Slytherin Boys

Turn the Clock

Remus dressed quietly and then helped Sirius get dressed before heading up to check on Harry who wasn't there.
"Harry?!" Remus pulled the blanket back and stared at a green eyed baby. He gaped before the baby began wailing loudly. "Shh shh." Remus lifted the baby up, gauging him to be about 10 months old now.

"What's going on?" Sirius came in and stared. "You've got to be shitting me..."

"Can you make him a bottle? I think he's hungry." Remus then was urinated on by the naked baby. "And we'll need diapers."

"Kreacher!" Sirius called for the old elf who appeared. "Kreacher, can you get us some diapers?"

"Kreacher be back soon." Kreacher grunted and vanished, reappearing a few minutes later with a large container.

"Thank you, Kreacher." Remus spoke kindly, feeding Harry a bottle and rocking the baby. He stood up once Harry was done and diapered the baby before kissing his nose gently. "Hello there, Pup. Are you looking at Moomy?"

The baby just babbled, clutching onto Remus's shirt as he stared at the werewolf's eyes. Occasionally some syllable would come through that could be a word if you thought about it.

"Let me hold him." Sirius smiled, taking the baby and kissing his forehead. "Hi there, Bambi."

Sirius got an angry grunt from Harry, the small boy squirming until he was at an angle like Remus had had him so he could see. He cooed happily now, peering around as best he could and clinging to Sirius as Remus went to change. Sirius shrunk some of the clothes and put them on Harry, deeming them acceptable for now.

The black haired man carried Harry downstairs and got him some pureed bananas. Sirius sat down and fed Harry some of the puree, laughing as Harry tried to take the spoon. "No, no. Let Paddy feed you."

Harry whined, wanting to be fed faster and squirming around in Sirius' hold. His little legs kicked and he got a fistful of Sirius' hair, tugging hard on it and shrieking.

"Ouch. Ouch. Hey. Let go." Sirius set the spoon down and untangled Harry's hand from his hair. "That hurts Paddy."

Harry just pouted, attempting to get another handful of hair to pull on.

"Silly boy. Eat your bananas." Sirius continued to feed Harry.

~Malfoy Manor~

"THOMAS CYGNUS MALFOY!" Lucius' voice rang out. "Get back here!"

A giggling four year old scampered into the drawing room to hide by his new mother, Narcissa who simply raised an eyebrow.

"What on Earth have you done now?" Narcissa mused quietly, lifting the toddler into her lap carefully. They'd spoken to 14 year old Tom who had expressed a wish to have a childhood and then agreed to be put in the Malfoy's care as a toddler. They'd changed his middle and last name to make him feel like a part of the family also, going to the ministry and adopting him.

"Dunno, Mummy." Tom was much happier and Narcissa was happy to have another child to take care of that she could call her son. She hadn't ever been able to have another child after Draco so this was a blessing to her.

"You must have done something to anger your father." Narcissa chided gently, rubbing Tom's back and letting him curl into her. "You know you mustn't misbehave, Thomas. It upsets him so."

"I know, Mummy." Tom nodded, hair falling into his eyes before being neatened by Narcissa's elegant fingers.

"There you are! Thomas, what have I told you about chasing the peacocks?" Lucius was panting, hair out of place.

"But they needed exercise!" Tom pouted at his father. "Needed it, Papa."

"They did not. And now you sir, need a timeout." Lucius plucked his new son up and carried him off to his office, placing the little boy in the corner and setting a timer for four minutes. "Stay right there and don't move."

"Yes, Papa." Tom nodded, never giving up on calling them Mummy and Papa rather than Mother and Father like Draco. Draco found it hilarious, having been home for the holidays and "met" his little brother.

"Your time starts now, my boy." Lucius sat at his desk and read some paperwork, signing it right as the timer went off. "Tom, come here please.

Tom nodded before coming over to stand in front of Lucius with his hands in front of him.

"You understand why you were punished, correct?" Lucius waited until Tom nodded before continuing to speak. "You chased the peacocks after I told you that you cannot do that. You broke a rule and little boys who break rules get punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Papa." Tom nodded, looking at the ground and then at Lucius when the man lifted his chin.

"I punish you because you are my son and I want you to do the right thing and terrorizing the birds is not it. I love you very much and want you to succeed in life." Lucius really did love Tom as his own son. The blond lifted the little boy into his lap and cuddled the small boy. "Your brother was spoiled when he was little and he was always naughty for other people and rude and mean too. Papa did not have a firm enough hand and only because of Uncle Severus has Draco turned into a good boy."

"Draco was naughty?" Tom looked shocked, trying to reconcile that to the good boy he had met.

"Yes. But now he's a good boy. Good boys get further in life." Lucius smiled ruefully. "So be a good boy."

"Yes, Papa." Tom enjoyed the treat of being held by Lucius, leaning against his chest and closing his eyes. Lucius was getting better at showing his affection but it was still hard on him.

"I think it's time for a nap." Lucius didn't get up though, simply turned his chair and held Tom with one arm before going back to his paperwork one handed.