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A/N: So I've taken a shot at another FF! If I continue this one after this chapter – I might, I might not, it depends on several things – then the updates will probably slow. And just so you know, chapter's will have various lengths.

This chapter is Sirius' POV – it will change every chapter, or nearly every chapter, but I will always tell you what it is. Keep in mind that he just escaped Azkaban so he's slightly insane right now.

SUMMARY: SB/RL, OCs: Starting Harry's third year: What if Professor Lupin had 3 children whose other father was none other than the infamous Sirius Black? Abigail, Samson, and Riley Black-Lupin enter Hogwarts finally knowing about their true heritage. How will it work out when people start to get suspicious of their father and their random outbursts always around the full moon? Will they be able to take the bashing of their murderer father and manage to stay away from him and alive when there's word of him heading toward Hogwarts to "get to" somebody there?

There will be a new summary at the start of every book.

Chapter 1

I saw him first.

He should be fifteen by now, going into his fifth year at Hogwarts, and he looks just like me; black hair that hung slightly past his ears and fell into his eyes casually: extremely tall: handsome. But those weren't the things I noticed instantly.

It was his eyes that I saw first. They were amber – precisely the color of your eyes.

I hadn't seen your eyes for twelve years. They're the thing I love most about you, Remus. Have I ever told you that? Well, they are. And I had forgotten just how much I loved them until I saw them on Samson. They shine, like the moon, only they don't cause you pain and aren't as foreboding. They're beautiful.

I remembered the day Sam was born.

The potion had taken nine months to brew – he was a Potion Baby. I'm guessing you probably haven't told him that – it would traumatize the boy if he knew who his other father was. I don't blame you for not telling him. He probably doesn't even know that he has another father and no mother.

Anyway, it was November 13th, 1978 – the dementors were supposed to have stolen all of these memories from me, but, somehow, I still have them. Being an Animagus helped me there.

He came out as a tiny little ball of blood – ugly as hell. But you cleaned him up, and when he wrapped his tiny hand around my finger for the first time, the part of my heart that hadn't been stolen by you went immediately to him – and then some.

Even though I hated Regulus at the time, you convinced me to make his middle name Regulus – I only agreed because it was the closest to your name you were going to allow, even if I never told you. I wanted to name him completely after you – Remus John Lupin – but you insisted that he didn't have any of your names.

In the end, we somehow decided on Samson Regulus Black-Lupin. I claimed it was the most beautiful name I had ever heard – you, on the other hand, weren't so sure.

I saw her next.

She was standing slightly behind him, talking to one of the Weasley boys – the one her age.

Did I mention I've already seen Harry? Well, I did; I saw him as he ran away from his Aunt and Uncle's. Do they treat him okay, Remus? He seemed pretty upset when he left. Do they treat him like the should?

I think I frightened him, because he pulled out his wand and pointed it at me. But he accidentally signaled the Knight Bus, and, while it hid me from view, I ran.

I had wanted to see my kids first, but Harry was on the way, so I stopped to see him. Just a glimpse was enough for me. As soon as I saw him, I left for Diagon Alley – they'd have to show up eventually.

She should have been thirteen now and going into her third year at Hogwarts. She was a mix of the two of us, and if somebody knew us as kids, it was obvious that she was our daughter. She had straight, armpit length, light brown hair with natural, darker highlights – a mixture of our hair colors – and had gray eyes with flecks of amber in them. She was only a few inches sorter than the Weasley boy – I think I heard them call him Ron – who looked pretty tall for his age, and she was beautiful.

I remember the day she was born, too. She was, obviously, a Potion Baby too. It was January 24th, 1980 and this time we already had a name picked out – Riley Lily Black-Lupin. I was prepared for the grossness this time, and I cleaned her off when she came out. Somehow, my heart went out to her, too, and this time as soon as I saw her.

Somehow, my heart was split between the three of you – Remus, Samson, and Riley.

Halloween the next year was the last time I ever saw you. We had gotten into a fight, I don't remember what it was about, and I had stormed out on you while you were crying, going to check on Peter – we had switched secret-keepers and hadn't told you, and I'm so very sorry for not trusting you. I left the kids with you. I still don't know how I could have done this to you, but I did.

When I didn't see Peter, I freaked out. And then when I saw James and Lily, I had no time to be sorrowful.

I was angry. I had never been so angry before. So I found Peter, cornered him, and planned on killing him. I didn't care. The only thing that crossed my mind was "I have to kill Wormtail. I have to kill Wormtail."

And then he blew the street apart, and I thought he had killed himself. That's why I laughed and went with the Dementors with no fuss – I couldn't stand leaving you alone with the kids if Wormtail was still alive to hurt you. All they found of Wormtail was a finger. Good riddance, I said. I later realized you had lost all of your friends in a single day and only had a two year old, who thought that Merlin was a famous Quidditch player, and a two year old who couldn't even say "Merlin" left.

But then I saw the Weasley family in Egypt on the front of the newspaper when Fudge came into Azkaban, and on one of the children's shoulders – Ron, was it? The one that Riley is friends with – was none other than Wormtail – and he was going to Hogwarts, where Harry, Sam, and Riley would be.

That's why I escaped. To protect them.

What surprised me was that Sam and Riley weren't in the picture with the Weasley's. I know that you wouldn't keep them – you'd be afraid you would hurt them – and that Molly is the only person you'd trust them with. But I figured you had kept them while they were in Egypt.

The last one I saw was the one I didn't recognize, but I knew she had to be ours.

She was trailing several feet behind Riley and Ron. She was young, and was complaining about wanting to get her wand – is she going into her first year at Hogwarts, then? If so, she would be eleven, and that would be why I don't know her – you made her after I was locked away, probably out of misery at losing us all.

She resembled you in nearly every way possible; tiny – barely four and a half feet tall, and she looked like she was only eight years old – and super skinny, even though I know Molly feeds them more than enough; straight, waist-length blonde hair – your hair color when you were her age – with bangs. The only way I knew that she was mine, as well, was by her eyes. They were exactly the same color as mine – gray and fathomless. She, like Riley, is beautiful.

I heard her name, then; her full name,

"Abigail Catherine Lupin!"

Sam had shouted it back at her as she was whining again about wanting a wand.

"We will get your wand next if you stop whining."

She stopped whining immediately and skipped to catch up with Riley and Ron.

I was amazed at how wonderful they had all turned out – even before I really knew them, I could tell they were wonderful children.

I still haven't seen you, though, Remus. I had hoped you would come with Sam and Riley – and now Abigail, or Abbey, as I have heard them call her – but the day I saw them was the day before the full moon, and I understood why you weren't there.

You have no idea how much I want to be with you tomorrow night, Remus, to keep you from having to deal with it all on your own. But I know I can't, and for that I am deeply sorry.

One last thing, Remus; I will always love you.

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