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Sugar and Spice	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 1635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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Chapter 4; The Feeling of Desertion
Harry stirred awake from his sister's cries. He sat up in his bed, staring across the way at Holly's crib. The boy covered his ears in annoyance. What was wrong with her? Why was she crying? Why did she have to wake him up?
He climbed out of bed, wincing at the high pitched wails. Harry stood on his tiptoes and, using the light from the magical night light that his dad had gotten him, he peered through the bars to the crib to look at Holly. Her tongue stuck out and her eyes were shut tightly in her fit. She kicked her legs unhappily.
"Shhh!" Harry scolded with narrow eyes. "You'll wake up Mum and Dad!" And that was when the main light was turned on and James walked in, his eyes were barely open.
"Harry?" He said through a yawn. "What are you doing up?"
Harry smacked a hand to his forehead at his dad's question. "Holly woke me up!" He grumbled. "She took my room, and, now, she's take my sleeping!"
His Dad didn't seem to hear him though. He was too busy trying to cease Holly's crying. He checked the baby for a wet nappy, before conjuring up a bottle and sitting down in a chair.
Harry climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over him and watched his Dad feed Holly. He spoke softly to her, commenting on her looks. Holly was happy with this and it wasn't long before James put her back into her crib to sleep.
"Night night, baby girl." He said softly and left the room.
Harry crossed his arms over his chest with a huff. His had Dad barely said hi to him, but he was tired, and wouldn't let that bother him too much. He lay back down and turned from Holly's crib. Harry yawned, and minutes later he was dreaming about playing Quiddich with his dad.
Holly woke Harry up many times more that night, and Harry was upset by it. He took his stuffed lion and special Gryffindor blanket and went down to the first floor of his house to sleep in his playroom. There, he slept peacefully, and didn't hear Holly's annoying cries.
"Harry, baby..." When Mum woke him up, it was daylight. Harry squinted his eyes. "I don't want to get up!" he whined. "I'm too sleepy!" He ducked his head under his warm blanket.
"Why are you down here?" Mum asked sweetly.
"Holly cries too much." Harry answered quietly. He didn't want Mum to think he hated Holly- he didn't hate his sister. Holly was cute and Mum and Dad loved her, so he had to too. But when he learned that he was going to have a sister, he had thought she would be like Ginny, where he could play with her, and Holly would sing to him (Ginny liked singing). Harry learned quickly that Holly wasn't like Ginny though. All Holly did was sleep, burp, cry, and make stinky poopoos.
Holly was really no fun.
And she got all of Dad's attention now too. Dad hardly talked to Harry now that Holly was here. Harry felt like crying. Dad didn't want to play with him no more.
Harry sniffed. Mum pulled the blanket off him. "No!" He wailed, quickly hiding his face. "I want to sleep!" He didn't want Mum to see him crying! Big boys don't cry!
"Harry... what's wrong?" Mum asked. "Why are you crying?" She touched his shoulder.
"I'm not crying, Mum!" Harry told her with indignation.
"Are you sad, baby?"
Harry nodded, wiping his face on his pillow.
Mum gathered him into his arms, and Harry hugged her, finding comfort in her holding him. "Why are you sad?" She asked into his ear before kissing his damp cheek.
"Dad won't play with me anymore." He said into the crook of her neck where he hid his face. "He likes Holly better, because she's cute, and has his eyes..."
"Oh, Harry!" Mum cooed, and rubbed his back softly. "That is not true. Not true at all."
"I think it is." He told her glumly.
"We'll see if Daddy can do something with you, okay?"
Harry shook his head sadly. "He won't."
"Yes, he will." She said standing up, with him still in her arms. "We'll eat breakfast first though."
"Alright." He agreed distantly.
"You, sir, are going to have to pay more attention to Harry." Lily said to James after breakfast. They stood in the bathroom, he holding Holly as Lily dressed from the shower she had just taken.
James furrowed his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"
Lily took Holly from him, so he could take his own shower. She frowned. "Harry has a slight case of jealousy. You're going to have to fix that. He thinks you like Holly more because she has your eyes."
"Merlin!" James gasped. "Are you serious?!"
Lily nodded, slightly bouncing the gurgling baby.
"Poor Harry. I didn't even think it were possible for him to think like that..."
Lily hide a smile. "He is a Potter, James." She joked slightly and left the room to go down to Harry who was spending most of his morning in his playroom.
"Is she going to take my playroom too?" Harry asked grumpily when Lily set Holly on her belly so she could build up her muscles.
"When she's old enough to play, you and Holly will share the playroom." Lily told her son who was not expressing any happiness with that answer. She watched the seven year old give the baby a glaring stare before he went to his chest of toys to choose some things to play with.
"Why don't you show Holly your favorite toys, Harry?" Lily suggested.
"Because these are my toys, and she can't have them. They're too dangerous for a baby."
Lily scrunched up her lips at her son's odd behaviour, but didn't feel it were right to scold him for it just yet. It was just a phase, for all his life he had been the only child, and the centre of attention. He'd have accept that he had to share his parents now.
"Harry!" James came in exclaiming with an over excited voice for his son's benefit.
Harry glanced up before looking back at the Grindylow toy he had been playing with.
"I was thinking about going on a broom ride today, would you like to come?"
Harry looked up, a smile forming on his face. "Really?"
"Of course, son! Go get your broom! Hurry!"
Harry raced out of the room to the kitchen where the brooms were stored. James got down on all fours to kiss Holly on the head. And then kissed his wife a goodbye. "We'll be back in an hour, alright? You'll be fine?"
Lily smiled. "You know it."
"I don't want to share my room with Holly anymore." Harry told his father a while later.
"I thought you were okay with the idea?"
"Holly cries too much, Dad." Harry said sensibly. "And a boy needs his sleep."
James chuckled. "I'll talk with your Mum about it, alright?"
"Thanks, Dad." Harry said gratefully.
"I don't know, James..." Lily mused over the idea later that night, sitting in their bed. "It's good for siblings to share a room. Especially since Harry has this problem with her."
"It's only temporary, Lil', he'll grow out of it. Harry's an affectionate boy. He'll probably be one of them brothers that'll end up being over protective with Holly-sooner or later. For now, maybe we should migrate Holly into our room until he adjusts."
Lily bit her lip. "Holly would get too attached to us then."
"The guest room?"
"She'd be all alone..."
James shook his head with a scoff. "Lily... don't be difficult now. Harry spent the first three months in our room. It's no big deal."
"He had separation anxiety too, remember?"
James shoved a hand through his hair in frustration. "Then what do you want to do? There's only three options; pick one."
Lily huffed, irritated by his tone. "You pick one."
"I told Harry I'd talk to you about it. I think it's best if she were to sleep in our room until he's adjusted to her addition into his life."
Lily crossed her arms. "Then you get to break her from the anxiety she'll get when the time comes for her to move back out."
James brushed her hair back and nodded. "Fine." He leaned over and kissed her neck. "Just don't be mad at me." He said softly, giving her a puppy look.
Lily sighed and rolled her eyes. "I can hardly stay mad at you for long!" She then giggled and pulled him to her for a lengthy kiss, making him groan into her open mouth. "Don't even think about it!" She said sternly as he went to unbutton her shirt.
"Aww, Lil'..." he frowned playfully, but understood her reluctance. James brushed his lips against her cheek seductively. "Let me know when you're ready again?"
"You'll be the first to know, love."
"Hopefully, the only one." He said chuckling.
"I'll never tell." Lily sung out playfully before planting a kiss onto his nose.
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