Sirius was home alone with Harry, when Remus was at work, like Every single morning. He usually slept when Remus left, until he heard Harry waking up, or the little boy wandered to their room. Not always, if they had somewhere to go, he set an alarm, so he would actually wake up.
It was only a little over nine when Sirius woke up to faint cries coming from Harry's bedroom. He got up, swaying on his feet, just realizing the headache that was about to come. He quickly pulled on a jumper while walking to the room next to theirs.
“What's up, little one?” He asked as he opened the door and walked over to the bed. Harry just continued crying and reached for Sirius, who sat down on the bed and pulled the boy to his lap. “What's got you so upset, huh?”
“M-my tummy.” He whispered between sobs, looking up at Sirius, who wiped tears from his face, feeling his forehead as well, he was a little warm. “Icky.” He mumbled, resting his head on Sirius' chest.
“I know baby, let's get some food and medicine in you, yeah? Make you feel all better.” Sirius smiled, getting up with Harry still in his arms, trying not to jostle the boy too much. They walked downstairs and Sirius sat him down on the counter, taking some paper and wiping the rest of the tears from his face.
“What do you want cub?” He asked, looking at Harry, who shook his head, leaving Sirius confused. His headache definitely hadn't got better, and he was just hoping he hadn't caught anything.
“Not feeling good, huh?” He asked, brushing hair out of his face. Harry shook his head, new tears collecting in his eyes. “Shh, shh, no need to cry, baby, it's okay.”
“Let's get some medicine for you, yeah?” He said, picking the boy up once more and walking them to the bathroom and sitting him down on the counter. He went through their medicine cabinet, finding some painkillers for himself, but nothing for harry. “Oh I'm sorry, baby, we don't have any, I'll tell Moony to pick something up when he comes home.” He said with a small frown. Harry whined, looking up at him.
“What's the matter? Gonna be sick?” He asked, hoping he was wrong because he definitely didn't do well with it, Harry nodded and Sirius lifted him on the floor, and got him situated In front of the toilet.
He sat behind the boy as he started to gag, small tears escaping his eyes. “Don't like it.” He whined, not wanting to throw up.
“I know cub, I know.” Sirius soothed, rubbing his back. “Let it out, and you'll feel much better, yeah?”
“It's okay, everything's alright.” He whispered as the little boy threw up. He continued to rub his back until Harry turned away and started crying harder in Sirius' arms. “All done?” He asked and Harry nodded. “You feel a little better now, don't you?” He whispered, kissing his forehead and wiping tears out of his face.
“Cold.” He mumbled through a shiver, pressing closer to Sirius. It's probably his fever, Sirius thought as he got up from the floor with Harry in his arms. Flushing the toilet and taking a tissue, wiping Harry's tears and the corners of his mouth. “Let's get you all comfy and warm on the couch, sound good, baby?” He said, walking them to the living room and laying Harry down on the couch, pulling a soft blanket over him.
“I'll be right back, baby.” He smiled. He walked back to the bathroom, rubbing his temples and taking a couple of the painkillers and taking them with water. He found a bucket if Harry would get sick again. He went to the kitchen, taking two bottles of water before walking back to their small living room, setting the bucket beside the couch In front of harry.
“Just if you get sick again.” He said, opening one of the bottles and giving it to harry. “Drink, you'll feel better.” The boy sat up, taking a couple of small sips of the water. “You can go to sleep in a minute, I'll go get the thermometer. Do you need something?” He asked, getting tired himself, thinking he could have a nap with Harry if the boy falls asleep.
“Stuffie” he whispered, laying back down and pulling the blanket over himself. Sirius nodded, walking upstairs to his bedroom and grabbing Harry's favourite stuffed animal, it was a small green frog holding a pink heart.
He searched for the thermometer, it wasn't in their medicine cabinet, so it either was in their bedroom or the small bathroom upstairs. He went to their bedroom, finding a pair of joggers and fuzzy socks because he was starting to get cold as well. He found the thermometer before going back downstairs.
“Let's take your temperature, yeah? Then we can cuddle and watch a movie, if you'd like.” Harry nodded, smiling tiredly as he was handed the small frog stuffie. “Open up, little one.” He said, sitting down on the couch, sliding the thermometer under Harry's tongue and taking it out when it beeped. He read the numbers, 101.12, not too high, but he needs to get some medicine for him.
