"Feel better Pup?" Sirius asked after the tension in Harry's limb had gone.
Harry nodded silently, stretching his arms out, pleading to be held. Sirius obliged, situating the boy on his hip, with a reminder to relax, of course.
"Let's go help Remmie with lunch, okay? Look who's up," as Sirus walked into the kitchen.
"Oh, good morning Cub! Have a nice nap?" Remus came over to kiss Harry on the forehead, "Everything's almost ready except the salad. Siri, can you please do the salad for me?"
"Sure. Pup, wanna help me? Shred the lettuce first and then I'll help you with cutting the veggies, okay?"
Once the lettuce was in the bowl, Sirius took Harry onto his lap and gave him a knife, putting his own hand over Harry's.
"Start away from you and slice downwards. Watch your fingers. Good job! Okay, now the next piece. Gentle... Good boy!"
After a while, Harry's arms got tired, so Sirius did the last little bit and put the salad on the table by Harry, who sat in a chair at the table already.
"Hungry, Pup?" Sirius laughed as he watched Harry's eyes widen at all the food, "What do you want? Steak Remmie?" Sirius looked questioningly at his housemate.
Remus just made claws with his fingers and Sirius nodded understandingly.
Harry watched all of this sadly; he knew Remus had to go away every month, even though he didn't understand why. It was sad because he never knew if Remus would be okay or not when he returned.
"I don't want you to go..." he hung his head as Sirius placed his plate in front of him.
"Harry, Cub, we've explained this. I have to go. It'll only be for a few days. Sirius will still be here. I promise I'll come back, okay? Wizard pinky swear."
That made Harry feel a little better. Wizard pinky swears were more powerful than regular pinky swears anyway.
"Okay, if you promise..."
"I promise. Now get something in that tummy of yours, I can hear it growling from over here!"
This had the desired effect; Harry laughed.