The Blacks
"Sirius," Lupin called, glancing at their antique grandfather clock, "we're going to be late! It's nearly 7 already! You know the portkey leaves at exactly 7:07, there's no way we'll find our way to the alley by then."
"Jake's refusing to get dressed again! He won't let me pull on his shirt. "
Lupin stormed into the bedroom. "Jacob Black, you put that shirt on this instant! Don't you want to see baby Harry?"
"But he's so boring!" Jacob whined. "He can barely even fly on his toy broomstick. It won't be any fun!"
"Don't you want to let your daddies see their friends? Look, I've packed your favorite muggle car toy! You don't even have to play with Harry if you don't want to. Besides, you haven't seen him since his birthday. I'll bet he's loads more exciting by now!"
"I WON'T!" Jacob screeched, as he threw his shirt across the room.
"Jacob." Sirius drew himself up tall and vaguely threatening as he always did when Jacob knew he was crossing a line. "Do you remember what I told you would happen if you made too much noise before we got to the portkey?"
Jacob could barely meet his father's eyes. He swallowed his retort and gave a brief nod, as he scrambled to grab the shirt and pull it on over his head.
"That's better. Let's go."
The Blacks left their nook in London and briskly made their way to the alley where the old tin can awaited.
"What did you tell him?" hissed Lupin.
"Nothing bad." Sirius looked away guilty.
"You didn't tell Jake about him did you? You wouldn't, would you?"
"Well…" but they reached the portkey before Sirius could go any further. Lupin sighed as Sirius picked up Jacob with one arm, and the portkey with the other.
"Better hold on tight."