“Wanna have a cuddle?” He smiled, half laying down on the couch. Harry nodded, crawling close to Sirius, resting his head down on his lap. Sirius pulled the blanket over Harry, taking another one and pulling it over himself. “Whatcha wanna watch?” He asked, reaching for the remote.
“Cinderella?” He asked, cuddling his frog stuffie close and looking at Sirius.
“Good choice bubs, you like that one, huh?” Sirius asked ruffling his hair, Harry giggled, which was a sound Sirius usually loved, but now it made his head throb. Soon, his tired giggles turned into a coughing fit, and Sirius rubbed his back until the boy laid back down on his lap.
“Let's go to sleep for a bit, huh?” He asked, playing with his slightly damp hair, Harry nodded. Sirius turned on the movie, and soon he heard Harry's breathing even out and him fall asleep. He dug out his phone and sent Remus a text.
Can you get some medicine for haz before you come home?
He shut his phone, letting his eyes close for a moment. He woke up to Harry calling him, he looked at the boy, he had tears running down his face and he looked somewhat scared.
“What's got you so upset, cub?” He asked, Harry crawled into his lap and continued to cry, Sirius was confused because he didn't know what was wrong. He wrapped his arms around the boy and rubbed his back. Harry hid his face in Sirius' chest. “Gonna be sick?” He asked and Harry shook his head.
Sirius continued trying to comfort the boy and when Harry was a little more calmed down, he wiped tears out of his face with the sleeve of his jumper. “Just not feeling well, huh?” He said, more to himself. He opened his phone to look at the time and noticed a message from Remus.
Of course, what's wrong, is he sick? I'll try to get from work a little earlier.
Threw up and I think he has a fever
He typed, too tired to write something more detailed. He looked at the TV, seeing the end texts of the movie, so they had been asleep for about an hour. He looked at the time again, seeing it was already almost lunchtime.
“Let's go get something to eat, and we can watch another movie, sound good?” He asked, lifting him up and walking to the kitchen. Harry whined, still probably not feeling the best. “I know, but we got to eat something.” He said, setting Harry down on the counter. He decided to make some plain toast for harry and a sandwich for himself.
Sirius didn't feel the best either, and he was just hoping Remus would be home soon. He felt nauseous, but he guessed it was just because he hadn't eaten since last night. He fixed himself some tea and took a juice box for harry.
He walked them both back to the couch and opened the juice box for Harry and gave him the plate with a couple of pieces of buttered toast. He put on another Disney movie as Harry curled up to his side, nibbling on the toast. Sirius finished his sandwich, still not feeling the best, and he was exhausted.
After a while, Harry handed Sirius the plate with a half-eaten piece of toast and Sirius set it down on the coffee table, along with the almost empty juice box and his tea.
“How about another nap?” He asked, hoping Harry was tired, so he could sleep as well.
“Not feeling good.” Harry whispered as he created Back to Sirius' lap, with his frog stuffie.
“Oh baby, I know, gonna be sick again?” Harry shook his head. “Tell me if you need to, okay, cub? You cold?” He asked, and when Harry nodded, he pulled the blanket over both of them.
His stomach had started turning and eating definitely hadn't helped, luckily the pressure of Harry laying on top of him eased the pain a bit.
“Let's go to sleep, yeah? And when Remus comes home, we can give you some medicine and that'll make you feel better.” He smiled, kissing his forehead.
“When's Moony coming home?” He mumbled through a yawn. Sirius closed his eyes, rubbing Harry's back as the boy started to drift off to sleep.
“Not long, okay, he'll be home soon.” He said. Waiting for Harry to fall asleep before letting himself doze off after him.
The scene Remus walked in on a couple of hours later, when he had managed to get home earlier, due to Harry being sick, was heart-warming to see them cuddled together on the couch, a bit heartbreaking as he knew neither of them were feeling good.
He guessed Sirius was awake because his hand was slowly going through Harry's hair. He looked tired as well and Harry seemed to be asleep, but he wasn't sure.
“Hey.” He whispered to the room, setting a bag down on the coffee table. “Not feeling too good, huh?” He asked and Sirius shook his head slightly, Remus felt Harry's forehead with the back of his hand, then moving his hand to Sirius', feeling he was burning up as well.
