A werewolf, a dog and a little girl

June 1987

It was a warm and cloudless summer day in June. The sunshine warmth your back as you lay on the stomach out on the street, drawing. 

The paper you were drawing on got caught up in a breeze, twirling around in the air.  You ran after it with your hands outstretched in front of you, trying to catch it. Suddenly you tripped and scraped your knee, hitting the ground with a loud thud. All focused on the paper, you hadn't  noticed the box with crayons standing in the way.

Warm blood poured down your leg, leaving small dark red drops on the street. After getting up from the ground you ran inside the house with tears streaming down your face.

Sirius was sorting his record collection on the living room floor and Remus was sitting in an armchair, reading, when you walked inside. Remus looked up from the book, seeing you standing in the doorway, all bloody and sad.

R: Oh cub what happened? Remus asked calmly and knelt down beside you.

J: I-I tripped, you said between the sobs.

S: Remus! We need to go to Saint Mungos! Sirius said in a panicked voice.

R: Calm down! It's just a scraped knee, nothing lethal, Remus responded, sounding almost like Madam Pomfrey.

S: But she's bleeding! Sirius said dramatically.

R: Yeah I'm aware, but she's not dying, my love! Remus looked at his husband with a raised eyebrow. Sirius muttered something in response.

R: Now let's take a closer look at that wound, shall we? Remus said and kissed you on the forehead.

Sirius had you on his lap, stroking your hair while Remus tried to heal the wound.

J: I-It hurts! You sobbed and flinched back as he gently took hold of your leg.

R: I know honey but you have to let me heal it! Remus said and gave you some chocolate for the pain.

The wound closed up nicely as he muttered the incantation. Remus had gotten pretty good at healing spells after all the full moons and having a child, Madam Pomfrey would have been proud.

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The three of you were cuddled up together on the sofa. Remus was reading your favourite story, The Fountain of Fair Fortune from The Tales of Beedle the Bard, for you. He had read it so many times that even Sirius could quote it word for word by now, but it was your favourite story so they would read it as many times as you wanted.

His voice was soothing and it didn't take long before you fell asleep, with your head on Sirius lap.

If someone walked into your house any evening of the year, this would be a common sight; all three of you on the couch, Remus reading and you asleep in Sirius' lap while he stroked your hair and listened to Remus voice. Both of them enjoying the family they never thought they would have.