counter and took a closer look, the side of his forehead was already bruising. He ran a diagnostic spell, telling him that Harry's wrist was broken. It was moments like these, when he couldn't take the boy to a magical hospital without blowing their cover, that he was thankful for his prankster past. He, James and Remus had learned to fix broken bones a long time ago. Though, he knew from experience that it was not a pleasant procedure.

He was going to need help. He sighed and sat Harry onto the floor.

"Hang on, I am going to see if Uncle Remmy is home. We will get your arm all fixed up." Harry continued to cry as he sat back down on the floor.

Sirius threw some powder into the fire and stuck his head in.

"REMUS!" he yelled into the sitting room of the little house.

He was greeted by Jessalyn's smile. "Hey Sirius."

"Hey Jess, is Remus home? Harry broke his wrist and I need help." He said grimly.

"He is outback in the garden with Sammi, we will be right over." She said quickly. "Put a chilling spell on it while you are waiting for us, it will reduce the swelling."

"Thanks." He replied and pulled himself back into the room.

"Alright mate, let's get you sat back up here alright."

Harry was still crying, though he was less hysterical. Sirius knew he would have to wait until they had fixed his arm to figure out what had happened.

"I need you to hold your hand out little bit." He said.

Harry shook his head, his lip trembling.

"Come on, I am just going to make it get cold, it will make it hurt less." He coaxed. Harry adamantly refused, he cradled his arm against his chest and cried harder.

"Hey squirt. What did you do?" came Remus' voice from the doorway.

Sirius turned and frowned. "I have no idea, I found him screaming on the floor, I was finishing up some paperwork for the office and heard him screaming, I can't get him to do anything but cry."

"That's alright. It is okay to cry. Broken bones hurt, don't they?"

Harry nodded, breaking out into renewed wails at his uncle's soothing voice.

"Oh no, baby boy." Jess said, scurrying in behind Remus. "I settled Sammi in the sitting room and silenced the kitchen." She added.

Sirius winced at the implied meaning behind her silencing the kitchen. "Maybe we should just take him to a muggle hospital." He said, looking at the tear stained face of his Godson, his hair was a mess, soaked in sweat and sticking up everywhere. Now to be fair, Harry's thick black hair always stuck up everywhere but this was different. It was tangled and matted from sweat and tears. His face was red and raw, and still screwed up as he cried.

"They will do the same thing, just by hand and he will be in a cast for weeks, you know as well as I do that we can do this ourselves. Do you want to do the spell or hold him."

Sirius felt sick to his stomach, it was much different putting a five year old through this, than a fifteen year old. "Can we give him a pain potion first?"

"If he'll drink it." Jessalyn said, knowing Harry's distaste and refusal of potions. Acting on instinct she held out her arms and lifted him to her, she sat in the chair and cradled him into her lap. "Alright baby boy, do you think you can drink a potion for me? It will make it stop hurting." She tried.

"Nnnoooooo." He wailed.

Sirius huffed, what was it with this kid and potions? He was worse than James ever had been, and that was saying something. Remus was shaking his head, obviously remembering James fighting off the school nursemaid as well.

"Alright, alright. Just do it, he will be alright seconds after." She said, turning him so his back was to her chest.

"You're going to hold him?" Remus asked.

"One of you hold his arm, the other heal it, you will be able to hold it more still than me, I can hold him." She said over his crying.

Remus looked at Sirius who looked extremely pale. "Hold his arm. You can't let him go though."

Sirius nodded, his face set. "Just do it fast." He said. "Harry I am going to hold your arm and fix it and it won't hurt anymore alright. I promise it will be really fast."

"Nooooooo!" Harry cried.

If Sirius didn't know better, he would have thought that the kid had broken a bone before. As it was, he did know better, this was a first, hopefully the last.

"Alright Rem," he said, gritting his teeth. "Ok, Harry really fast little bit." He placed his hand on the little elbow and on his forearm, forcing it straight, to which Harry screamed and tried to pull it back, only causing him more pain. Remus snapped his wand quickly.

"Episky."

Harry's resulting scream as the bone snapped back into place just about killed Sirius. As soon as Remus lowered his wand Sirius scooped him out of Jessalyn's arms and held him tightly against him, cradling his head against his shoulder where he sobbed into his ear.

"Shhh look it's all done, see it doesn't hurt anymore, it's all done." He soothed as he bounced back and forth as he had when he was just small.

"Stop moving so I can put a cooling charm on it so it doesn't swell." Jessalyn ordered, Sirius obeyed.

