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A/N: I'm continuing this story, but updates will be slow – not months apart, I hope, but a week or two almost every time.

This chapter is Riley's POV.

Thanks HPJellicleCat for the review!

Chapter 2

It was a normal, warm and sunny day on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon. The light breeze blew in the open windows of the tall, rickety and crooked seven-floor (plus an attic) home at the top of the hill. And even though the home seemed peaceful on the outside, the inside was most certainly not.

"Fred, George, Samson, what are you doing?" Mrs. Weasley shrieked upstairs after yet another explosion. Ginny and I glanced awkwardly and apprehensively up the stairs as thick black smoke came down them toward us, wondering what the three had done now. We saw a tall shape coming down it before my older brother Samson (or Sam, as most people call him, and Sammy to our little sister Abigail) emerged, coughing and waving the smoke away from his face.

"I just want to say I had nothing to do with this one, Mrs. Weasley," he said to Mrs. Weasley, who huffed and started to yell up the stairs to Fred and George again. For some reason, I highly doubted that. Sam rolled his eyes and sat down next to Ginny, who inched away from him. "What?" he asked her as he piled huge amounts bacon and eggs onto his plate.

"You're getting soot all over me. You look like you just flooed here." Sam looked down at his soot covered clothes, but merely shrugged before shoving bacon into his mouth.

Sam, our little sister Abigail, and I lived with the Weasley's. Our mother had died before we had gotten to know her and we had no memories whatsoever of her. Sam claims that we were adopted, but our dad claimed that that wasn't true – I didn't believe it because Abigail looked exactly like Dad except, well, she was a girl and had gray eyes instead of amber. Our dad couldn't take care of us because: A – he was a werewolf; B – he didn't trust himself with us; and C – Sam and I thought that he had trouble maintaining a job and paying for us. Sam claimed he gives us all of his money that he doesn't use for food and boarding.

"You know it's all over your hair, too?" I asked Sam, my eyebrows rose – I knew exactly what he was going to do now. Sam frowned before he picked up a spoon and looked at his reflection and then started to rub the soot quickly out of his hair. Ginny and I rolled our eyes before turning back to our food.

"Guess what!" We all jumped and turned toward a small girl, no bigger than the average nine year old standing behind usthem on the stairs which Mrs. Weasley had disappeared up. "We get to go get our Hogwarts things today! Mr. Weasley told me so last night!" Abigail sat down next to Sam, staring up at him.

"What happened to you?" she asked disgustedly. He looked affronted.

"Fred and George," he answered simply. This was a good enough answer for little Abigail as she turned to eat some food. The natural dark brown highlights were now visible in Sam's hair, but that didn't mean he wasn't still covered in black.

There was a knock at the door, and Mrs. Weasley called from upstairs,

"Would somebody please get that?" Sam complied and got up, opening the door.

"Dad!" he exclaimed when he saw Dad on the other side. He was wearing shabby clothing as usual and looked more tired than usual, but, as always, as soon as he saw his kids – us – his eyes lit up and he forgot all of his troubles – if it was obvious enough for me to notice, you know it is obvious.

"Hey buddy!" Dad exclaimed. He went to give Sam a hug, but then he realized that he was covered in soot, and put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him back. "What happened to you?"

"Fred and George," Sam said shortly again. Dad didn't question it; it was a common answer in this household. Instead, he dropped his hands and said,

"My, my, have you grown taller yet again?" Sam laughed and shrugged, for he was now only a few inches shorter than Dad.

"Dad!"

Dad looked past Sam and barely caught a glimpse of Abigail before she threw herself into his arms. He picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"Hey Abbey!" he said, smiling at her as I followed her out. He ruffled my hair, which I patted back down when he messed it up. "Hey Riley."

"Hey Dad," I replied.

"Remus!"

We all turned to see Mrs. Weasley rushing out of the house. She gave Dad a hug, squishing Abigail between them. She pretended to choke, and they let go of each other. Dad laughed and shook his head, setting her back down, but she continued to hang onto his hand.

"Come in, come in, Remus. Guys, make room for Remus."

"Oh, Molly, I can't stay. I just need to talk to my kids for a moment. It's important." Sam, Abigail and I exchanged looks – what would he want to talk to us about that was important? "I'm going to take them to my house for a moment, if that's alright?"

"Of course, of course, they are your children after all."

