Authors Notes: Hey XD Please tell me what you think XD I own nothing and no one, apart from: Rory and Aunt Lucy. Please, please review XD

Remus

"Thank you Remus, you are amazing." my aunt Lucy smiled, hugging me.

"No problem, I'm happy to do it." I chuckled.

I had agreed to look after my three-year-old cousin, Rory, who at the moment was jumping up and down beside me, grinning, for a week of the summer holidays. He was a sweet kid, a bit of a handful, but James and Sirius were worse. Much worse. It was difficult trying to explain to Peter, James and Sirius why I wouldn't be at James' house for the first week of the summer, because I didn't really want to tell them about Rory. I mean, come on, they'd probably want to use him to get attention from people – even though Peter had just started dating Charity Burbage, James had been with Lily for just over six months, and Sirius and I had been together for four months so far. It was difficult to do, but I pulled it off.

"Rory, are you going to be a good boy for Remus?" aunt Lucy asked, smiling.

"Yeah!" Rory beamed, still jumping.

"Aw, he's always good for me, aunt Lucy." I chuckled. "Besides, my friends are worse, and help me practise with dealing with kids without even knowing."

"Alright." she laughed. "I will see you boys next week. Thank you again, Remus."

"Again, no problem."

Aunt Lucy hugged me again, before practically suffocating Rory. She always got like this whenever she was going away on a business trip during the summer, never wanting to leave Rory. It was exactly how my parents got with me too, and this was how they acted the day before, when they left for their work related trip. Parents, what where they like?

It was easy looking after Rory. All you had to do was talk to him, play with him, read to him, watch TV with him, feed him, make sure he drank and all that. You had a happy three-year-old if you did all that. Then again, I had been helping out with him ever since Rory's dad died and aunt Lucy was trying to juggle Rory and work, so I knew what to do with him.

At the moment Rory and I were outside, kicking a football around. He loved football, but not as much as he loved Quidditch. He had told me that when he went to Hogwarts – his dad was a wizard and his mum's a muggle – that he was going to try out for his house's Quidditch team. When I asked him what position he wanted to play, he always replied with 'I don't know'. It was quite cute actually.

"Remmie, is mama still sad?" Rory asked me, continuing to kick the football to me.

"Sad about what, buddy?" I replied.

"About daddy."

Rory let the ball roll past him, as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. I walked over to the brunette boy and crouched down in front of him, so I was eye level with him. Talking to his mum about his dad was still a touchy subject, so Rory always asked me or my parents – mainly me – about him, or anything to do with him.

"I think your mama will always be sad about daddy." I told him with a sigh. "But it'll get better. And she still has you, little man."

"I don't like mama being sad." Rory told me.

"I know you don't, buddy. I know you don't."

I hugged Rory, picking him up as I did so. I hated seeing the little man like this. He was three and already he'd gone through more than most his age. When I was his age, I knew nothing of werewolves and I didn't know much about magic or wizards or witches. But here Rory was and he knew all about werewolves, because of me and all about witches and wizards, because of his dad and me.

"I miss daddy." Rory said, crying a little.

"I know, buddy, I miss him too." I told him. "Hey, why don't we go inside?"

Rory nodded. Turning around, still holding my little cousin, I walked back into my house.

For the next few days everything was going alright. Rory was having fun and he was definitely keeping me entertained. We talked more about his dad and I answered most of the questions he had. The majority of his questions were based around what his dad was like.

It was on the last day, in the morning, when it happened. Aunt Lucy was coming by that afternoon to pick Rory up, and Rory's stuff was ready. We had finished breakfast and the little man was watching cartoons. That was when the door bell rang. Frowning slightly, I stood up to go answer the door. On the other side, I heard whispers.

"Can I help you?" I asked, opening the door.

I froze as soon as I looked up.

"What, in the name of Merlin, are you three doing here?!" I blurted.

"Oh, nice to see you too, Rem." Sirius said.

