Five year old Harry Potter sat, eating his breakfast, at the table next to the kitchen. Next to young Harry sat Sirius Black, his Godfather. Harry twisted and turned to look in the kitchen. Sirius noticed this and said, "Harry, what are you looking for?". The boy looked at his Godfather. "Why does Moon have so many owies?" Sirius blinked. "Well, pup, I-why are you asking?" Harry turned back towards the kitchen. "They look like they hurt. A lot...Somebody should kiss them."
"Why should someone kiss them, Harry?"
"Moon always kisses my owies. Someone should kiss his." Just then, "Moon" walked out of the kitchen. The little boy flew at Remus. The werewolf picked up the boy. Harry wrapped his arms around Moon's neck and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek, where a freshly scabbed cut was. "What was that for?" The werewolf asked softly. "Someone needed to kiss you better." Remus set the boy down. As soon as Harry's feet touched the ground, he shot through the door to the backyard. Remus smiled and shook his head. Suddenly, he was tipped back while Sirius kissed him. They broke away. "Sirius?" The man didn't reply. He just went on kissing every cut, bruise, and scar on his younger and smaller mate. Sirius looked the wolf in the eye. "Let's get you something to eat." Sirius pulled Remus into the kitchen. Through the window, a messy haired boy watched the two K9s, giggling.