Sirius is left with little Harry Potter for a week. There is no telling what will happen!

Chapter One- Sirius Black, Father of the Week

“C’mon, Padfoot. Just this once! Lily doesn’t trust babysitters with Harry, she barely trusts you!” James Potter was arguing with his friend and, as far as he could tell, was losing.

“Oh, well, thanks for that piece of information, Prongs. Can’t Moony play baby sitter this time?” Sirius Black retorted back.

“You know very well tomorrow’s a full moon!”

“I won’t do it.”

“Please?”

“No!”

“Why?”

“I can’t.”

“Since when?”
“Since I don’t know one thing about babies.”
“Yes you do.”

“No I don’t.”

“You’re the Godfather.”
“You’re the father.”

“Harry loves being with you.”

“He’ll get sick of me after one day.”

“Would you rather Wormtail do it.”

“I’m afraid of what might happen if he gets within one inch of my godson.”
“So you’ll do it?”

“So I’ll do it.”

“Thanks, Padfoot. I owe you big time.” James said, smiling at his best friend.

“Yes you do, Prongs. So, one week before I’ll see you and Lily again after tomorrow?” Sirius sighed. ‘And one week of being mummy.’ He added silently to himself.

“O.K., bye Padfoot. See you tomorrow. Thanks again.” James said from the doorway.

“Bye Prongs. Tomorrow.” Sirius murmured after him before going to bed, knowing fully well that this would be his last night of proper sleep for a week.

“Pafooh! Pafooh!” shouted little Harry Potter at the sight of Sirius coming up the cobblestone walkway that led to the Potter household in Godrics Hollow. “Pafooh!” he screamed again.

“Hey there, Prongs Junior!” Sirius said as he picked up Harry and threw him up in the air and brought him down to rest on his shoulder.

“’Gin! ‘Gin, Pafooh!” Harry gurgled, smiling down at him from his perch.

“In a second, Harry. We have all week to do that.” Sirius smiled and laughed. “If you aren’t your father’s double I don’t know what the world’s coming to.”

“Hi, Padfoot. Ready for a week of fun with little Harry?” James asked as Sirius walked into the kitchen. “What about you, Harry? Think you can control your Godfather?” He asked, taking Harry into his own arms. Harry laughed and drooled in response. “I’ll take that as a yes. Ah, there you are Lil. Ready to go yet?” He said, turning his head to look the stairs behind Sirius.

“Yeah. I think.” James Potter’s wife, Lily, was heaving down what seemed to be about ten suitcases and, by the looks of it, was about to fall.

“Hi, Lily. Let me help you with those.” Sirius said, going up the stairs about 3 steps to grab a few suitcases from the gorgeous red head. “So, trust me to watch my Godson for a week?”

“Yes, but just barely.” She said causing Sirius to smirk. “I made a list of emergency phone numbers, instructions, and a list of everything and where they are. Hopefully that’s enough to keep even you two out of that much trouble for a week.”

“Um, Lily? Why is the Minister of Magic on here? And Dumbledore?” Sirius asked, his eyebrow rose in a hint of annoyance above his smoky grey eyes while he scanned the list that was just handed to him.

“You can never be too careful.” Lily remarked, grabbing the list and checking it over again. “Alright, I think every thing is on there. Okay then. I’ll put this stuff in the car. Locomotor Suitcases!” She said, using the familiar incantation to lift the trunks off the ground.

“Well, she did get everything down on the list.” James said, looking at the miniscule writing on the paper.

“Yeah, everything she could think of.” Said Sirius.

“Alright, James. I’m ready to go.” Lily said, coming in at the arched doorway. “Let me say goodbye to my Harry-Warry-Pookins first.” She said, picking Harry up from his playpen where he was playing with blocks. “Bye-bye, baby Harry.” She said in a silly tone, a tone only mothers could use with their tiny children to not make them sound like they belonged at St. Mungo’s Center for Injuries and Magical Maladies. “You be good for Unkie Sirius and be a good boy. Mummy’s going to miss her Harry-Poo!” With a final peck on his forehead, Lily finally set Harry down in Sirius’ arms. “Now I’m ready, Jamesy. Let’s go. Bye Harry, bye Sirius. Behave yourselves.” With a final goodbye to Harry, she walked off to the car. Sirius watched the car drive away up the hill as he held the now quiet Harry.

“Well, Harry. What’s going to be our first action-packed fun-filled adventure for this week?” when he got no reply, he looked down and saw that Harry had fallen asleep. “Okay. Napping isn’t exactly what I had expected, but it’s gonna have to do.” Sirius sighed as he walked up the stairs to Harry’s nursery. ‘It’s going to be a very long week.’ Sirius thought. ‘A very long week.’ He thought again as he laid Harry down in his crib, his messy black hair flying in all directions, his jade green eyes closed in sleep, his tiny thumb in his mouth. As Sirius saw all of this, he couldn’t help but think he was an extremely lucky wizard to be the Godfather of this sweet one-year-old.

Chapter 2- Disappearing Morning

Sirius Black woke up with a start on Monday morning. ‘Where am I?’ Sirius thought. ‘Oh. Playing mummy.’ “Alright then, time to wake up Harry.” He said, getting out of the bed and walking the hallway from the guest bedroom to the blue nursery door. “Harry?” he said, opening the door. “Wake up, Pronglet!”