“You feel warm, too.” Remus mumbled, brushing hair out of his face. Harry stirred in his sleep and soon shot his eyes open. “Hey hazza.” Remus smiled.
Harry brought his hand up to his mouth as he tried to respond. Remus was quick to grab the bucket Sirius had bought and hold it under Harry's chin just in time when the boy turned around. Sirius tiredly rubbed his back, as the boy was still on his lap. He started to feel more nauseous himself as Harry threw up.
"Remus.” Sirius said, swallowing thickly, looking at Remus with wide eyes. He hated throwing up and Remus knew it. Harry seemed to be done, at least for a minute, so Remus lifted him up and setting him back down on the couch, letting Sirius sprint out to the bathroom.
“Gonna throw up again?” Remus asked, looking at Harry and brushing hair out of his face.
“Dunno.” He mumbled. “Icky.”
“I know it's icky, haz I need to take your temperature, yeah? Then I can give you some medicine.” Harry nodded, already getting sleepy again. Remus slipped the thermometer under his tongue and waited for it to beep.
“101.3.” he read out loud, looking a little worriedly at him. “I'll give you some medicine, and then we'll have a little bath to cool you down, yeah.”
“No medicine.” He whispered.
“Makes you feel all better, little one, we can cuddle later if you like, deal?”
Harry nodded, still not wanting to take it, but wanting to cuddle with his moony. Remus went through the bag he brought. He heard Sirius throw up in the bathroom, and hated that he couldn't be in two places at the same time.
He found the bottle he was looking for and have Harry one of the pills and giving him one of the water bottles from the table. “Good job cub.” He smiled, ruffling his hair. “Bath time.” He said picking Harry up and walking them to the bathroom. He opened the door, not hearing Sirius any more.
He was still feeling bad and tears were running down his face, his throat feeling really scratchy. Remus set harry down on the floor, crouching down In front of Sirius and wiping his eyes and mouth with a tissue. He pecked his forehead before getting up and starting the bath for harry.
Who had crawled into Sirius' lap, where he had spent the whole day, Sirius didn't mind, he just wanted harry to feel better. He smiled up at Remus as he went to pick Harry up, who was already almost asleep.
“Go drink some water Siri, and go to rest, you're sick too.” Remus said, and Sirius tried to get up, but he couldn't really stand. Before starting to undress harry, he helped Sirius up for the floor.
“Padfoots sick.” Harry wondered, looking up at Remus.
“Mhm he's a little poorly, just like you.” Remus said, before starting to lower Harry to the water, who screeched as soon as he hit the water and almost started to cry. “Shh, baby I know it's cold, I know, but it helps you feel better I promise, won't take long.” Remus said, and Harry let Remus sit him down to the water.
Harry started to shiver, so Remus decided to get him out of the bath. He wrapped him a fluffy towel, with yellow ducks all over it. He walked them upstairs to Harry's bedroom, seeing Sirius laying on the couch on the way.
He dressed Harry up in some warm and comfy pj's. “Wanna go downstairs?” He asked, and Harry nodded tiredly. He walked them downstairs. He set Harry down on the couch, next to Sirius. “I'll be right back, I'll go clean this up.” He said, picking up the bucket and going to the bathroom to clean it up.
“Padfoot?”
“Mhm.” Sirius mumbled, opening his eyes and looking at Harry. He was buried underneath one of the blankets, but still feeling cold.
“Can we watch a movie?” He asked shyly.
“Yeah, whatcha wanna watch?” He asked, reaching for the remote from the coffee table.
“Sleeping beauty.” He mumbled looking hopefully at Sirius, who nodded, searching the movie and putting it on. Harry grabbed his stuffie and cuddled it close.
“You wanna cuddle?” He asked, and to his surprise, harry shook his head.
“With moony.” He said with a small smile. Sirius Chuckled, smiling at him. When Remus came back, he brought the now clean bucket with him and set it down on the floor, before sitting down in the corner.
Sirius rested his head on Remus lap and Harry crawled in, laying down mostly on Remus, who pulled a blanket over the still shivering boy.
Remus started to play with Sirius' hair, knowing it calmed him down, and watching the movie with harry. Sirius fell asleep almost immediately, and Harry soon after him.