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moonscarsandstars · 4 years

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“Can’t believe you agreed-”

“Sirius-”

“-it’s our first night off in the flat, Moons, why one earth would-”

“Because it’s being helpful-”

Suddenly, the door in front of them was opened, revealing a very hassled looking Molly Weasley. Her floral dress stuck tightly to her curves, and her hair was tied up in an orange bun. Her scowl melted into a relieved smile as she spotted the two of them, standing awkwardly at the doorway.

“Come in, dears, come on in,” she said breathlessly, waving her hand.

The two glance at each other, before stepping into the Burrow.

The warmth enveloped them, and the Christmas atmosphere was echoing from the walls, filling the house, though it was still a week away. A large Christmas tree that just scraped the roof was standing towards the corner, decorated with ribbons that had been charmed to light up.

Floating tinsel decorated the walls, except for the one that a small, ginger toddler was hanging off, startling Remus who heard a snort turned into a cough from Sirius.

Mrs Weasley just seemed to notice, as she started shouting in a tired voice.

“Charlie, please get off the tinsel! Bill! Bi-ill! Go play with your brother!”

Remus and Sirius heard a young voice shout “I’m doing something!” from upstairs, followed by a long sigh from Mrs Weasely.

“Well, now you see what you’re getting into,” said Molly, turning to Remus with an apologetic look on her face.

“Of course not, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“That’s what Arthur and I thought, and look where we got.”

Remus gave a small laugh, discretely elbowing Sirius who let out a fake, cheery chuckle too.

“Well, anyway, not much we can do about that now, is there? Arthur! Come on down, they’re here!”

“Are they now?” A pleasantly curious voice came from down the stairs, where Arthur Weasely was hurrying down in a scruffy but smart, brown suit.

“Ahh, they you are, boys! I was wondering when you were going to come-”

“Arthur!”

“-Joking, joking.”

Remus rubbed sheepishly at his neck, while Sirius stepped forward to give Arthur a small hug.

“Is the- uh,” Sirius lowered his voice, so only Arthur could hear. “Is the Ford Anglia getting on well?”

Unfortunately for both of them, Molly happened to hear, lightly slapping Arthur on the head, before picking up her purse and fixing her hair.

“Well, we ought to be going. Just try to remember that Charlie doesn’t eat soup- and- and Percy can only eat the muggle avocado,” said Molly, her voice getting louder as she walked out. “Not the magical one! Bill- also- he won’t-”

Her words were cut off by the slamming of the door, and a relieved whistle from Sirius.

“Oh c’mon Pads, she’s not that bad.”

“She- hey, Moons, is the kid supposed to be climbing the tinsel?”

Remus’s eyes widened, and he ran towards the tinsel, practically jumping onto the sofa to catch Charlie, who simply laughed in his face. He panted breathlessly, before giving a small smile to the child.

“Okay,” Remus breathed. “We can’t do that now, okay little one?”

“Bet you ten galleons it’ll be ten minutes before he goes at it again” drawled Sirius with a grin. “I like him.”

“Jesus, I thought I was the love of your life, pads,” deadpanned Remus.

“Who even is Jesus?”

“Oh god, forget it.”

Remus let down the fiddling toddler, and allowed him to run off to his older brother for another chance at pestering.

“I guess we’re alone now,” said Sirius, taking a step towards Remus, his fingers travelling over Remus’s torso.

“Pads, I am not going to ruin the innocence of three children by having sex with you in the living room of the Burrow.”

“They’ll be spoilt anyway-”

Remus stepped away, and dragged a hand through his now frizzy hair. Suddenly, a piercing cry rang through the house.

Both Sirius and Remus ran straight towards the room that the sound came from, only to see a screaming Percy, in a basket filled with blankets. Stuffed toys were being thrown at him by an overly excited Charlie.

“Charlie! No- he’s just a baby,” said Remus urgently, his tone getting softer as he approached Charlie. Remus shot a glare at Sirius, who was doing nothing but grinning.

“C’mon,” said Remus, lifting Charlie up and carrying him. “Let’s get you back to the living room with us.”

“Where’s Bill?”

“Shit- I did not say that.”

“Shit!” Giggled Charlie

“No, Charlie, we don’t say that word.”

“Shit! Shit!”

“Charl- please, no, don’t say that.”

“Why?” Charlie whined.

“Because, um, Sirius help me out here!”

“Because,” Sirius interjected in a silly voice. “It’s an adult word! And you’re still a baby!”

“Brilliant. Molly’ll have my skin.”

“Nonsense,” said Sirius enthusiastically, taking Charlie from Remus’s hands. “You won’t tell your mother, will you? You’ll keep it a secret.”

Sirius put on that award winning smile on, and squeezed the giggling Charlie’s nose with a small “bloop,” and laughed with him.

A hand slid down Remus’s face, and he let out a frustrated groan. He stepped out, looking for Bill, leaving Sirius and the small three year old in Percy’s room.

“Bill?”

Remus peered around Bill’s bedroom. Sharp memories of the time Sirius couldn’t heal a large laceration filled his mind. Sirius had panicked after the transformation, which had left a large gash on his ribs, and directly apparated to the Burrow. Molly had treated him for a week in this bedroom.

The same one that was now covered with red posters of quidditch teams, and a smaller bed than before, with wooden frames. A small table and a chair lay on one side, occupied by Bill.

“Bill?”

Remus slowly stepped in, waving his wand to straighten the crinkled carpet.

“Bill? Are you in here?”

Remus heard a confirming hum, and saw Bill sitting, trying to trace out letters onto a piece of parchment, next to a small, colourful book.

His face was screwed up in concentration, and as Remus drew nearer, he could see letters being traced out on the clear parchment, and something warm rose in his stomach.

“Hi Bill, what are you doing?”

“I’m writing. Mum says I’m really good at it. She said I’ll be able to write the entire voc- vocabu- bulary by next year!”

“You reckon?” Remus asked with a grin.

“Yes! I know I will. I’m not like Charlie, I’m big now.”

“Really, are you? You still look a little young to me,” said Remus, lightly touching his cheeks.

“I’m not young! I’m a big child now! Mum said she’d send me to muggle school now!”

“Wow, you really are a big boy, huh? Well let’s see what you’ve done here, shall we?”

Bill excitedly held his parchment, and rolled it out straight, displaying it for Remus to see. And Remus was quite impressed; the child had managed to write small, three letter words by himself.

“Wow, that’s so amazing! I bet it’s even better than my spelling,” said Remus encouraging, and giving Bill a large, proud smile.

Somewhere behind the swell of pride, though, a little nostalgia lingered. Something about Bill almost reminded him of himself. Before he was bitten of course.

But all that was waved aside when he saw the innocent grin that Bill had on when he sat on Remus’s lap.

“Tell me a story!”

“Oh, okay. Um, let me see...” trailed off Remus. “What type of story d’you want?”

Bill seemed thoughtful for a second, before shouting excitedly “Hogwarts!”

“Hmm, okay.” He picked up when an idea struck him. “Once upon a time, there were four students who’d just arrived at Hogwarts. Their names were Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, and they solemnly swore they were up to no good...”

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