No gurgles or ‘Pafooh’ awaited him this time; instead, he walked into the room to find an empty crib, no Harry in sight. “H-Harry? Where are y-you? C’mon now, Pronglet! You’re scaring me!” He stuttered as he became more frantic. “Harry?” he said again, making a stupid attempt to find him by looking under the flattened sheets.

‘Oh no! No, no, no! James is going to kill me!’ Sirius thought, looking in all possible nooks and crannies in the room. ‘Come on, Harry! Where are you, kid?’

“Pafooh!” a laughing voice sounded. A voice from somewhere in the room that was seemingly empty except for the extremely worried Sirius.

“Harry? Where are you?” Sirius said, now becoming sick to his stomach with fear. “Harry! This isn’t funny.”

“Pafooh funny!” the voice sounded again, now giggling.

‘Of course!’ Sirius thought. ‘Padfoot!’ with a faint pop, where Sirius had been standing, there was now a large black dog. The dog’s ears were perked, and nose was sniffing frantically like a rabbits. ‘Alright, Harry. Come out, come out, wherever you are!’

“Pafooh doggy! Woof woof!” The invisible Harry sounded out.

‘You are so much like your father.’ Sirius thought. ‘He would have done the same thing if he were you just to scare me.’ The dog’s jaws were now clamped around what looked like thin air. He jerked his head and he now held a silvery colored invisibility cloak, a laughing baby Harry now rolling on the floor in a fit of hysterical giggles.

“Ha, ha. Very funny, Harry.” Sirius said as he transformed from a dog into a human again. But he still couldn’t help but to suppress a smile. “Now, are you hungry?”

“Harry hungy!” He shouted, reaching up for Sirius.

Sirius bent down to get him when the doorbell rang out. “Okay, lets go see who that is, shall we Harry?”

When they got down to the living room, the doorbell rang again. “Coming!” Sirius yelled, running to the door with a still giggling baby in his arms.

He opened the door, and there stood an extremely tired Remus Lupin. “Hello, Sirius.” He said, yawning very deeply.

“Had a rough night, Moony?” Sirius questioned him, smiling at the sight of his friend, no matter how pitiful his friend may be at that time.

“Yup. Full moon. Rotten time.” He replied drowsily. “Just checking on you. Everythin’ alright?”

“Yeah, Moony. Fine.” Sirius replied, the faintest trace of annoyance knowing that Lily set Remus up to this.

“Moony!” Harry shouted, now reaching out to Remus. “Moony! Moony!”

“Hi there Harry.” Moony said, a faint smile appearing on his face. “Sorry, I’m too tired to hold you.”

“Moony, you better get home and get some rest.”

“Alright then, I’ll be on my way.” He replied, turning on his heel and limping slightly as he walked. Sirius watched him take out his wand and mumble the spell for Apparation, and a crackle was sounded before he disappeared out of thin air.

As he Disapparated, Harry called out to him, “Bye bye Moony!”

“Now,” Sirius said, turning the giggling, black haired one year old over in his arms to face him. “What say you we get some brea—What is that smell?” he interrupted his own words as a putrid smell was cast over the vicinity. Harry laughed as he watched his Godfather make disgusted faces.

“Diapy!” Harry giggled as Sirius struggled to find what the smell was and then his face wrenched over with almost terror as he realized what ‘diapy’ meant.

“No! No, no, oh no!” he stammered as he set the ever-laughing Harry in his paisley playpen. ‘I don’t care if Lily left instructions! No way am I changing a diaper!”

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the hall. “Hello! Sirius! Harry!” yelled the old-sounding voice as it drew near the door entering the adjoining sitting room and kitchen.

“Headmaster?” Sirius gasped, unsure of his luck. “Professor Dumbledore?”

“Ah, there you are Sirius!” said the white haired, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmaster, and one of the greatest wizards of all time. “What is that smell?” Dumbledore questioned, pinching his long nose.

“It’s… It’s, umm… Headmaster, I need help.” Sirius muttered.

“Of course, Mr. Black, of course. What is it?” Dumbledore said, still holding his nose to block out the nasty smell infiltrating the room.

“It’s Harry. His diaper, actually.”

“Ah, no problem, Sirius. Disposia Diaperco! You may want to remember that one. Comes in very handy.” Dumbledore smiled as he put his wand back in his robes pocket.

“Yes, Professor. I think I might.” Sirius said, awing at how Harry’s dirty diaper had disappeared.

“So, Sirius, everything all right? Ah, and Harry, your mummy told me to check on you!” Dumbledore said, Harry trying to grab the Headmasters snow white beard. “It seems everything is on its foundation, I best be off.”

“Of course, Sir. Goodbye.” Sirius said, snapping out of what seemed like a trance.

“Goodbye.” Dumbledore said, Apparating out of the nursery. Apparently, today must be a day for quick visits.

“Pafooh! Harry hungy! Harry hungy!” Harry’s voice broke the small silence after the Headmaster left.

“Okay, Harry, okay.” Sirius said, walking over to pick up Harry, who was reaching up to his Godfather, imitating his stomach and making lion growling noises.

As they walked into the kitchen, another note from Lily met his eye, as the pink sticky note was hovering magically suspended in the doorway leading from the stairwell and into the kitchen.

‘Sirius’ the note read.

‘Harry’s baby food is under the third cabinet to the right of the ice box.