"We're fine, thanks for asking." Peter added.

"Our first week of the summer has been great. Yours?" James added.

I sighed, looking from them, to Rory and back to them.

"Is that pen on your neck?" Sirius asked, stepping closer to me.

I turned to the mirror that was hanging on the wall, near to the door. And sure enough, on my neck leading up to my ear, was four blue ink lines. Oh, Merlin's beard!

"Eugh, I thought I got it all off!" I groaned.

"Nuh-uh." I heard Rory giggle.

"Rory Lupin, you little devil. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's funny."

"For you maybe."

Rory stayed quiet for a moment before, expertly, looking like he was going to cry...which got me every time.

"You mad at me! You don't love me no more!" Rory cried.

You would think, because of Sirius, it wouldn't work on me. That I would be able to tell it was fake. But this was a three-year-old boy we were talking about, who just happened to be my cousin. So of course it would work on me – I'm ashamed to admit that it worked until he was eight. So, because at the time it worked on me, I went over to him and picked him up.

"That is not true, I do love you still." I sighed. "It would just be nice to know."

Rory brightened up in an instant after I said that, thank Merlin. I could not deal with an upset three-year-old.

"Who are they?" Rory whispered to me, looking over at the front door.

"They're my friends from school." I replied. "Hey, why don't you go upstairs, make sure you have everything you need?"

"Why?"

"Well, think. Who's going to be here soon?"

"MAMA!"

"Yeah, now go on, buddy."

I placed Rory down on the ground, and he scrambled up the stairs. Seriously, little kids were fast when they wanted to be. I smiled, chuckling, as I watched him run off. Shaking my head a little, I turned back to the guys. All three of them looked shocked and were whispering to each other. I only heard snippets of the conversation. But I had a rough idea of what they were going on about.

"...no...we're guys...not mine..." Sirius hissed.

"Then who...?" James asked.

"You don't...his...girl...?" Peter asked.

They thought Rory was my kid. What the hell?!

"Er, guys." I said.

The three other Marauders stopped and looked at me. I stared right back at them, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

"Er...hey, Moons." James smiled.

"How are you?" Peter asked.

"I love you." Sirius grinned.

"You three think Rory's my son?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"Well...we...uh...well..." James stuttered.

"It's just that...um, well..." Peter tried.

"Those two thought that's why you lied to us about being at your aunts, and that's why you weren't going to be with us until next week." Sirius told me. "Then they thought he was mine, and you hear what Peter thought."

One of the best things about dating Sirius Black, I could 'train' him so he couldn't lie to me.

"But the three of you thought he was my son." I clarified. "The three of you thought I had a kid at the age of thirteen."

"Yeah." Peter mumbled.

"If he's not your son, who is he?" James asked.

"My three-year-old cousin." I explained. "His mum's on a business trip, his dad who was my dad's brother died last year, so my parents and I have helped my aunt out by looking after him from time to time. But because my parents are also on work related business, I was the only one who could look after him, and quite happily too, because he's a great kid."

They couldn't have looked more embarrassed.

"It's a good thing I love you three idiots." I smiled. "Now come in and close the door, you're letting the flies in."

"Remmie, I can't find Spells." Rory said walking into the living room after a while, where the guys and I were sitting.

He was standing right in front of me, genuinely upset. I sat up, meaning that Sirius' arm fell from my shoulders.

"You can't find him?" I asked. "Where did you last have him, buddy?"

"I don't remember." Rory replied, crying now. "I want Spells."

"Well hey, he couldn't have gone far. Go look outside, ok; I'll be out after I check behind everything in here."

"Ok."

Rory walked towards the back door, shoulders slumped, swiping at his eyes. If Spells was lost...bloody hell, that would be just the worst for the little guy. But, couldn't use magic because the guys and I were underage, Rory couldn't use magic and my parents nor aunt Lucy weren't back yet.