After several minutes Harry's screams turned to hiccups and whimpers, Sirius carried him into the sitting room where both Jess and Remus were sitting with Sammi.

"Hey little boy, is it better?" Remus asked, Sammi in his lap.

Harry sniffled in reply, as Sirius sat on the couch with him in his lap. .

"Now, what happened?" Sirius asked since he had calmed down.

"It hurt." Harry whimpered.

Remus tried next, "We need to know how you hurt it."

"I wanted to fly." He said simply.

"Harry there wasn't a broom up there." Sirius pointed out.

"Without a broom. With magic. I wanted to fly with magic." He said with a shrug, his small shoulders falling in defeat.

"But you can't do magic whenever you want." Remus said. "You know that."

"I did magic before." Harry protested.

"Yes but you can't do it whenever you want honey. You don't have a wand, you can't make it happen." Jessalyn replied.

"But I wanna do it now. I am five! I go to school, I can do magic." He said stubbornly.

"Harry, how did you try to fly?" Sirius asked, the thought popping into his head, he then thought of where he had found him. "Did you climb onto that wardrobe and jump off?" he demanded. Harry pouted out his lip and looked at his hands. "You know better than that."

"I want to fly." He said firmly.

"Then you use a broomstick, you have three!" Remus spluttered.

"No, without a broom, I want to fly like a bird."

Jessalyn was desperately trying to hide her smirk at the two men arguing with the little boy.

"Then become an animagus and hope you have wings. But until then you keep your feet on the ground or your arse on a broom." Sirius said, exasperated.

"Great, just what we need him to do, trying to be an animagus." Remus grumbled.

"Well I need a faster broom." Harry argued.

"Fine." Sirius said

"No." Remus demanded.

They looked at each other and Remus shook his head. Sirius looked back down at a frowning Harry.

"No new brooms, you are grounded from flying." After three years of practically raising Harry together, Sirius and Remus had become quite good at understanding each other's parenting choices.

"But you said yes! Uncle Remmy doesn't even live with us anymore." Harry whined.

"But he is still right, no flying. Not for a while." Sirius said sternly, something that wasn't like him at all.

"Daddy."

"Don't daddy me to get out of trouble."

"Uncle Siri…"

"If you ever want to fly again you'll stop whining."

Harry quelled under Sirius' unyielding tone. His lip popping out, and tears welling in his eyes. He climbed from his lap and ran across the room, throwing himself at Jessalyn. She lifted him and hugged him.

"They're mean Auntie Jess."

She smirked at the pair of dumbfounded men in front of her.

"They are mean, not letting you fly." Sammi piped up in her seven years of wisdom.

"Samantha Jade!" Jessalyn castigated.

"I can't believe you called me mean." Remus pouted.

"Sorry , but it was your idea." She shrugged, and turned back to her book.

0o0o0o0o

That night Harry was playing with his dragons on the foot of his bed when Sirius came in to tuck him in. He looked as if he was simply idly moving the figures around but was deep in thought.

"Hey kiddo, how's your arm feeling?" he asked as he sat on the bed beside of him.

"Fine." Harry mumbled. Sirius knew that was a lie, his arm would be sore for several days. He himself had suffered several broken bones.

"You know you are going to get to fly again in just a couple of weeks." He tried to pacify. "But, only on a broom." He clarified.

Harry shrugged.

"If your arm feels fine, and you don't care about flying, then why do we seem so miserable?" he asked.

Harry continued to look at the toys that sat motionless in his hands. "Pourquoi est-ce que je ne peux pas vous appeler papa?" He responded quietly.

"I am not Uncle Remus, mate. I don't speak French. I understood papa, that's it. English if you would."

Harry bit his lip, he often slipped randomly into French thanks to Remus, and school, Sirius supposed. He had gone to nursery school at age three and was now in his first year of primary school, he heard and spoke a lot of French. Even if his primary language was English.

"Are you going to repeat that or do I need to floo my personal translator?" Sirius joked.

"Why can't I call you daddy?" Harry replied even quieter.

Sirius' breath caught in his throat. "I-I never said you couldn't. You have called me dad before."

"Uh-huh, today, you said not to call you daddy."

Sirius thought back to the hectic afternoon, he sighed when he realized what Harry was referring to. "I didn't mean you couldn't call me dad. I meant that you couldn't try and say it all whiney to get out of trouble by making me feel bad. You can't use Uncle Siri or Uncle Sirius that way either. I didn't mean you couldn't ever call me dad. You know that."

