Warning: abandonment issues, possible seperation anxiety
AN: While this is not part of Harry's cerebral palsy, or any cerebral palsy that I know of, including my own, I did have seperation anxiety while in 1st grade. The teacher would hold me until my tears stopped.
I have also laughed hard while drinking water, and thrown up because of it. So I have an idea where Harry is coming from.
Harry and Sirius woke up to the smell of blueberry pancakes and bacon.
"Who could that be, Pup?" Sirius carried Harry on his hip into the kitchen. Harry, knowing full well who it was, began to bounce in Sirius' arms, his tone kicking in as his knees squeezed his godfather's ribs.
"Hi, Cu-" Remus turned to face them from his place by the skillet on the stove.
"EEEE!" Harry screamed, temporarily rendering the man who was carrying him deaf in one ear, reaching for his other guardian.
"Hey, Cub, how are you?" Remus smiled as he took Harry into his own arms.
"MISSED YOU!" Harry squealed, and then he broke into sobs. Heavy, full-body sobs.
"Cub, I'm back. It's okay. Deep breaths. Want some water?" as he asked this and got his child some water, Remus motioned and mouthed to Sirius to get him a dish towel. When Harry got upset like this, he usually lost control of his swallowing reflex, "Take a drink. There you go. Breathe. And up it comes."
Harry screamed in pain as the now acidic water burned his throat and his nose.
"Cub, I'm right here. I'm here, I'm not leaving you. Breathe. You're okay, everything's okay. Shh, shh..."
"N-not c-coming b-back..." Harry stuttered through his tears.
"Cub, I'm right here. I'm holding you. You're okay."
Harry hiccuped as he shook his head, "Mommy gone. Daddy gone. Now Remmie gone too!"
"Yes, Mommy and Daddy are gone, but Siri and I have a long time before we go away like Mommy and Daddy did. We will always come back. Always," Remus rubbed and pat Harry's back as the eight-year-old settled down to whimpers and hiccups, "Let's get in the bathtub, okay? Get you all fresh and clean, sound like a good idea?"
"And happy," Sirius thought as he followed Remus and Harry into the big bathroom.
"Bub-hic-bubbles?" Harry asked.
"Of course, Cub. And in you go. Doesn't that feel good?" Remus asked as he and Sirius knelt by the tub.
Harry stared at the bubbles for a minute and then looked up at his caregivers, "Done. I want out. I'm-hic-done."
"Already, Sweetheart? Okay. Let's wash your hair and your face first. We'll go have lunch after you're dry, okay? I don't think the pancakes survived without us, what do you want to make instead?"
"Spaghetti?" Harry's eyes sparkled, hopeful.
"Sure, Cub. Do you want to help me make the meatballs?"
"Yay, meatballs!" Harry clapped his hands.
As they traveled back into the kitchen, Remus looked back at Sirius to see his friend shaking his head in amazement at their cub. Whatever the fifteen-minute meltdown had been, all traces of it were gone now. And they were all the happier for it.