"What does he mean by Spells, Rem?" Sirius asked me, when Rory had disappeared.

"It's a toy owl his dad gave him. Rory's had it since he was born." I explained. "His dad named it for him, and he absolutely loves it. Can't get to sleep is he doesn't have it."

I stood up, checking behind the TV first. I mean, we had been in the living room quite a lot, as well as outside. But it wasn't there. So, I checked behind the cabinets.

"Where the hell is it?" I muttered to myself.

"Want us to help look?" James asked, already getting up.

"Yeah, we can get most of the rooms checked." Peter added.

"That would be brilliant, thank you." I sighed. "You guys are amazing."

"Anything for you, Rem." Sirius smiled, kissing me quickly. "I'll go check upstairs."

"I'll check kitchen and hallway." James said.

"I'll go...um..." Peter started.

"Can you check my dad's study, Pete? It's the down the hall, second door to your right." I asked.

"Will do."

Thanks. I owe you three, big time."

Everyone started moving, to go to where they said, when Rory came running back in. Literally, running. Luckily, when he jumped, I caught him just in time. He buried his head into my neck and had a death grip on my neck.

"I still can't find him!" Rory cried.

"It's ok little man, we'll find him." I told him. "I promise, we'll find him."

I hated seeing Rory like this. To be honest, it broke my heart. And I really didn't expect what happened next.

"Hey, Rory." Sirius said gently, walking up beside me.

Rory lifted his head up slightly, before hiding it again, only leaving his eyes and forehead visible.

"Hey Rory, I'm Sirius." he smiled, softly. "Now, I have never been in this house before, and I think I might get lost. Can you show me how to get upstairs and where everything is up there? 'Cause then, I can help you look for Spells up there."

"Really?" Rory asked, looking up and wiping at his eyes.

"Yeah. So, what do ya say? Wanna help me out upstairs?"

Slowly, Rory nodded. I set Rory back down onto the floor, where he took Sirius by the hand and started to drag him towards the stairs.

"I love you, you are amazing." I mouthed to Sirius.

"No problem, love." Sirius mouthed back.

Ten minutes later, Sirius and Rory came back downstairs. But instead of Rory dragging Sirius down, Sirius was carrying him as well as Rory's stuff.

"Spells wasn't upstairs." Sirius told me, setting Rory's stuff by the door before walking over. "Is he down here?"

"No." I replied. "Sorry little man. But hey, maybe James or Peter has found him.

Speak of the devil, Peter walked in. I looked to him hopefully. Shouldn't have been so hopeful, because Peter didn't have him either.

"There's still James left, though." Peter said.

Rory, uncharacteristically, stayed quiet. I found it amazing that, even though Rory was like my and quite shy, he could be so...relaxed around Sirius. But then Rory was a lot like me. I couldn't help but smile slightly at the two. Sirius was actually really great with kids.

"How awesome am I?!" James asked loudly, grinning like an idiot, as he walked in with his right hand behind his back. "I'll tell you how awesome I am. I am pretty damn awesome!"

James brought his hand round. He was holding a small stuffed snowy owl toy, with big blue eyes. Rory glanced at James and looked away, before realising what he was holding. James handed the toy to Rory, whose face broke out into the biggest grin I had ever seen.

"Rory, what do you say to James?" I asked, smiling.

"Thank you, James." Rory beamed.

"You are very welcome, tiny dude." James grinned.

"And this couldn't have come at a better time, because Rory, guess whose here." I said.

"Mama!" Rory replied.

Sirius handed the little guy to me, and with Rory I made my way to the door, opening it right before aunt Lucy reached it. Aunt Lucy took Rory from me as soon as she was in front of us, hugging him tightly.

"Hello baby boy." aunt Lucy smiled. "Did you have fun with Remmie?"

"Yeah." Rory replied. "Remmie's friends helped me find Spells."

"They did?"

"Yeah."

Aunt Lucy looked to me.