Harry shook his head. "But I don't call you dad. And you and Uncle Remus say you are uncle Sirius. "

Sirius smiled. "I am your Uncle Sirius, you have called me uncle since you were born. Just like you call Uncle Remus, uncle. But you have called me dad or daddy before, and I have never stopped you."

"How come Uncle Remmy moved away?"

"He only moved down the street." Sirius replied, startled at the change of pace.

"But why? Wasn't he happy here?"

"He was." Sirius said slowly. "But he loves Jess and wanted to live with her, they have been dating for a really long time. They wanted to live together."

"I thought you had to have a wedding to live together? That's what you said, that's why Mel doesn't live here with us even though you kiss her."

Sirius blanched, this was too deep a subject for a five year old. "They want to make sure they get along before they have a wedding. So they live together. Mel and I already know we get along."

"And Sammi?"

"Well of course, you don't think her mum would make her live in the street do you?"

"No…Do you think he wanted to live there because he likes Sammi more than me cause she doesn't get in trouble?"

Sirius let out an exasperated breath, where did he come up with this stuff? "I happen to know that Sammi gets in just as much trouble as you, usually with you. And of course he doesn't like you less, he is your uncle Remmy. He has always loved you."

"How come you are my Uncle Sirius if I live with you and you take care of me like a daddy?"

Sirius hated these conversations. Harry bounced back and forth between anything that had been bothering him. Paying attention to one single thing had never been his strong suit. Sirius felt like he was watching a fast paced game of toss the quaffle. These talks were becoming more and more frequent as Harry began to understand families, since making friends at school with children that lived in what was considered a normal family.

"Because your mummy and daddy died Harry, you know that too. And when they did, they gave you to me because I am your godfather. Before they died you called me Uncle Siri, when you moved here, that is what you knew me as and that is what you called me still, so we stayed with it. And I didn't want you to forget who your daddy was."

"James?"

Sirius nodded and pointed to the picture that was still stuck to the night table. "Right, James."

"But I don't rmember him. I rmember you."

"I know you don't remember him. You were too little. But he was so much fun, he would play on the floor with you and fly with you. He would help me sneak you sweets and biscuits. And your mum, she adored you. I don't think she sat you down for months after you were born. Jamie used to have to argue to get to hold you."

"Does it make you sad if I call you daddy?"

Sirius thought about it for a few minutes before deciding on an answer. He pulled him over and into his lap, his superman pajama shorts bunching and the bright blue shirt riding up. He pulled it back into place and laid his face against his freshly washed hair.

"No, it doesn't. Not anymore."

"Cause you've been like my daddy longer than he was my daddy?"

Sirius was pretty sure the kid was trying to kill him by way of grief. "No, because he has been your daddy since you were born, whether he was here with us or not. He will always be your daddy. It doesn't make me sad because I couldn't love you more even if I was James or Lily. I love you just like they did, so it doesn't make me sad."

"So unless I am being bad, I can call you daddy? And at school, I can tell them you are my daddy?"

"Harry, you can call me dad whenever you want, even if you are being bad."

The little boy nodded and pointed to the scab on his knee. "Look, I fell on the playground at school yesterday."

Delighted at the abrupt change of subject, he leapt on the topic at hand. "I see that." He then poked several fading bruises on his shins and knees. "You have so many bruises you could be a leopard."

Harry giggled. "It is from playing football. And quidditch."

"And trying to fly off of wardrobes?"

The little boy giggled harder. "Yup."

"It is bedtime little bit."

"Awe, but it's Saturday."

"And it is after ten, you are up far later than normal."

"Can I sleep with you tonight? In case my arm starts hurting?"

Sirius chuckled at the ploy. "But I am not going to bed yet. I have paperwork to finish."

"Well I guess if you needed me to, I could stay up a little bit so you could finish."

Breaking into laughter he lifted his precocious godson into his arms. "Tell you what, since it is Saturday, and I know your arm has to still be sore…If you will take a pain potion, you can watch the telly while I finish up, and then we will go to bed."

Harry made a face. "Can I have chocolate milk after the potion, and maybe a biscuit?"

Sirius grinned as he lifted him and carried him downstairs, remembering to grab Godric on the way. "I think that could be arranged. But only one biscuit."

"And I can sleep with you tonight?" Harry clarified.

"For tonight, but tomorrow it is back to your room."

He nodded his black hair flying about and hitting Sirius in the face. "And then we can play quidditch tomorrow?" Harry said stealthily.

Sirius laughed. "Not on your life, but good try."