"Don't tell me that I'm wrong, I sighed, digging the knife harder into the tomato then nessary. "I trust Marie with Harry."

"And Peter?"

"I was getting there. I also trust Marie enough to keep an eye on Peter. You don't seriously think that Dumbledore would agree that this was a good idea unless he trusted Peter, do you?"

"I don't know," replied James, stepping over Harry, who was sitting on the kitchen floor. "I mean... he's hung out with us for seven years now."

"So you should know him well."

"I know he's always been loyal, fun, and caring."

"Good."

"I just described a dog, you realize that, right?"

"Well he should be protective then, too." I put the tomatoes into our salad and brought it to the table.

"Well, let's ask Harry," suggested James, picking him up and pulling him to his eye level. "Do you want Uncle Petey to watch you while Mummy and Daddy are out at night?"

"Eh nabb," sputtered Harry through his fist in his mouth.

"James, he was on the floor!" I cried, exhasperated, ripping Harry's fingers away from his face. "There's germs on the floor."

"Then clean them up."

"You."

"You're the one who is worried about it," James pointed out.

"Yeah, well, when Harry is throwing up tonight, you can get up with him."

****

"And his second bottle is in the fridge," I told Marie, slipping on my shoes.

"I know. You already told me. Don't be so worried Lily. We'll watch Harry every second until you're back."

"Right."

"Come on, Lily, we have to go!"

"I love you, Harry. Sweet dreams," I called as James pulled me out of the house.