"They came round unexpectedly, about two hours ago." I explained. "Seeing why I wasn't going to be at one of their houses until next week. They didn't know I was looking after Rory. Sorry."

"No, that's fine, Remus dear." aunt Lucy replied. "And thank you so much for looking after Rory."

"It was no problem. I like having the little man around."

"Well, here's a little something for your troubles, anyway."

"No aunt Lucy, please don't..."

"Tough. I know you're stubborn, but you're getting it anyway."

Aunt Lucy handed me five galleons. I was about to argue, but she just gave me this look. So I didn't say any more on the subject.

"I'll bring his stuff to the car." I ended up saying.

"Thank you, Remus." aunt Lucy laughed.

When back inside my house, I collapsed on one of the sofas, beside Sirius, while James and Peter were on the other one. Sirius wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer into his side. I just let him drag me closer and leant into him further.

"Well, he's never lost anything before." I mused. "And hopefully, that will never happen again."

The guys laughed and Sirius tightened his arm around me.

"Hey, Moony." James said.

"Yeah, Prongs?" I asked.

"Why did the kid keep calling you Remmie?"

And there it was. To be honest, I was wondering when that would come up. Sighing, I closed my eyes and rested my head on Sirius' shoulder.

"It's a nickname he gave me. When he was younger, he couldn't pronounce the last part of my name, so we got him to start calling me Remmie." I explained. "It just stuck, and some other people in my family call me it as well."

"Well isn't that cute...Remmie." James grinned.

"Oh no."

"I think this is going to be a great year...Remmie."

"This is not good."

Peter laughed as James continued, encouraging him. I turned slightly, burying my head into Sirius' neck and groaning. I felt him sift. Don't know why, but he did. But then I felt it pressing against my leg. Thank Merlin my face was hidden. Since my face was hidden, as well as my right hand and arm, I decided to...uh...have a little fun. Merlin knows Sirius has done more times than I care to admit. So, with my hand in the right place, I started to 'have some fun'. I felt Sirius tense up beneath my hand, and I could only imagine what his face looked like.

"Hey, Prongs, Wormy...why don't you guys head back." Sirius suggested.

"What?" James asked.

"Put it this way, do you want us to shag on your bed or in your house next week?"

"Come on, Wormtail. Maybe we can keep what's left of out innocence is we leave now"

"You, innocent? You wish." I laughed, though it was muffled by my mouth being pressed into Sirius' shoulder.

Sirius made a small sound, which he covered up with a cough. This really was fun!

"Could say the same for you." Sirius whispered.

"Your fault. You corrupted me." I whispered back.

"See ya next week, Rem." Peter called as he and James let.

"Bye!" James yelled, before the door closed.

As soon as the door closed, Sirius grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs as fast as he could .I just laughed. It was quite funny really. It only took a minute for Sirius to drag me into my room and lock the door behind us. Thank Merlin my parents weren't home yet! Sirius turned me, got me to face him so I was facing the door and kissed me. He started walking forward, pushing me along with him, lips still attached. Then Sirius pushed me. I fell backwards but landed on my bed. I pulled myself into the middle of it as Sirius climbed on, and straddled me.

"You are the devil in the form of an angle, Mr Lupin." Sirius growled before attacking my mouth again with his.

I couldn't help but grin. I don't think I've been happier that my parents weren't home. But the thing is, I didn't know when they were getting home and they didn't really know about Sirius and me yet. This could be interesting if they came home soon.

If you would like more chapters let me know, and tell me what you would like XD I'll write near enough anything XD

Please, please review XD

If you like Wolfstar, I have an on-going Wolfstar fanfic, a completed Wolfstar three-shot as well as two other completed Wolfstar one shots, one called Sceptic and one called Ex's and Jealousy and one called Camping Trip – more Wolfstar one shots will be written and uploaded! XD

So, please go to my profile and check them out XD

Thanks XD