"I don't want to impose on your kindness, Remus, but…"

"It's alright, Lily, I swear."

"Weren't Sirius off nobody-knows-where, I…"

"Really, I'm pleased to have some time with Harry. He's like my nephew, you know."

"Yes, but…"

Lily had a small guilty smile and shifted Harry in her arms.

"…but the damn kid can be rather… exasperating. Don't let him bite your head off."

"Hey, it's my son you're talking about," came James' voice from the entry hall. "But, yeah, I'm sure you will need all of your wonderful patience."

"Oh, come on, you two, he's just lovely. How could he wear me down ?"

As Remus was busy tickling Harry with a big smile, he missed the look his two friends exchanged. The baby had his very small hand around his finger and was giggling, trying to get at his hair with his other hand. Seconds later, the werewolf found himself with a very small boy on his hip, and Lily was travelling from room to room, explaining several things so Remus would know what to do.

When finally the door closed behind the Potters, they were almost running late. Remus, who had been holding Harry all the time, looked for a moment at the door. Harry was very interested in his hair, and he began to pull at it, softly at first, then very hard.

"Ouch ! Hey there, let my hair !"

But he was smiling so brightly, parting the soft, silky brown hair with two little fists, the older man couldn't help laughing. He kissed the baby's fine jet black hair, already messed up.

"How about we go in your room and play some before I give you your lunch, eh ?"

Harry didn't mind, apparently, as soon as he still had Remus' hair within reach. The young man was none too happy to put his precious burden, as he was beginning to ache in the arms, even with his werewolf's strength.

Still, whatever the toy he shook before the boy, Harry always returned to his Remus' hair, or Remus' hands, especially Remus' fingers.

"Uh. You won't let go of me, will you ?"

Young Mister Potter did let go of Remus Lupin, but only when he began to feel hungry, and the man was rather proud to give him his bottle, and all went well…

…

Until he was finished with the feeding.

"Now, you have to sleep… your mum told me so. Up to bed, young boy."

And Harry was tired, obviously, as he didn't stop rubbing his eyes. But as soon as he was in his cradle, and Remus left his room, he began crying and yelling so loud the werewolf was there almost instantly, stroking his cheek with a finger.

"Shhhhh ! Come on, you should sleep… do you want a toy ? Your stuffed winged horse ? There…"

He stopped crying, looking at his toy with his big green eyes and pouting.

Remus had often thought that, as a calm person, at least calmer than most people, he had a soothing effect on children and animals, and was rather pleased with himself seeing Harry calm down and settle to sleep.

The young wizard tried to get out silently, but he had just put a foot outside the room when Harry cried again, with a seemingly louder voice.

And again, Remus was there, shushing, trying to soothe the boy, until he was calm.

A third time, he stepped out of the bedroom, and all began again, but this time, Harry smiled when he saw the man, stretching out his arms. He picked up the baby and hold him on his hip for a little time.

Lily and James were back later than what was expected, and the home was silent. They took one look at each other and came in. No one was in the kitchen, no one in Harry's room. They found a rather sweet scene in the lounge : the couch was transformed into a large bed, and toys were flying in lazy circles above it. Lying on the bed was Remus, sleeping soundly with Harry curled beside him, sleeping too.

"Did I really bother you so much ?"

Remus could tell Harry was worried, but he didn't hurry too much to explain the entire truth.

"I thought so, at the time. I was a young man, you know. And then, I saw other children, other babies, and I realized you weren't so much a trouble after all."

Still, the sixteen-years-old wizard Harry Potter had become looked dubious and uncomfortable, and Lupin smirked. Maybe it had something to be with the baby he had in his arms, sound asleep for the moment.

"Do you still want to baby-sit my twins ?"

Harry's eyes were jumping from the sweet little girl in his arms to her brother in Remus' lap.

"Yeah, of course I do. Maybe… maybe I should get some help… Hermione, or Ron… he had a lot of brothers…"

"Wise idea. I'm a little biased, as they're my children, but… they're really worse than you were."

"Well… I will get Ron."

A/N : Thank you very much everyone for the reviews... As you can see, I did take follow your advice. (Merci beaucoup, Twinnie! J'ai ce pseudo pour une raison ) And as I was asked for it, there's a next chapter (and a last) coming soon.