There was a tap at Harry's bedroom door that jolted him awake.

"Yes James." Said Harry as little James came walking in. He looked pale and sweaty.

"Me be sick in bed." Said James.

"What!" Said Harry running into his sons bedroom.

Sick was all over the sheets, the wall and even the floor.

"Sowwy, daddy." Cried James.

"Hey, hey James it's not your fault. Now now. Shh." Said Harry hugging James.

"My foolt." Said James.

"Nooo. No it's not. Look you can sleep with daddy tonight, as mummy is off at a quidditch match. You get mummy's side." Said Harry, then he noticed James' pajamas." First we need clean pajamas."

Harry rushed James to the chest of drawers and started getting him changed into a dinosaur pajama set. But before he could put the top on him, James threw up everywhere. Then he began to cry.

"Oh no. James shh, it's alright it's just sick. It happens." Said Harry.

Once Harry had cleared James up and got him changed he went downstairs with him to grab a bucket and make James have medicine, which he threw back up. Then he raced him back upstairs and layed him down on the bed.

Harry began to clean James' room when Albus started crying. He raced over to Albus' crib. He had been sick aswell.

"Oh not you too." Moaned Harry clearing Albus up and putting him in his bouncer.

Harry then finished cleaning everything and lay weakly in his bed. He felt so ill it had to be made up. Then he had to race downstairs and throw up in the toilet. This happend the magority of the night.