A/N: Hey, yeah, I don't own Harry Potter. This is the disclaimer for every bit of this story. Every chapter.

"Come on Caster! Get the fuck up!" Daphne Lupin cried with excitement, jumping up and down on her twin bothers bed. Caster groaned and thrust out blindly at his attacker. "Ow!" Daphne screamed, "what the sodding hell was that for?"

"To get you to shut up." Caster mumbled, shoving his head under his pillow in hopes it would drown out his sisters voice.

"Well, if your going to be that way I wont tell you who's currently settled in our living room."

Caster contemplated just pretending she wasn't there, but curiosity won out in the end. Pulling his head out from under his pillow Caster looked blurry-eyed up at his sister and asked who was in the living room.

"Harry." Daphne said triumphantly, as if she had just saved the whole world. Her brother seemed unfazed, then angry.

"So, what your telling me," he started in a deathly quite voice, "is that you woke me up because Harry fucking Potter's here?"

Daphne nodded her head up and down enthusiastically. Caster glared daggers at her.

"WE SEE HARRY EVERY GOD DAMN DAY!" He bellowed.

His sister looked a little put down, but quickly recovered. "It's his fucking birthday you bastard! How the fuck could you have forgotten that?"

Just then Remus Lupin pasted by his oldest sons room. Upon hearing his eldest daughter swear so colorfully he smiled, remembering when Sirius swore that much. But then he frowned remembering that Sirius still swore that way.

"Hey, Neenee, there are still small children running around. Tone it down please." Remus said, leaning against Casters door frame.

Daphne grinned sheepishly at her father while her brother glared at the world in general. "Won't happen again daddy. Promise."

Remus chuckled and said, "now, if I believed that I would be failing my duty as your father, wouldn't I?"

"Yep!"

"At a girl." Remus said pushing off the frame and walking down stairs.

Once in the living room Remus heard Sirius swearing up a storm with James. He snuck up behind Sirius and whapped him on the back of the head.

"OW!" Sirius yelped, spinning around to face his husband. "What the bleeding hell was that for?"

"To remind you that there are children in the house." Remus said winking at Jane who giggled.

Sirius huffed at the taller man, then turned to face Harry.

"So! Harry! How does it feel to be fifteen?" Sirius boomed, slapping Harry in the back. Harry, who was still rather small for his age, stumbled forward a bit at the force of the blow. Sirius didn't notice.

"Well," said Harry, "I don't feel any different."

"I didn't think you would." Sirius smiled down at Harry who was going to ask Sirius why he had asked a question he already knew the answer to when every body heard a loud crash coming from upstairs. Moments later Daphne came running down the stairs with a Caster clad in only his shorts feet behind her.

"Goddamnit Daphne! Give thoughs back or you're so died!" Caster yelled, grabbing at his sister.

"Daddy!" Daphne screamed, running behind Sirius. "Daddy, here! Take these!" She thrust a magazines into each of her fathers hands.

"DAPHNE!" Caster shouted in rage.

"Caster! Calm down!" Lily said, stepping up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hmm..." Sirius hummed flipping through the magazine and pointing out the buff males he found the most appealing. After a moment Remus told Sirius to shut up and one-hundred percent heterosexual James smiled gratefully at him.

"Caster," Remus began, "is there anything you wish to tell your father and I?"

"No." Caster said, walking up to Sirius. "And I'll be taking thoughs back now. Thanks."

After acquiring his private magazines Caster glared at Daphne, who was hiding behind James, and bounded up the stairs.

There was a silents in the Lupins living room. Then Sirius asked if they could eat Harry's cake. Everybody ignored him.

"Harry," Remus said, looking at his best friends son, "could you go talk to him?"

"Sure, Uncle Remus."

Once up the stairs Harry walked to Casters room and leaned on his door frame.

"You might as well come in." Caster said from his bed, were he was playing with a stray piece of string.

"Caster," Harry started, after he sat down next to his friend, "are you okay?"

"Just peachy." He replied glumly, leaning into Harry.

"Oh, come on it can't be that bad, I mean Uncle Remus and Uncle Sirius are, you know... like us." Harry said, rubbing Casters back.

With a sigh Caster told Harry he was right. Harry smiled at his friend and leaned in closer.

"If they know about you, should they know about me to?" The shorter boy asked Caster, who shook his head.

"Naw. Let them guess." He said, leaning closer to Harry. "Are you ready for you birthday present, Harry?" Caster asked, changing the subject.

"Yes, rath-" Harry started, but was interrupted by Casters mouth. Not that he minded much.

After a few moments they heard a squeak coming from the door way. Harry jumped away fast enough to see his little sister Jane run down the hallway.

"Jane!" Harry growled, jumping up off Casters bed and running down the hallway. "JANE! COME BACK HERE! DON'T YOU DARE!" He bellowed, taking the stairs two at a time.

"Daddy!" Jane yelped in a way similar to Daphne. "Daddy! Mummy! Harry was ki-"

"JANE!"

"Harry! Stop scaring your sister like that!" Lily scolded her eldest son. James scooped up his only daughter and asked her what was going on.

Jane took in a lung full of air, then, "Harrywaskissingcaster!" Just then Caster made his way down the stairs, this time in clothing.

"Harry and Caster were doing what?" Pollex asked from the couch where he was playing chess against Echo and Wilbur.

Wilbur giggled. "They were kissing. Weren't they Jane-y?" He asked his sister. She nodded.

Harry glared at her while Caster glared at Daphne who had just walked back into the room.

"Did I miss something?" She asked.

There was silents. Then, "Can we have his cake now?"