We flooed over to Dad's apartment – it was above some small business in Diagon Alley. It had two bedrooms, a small drawing room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. That was it. It was tiny. We weren't allowed to stay the night there – Dad said there was not enough room for the three of us in the extra bedroom. I think he was just afraid that he would somehow end up hurting us.

We crowded around the small square table in the kitchen, and suddenly Dad seemed to get very nervous and twitchy.

"Dad, are you okay?" Sam asked apprehensively. Dad nodded quickly – a little too quickly.

"What's going on, Dad?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I – I – er – "

"Spit it out, Dad!" Sam said rudely. I smacked his arm lightly, giving him a shut-the-hell-up-you-aren't-helping look. He got the message and shut his mouth.

"Okay," Dad said finally. "Okay, have any of you ever heard of potion babies?"

"I have!" Abbey exclaimed – being the youngest and about to start Hogwarts, she liked to show off the few things she did know. "I heard Mr. Weasley helping Charlie on his homework about it once a long time ago! They're babies that – !"

"We all know what they are, Abbey," I said, interrupting her. "You don't need to explain." She pouted, but shut up.

Potion babies are babies that, instead of growing inside their mother's womb, are "brewed" for nine months in a potion with somethings – hair, blood, etc. – from the parents used to make the child actually blood related. It's a very complicated person, and the babies can be killed or have birth-defects if it was done wrong. Usually, they were used between homosexual couples or couples that couldn't get pregnant, or just couples who didn't want the wife to go through the pain of birth.

"Why are you asking if we know what potion babies are?" Sam asked, although I was pretty certain he thought he knew why. I thought I did, too, and even Abbey looked suspicious.

"We're potion babies, aren't we?" Abbey asked, her eyes wide. Dad looked down at his hands and nodded.

There was silence for a moment, before I asked –

"Why were you so worked up about telling us that? I mean, it's not like there's anything wrong with us – okay, maybe there is something wrong with these two – and we can't do anything about it. It's nice you told us, though."

"That's not what I was worried about telling you," Dad said quietly.

"Then what was it?" Abbey pressured, leaning her elbows onto the table. I could tell she was getting bored – she had probably expected this to be something awesome, not being told we were potion babies, especially when half of the wizards and witches alive today probably were too.

"Well...your mother...well, she wasn't a mother, exactly."

We all knew what he meant instantly – we weren't that thick. But it still took a while to sink in.

"Wait," Sam said finally. "You're telling us we have two fathers?" Dad nodded nervously. "We had our suspicions," he said. I smacked him again on the arm.

"You're so tactless. No wonder you are best friends with the twins."

"Wait," Dad said suddenly. "You all knew?"

"Well, Sam and I thought we did."

"We didn't tell Cat here," Sam said, patting a grumpy looking Abbey on the top of the head. Since Abbey's middle name was Catherine, Sam insisted on calling her "Cat" – she actually seemed to like it, surprisingly.

"That's not it, though," Dad said after a moment of awkward silence. "I wasn't going to tell you this – I never planned on it, but now – well, you'll see why I needed to now in a minute." He started to wring his hands together.

"Your other father – it's Sirius Black."

There was yet another, even awkwarder and longer silence than the last ones, before hell broke loose.

"You mean, we're related to a convict?" I asked.

"Wait – so that's who you're always saying I look exactly alike! Ew!" Sam said.

"How did you even get hooked up with him?" we both asked at the same time.

"We don't have a mommy?" Abbey asked sadly, looking down – I think she had always envisioned that we had a beautiful mother who taught us and played with us – I had thought so for a long time as well.

And that was what set Dad loose.

He put his elbows on the table and buried his face into his hands and started to cry.

I had never seen Dad cry. Evidently, nor had Sam or Abbey, for we all silenced upon seeing this. None of us moved until Abbey stood up slowly and crawled into Dad's lap like she always did when she was upset, hugging him around the waist.

"It's okay Daddy," she said softly. "We still love you. Don't cry. Please?"

Sam and I understood then that we should do something, and we both stood up and hugged Dad and Abbey as well.

We sat there for who knows how long before Dad finally stopped crying and Sam and I returned to our seats – Abbey stayed on Dad's lap, wiping his tears off of his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, guys – sorry that that's how it is, sorry I'm just now telling you, sorry that I just broke down, sorry – "

"Dad," Sam said suddenly. Dad stopped and looked at him questioningly. "Shut up." Dad was shocked – he looked about ready to cry again. "There's nothing to be sorry for. We understand why you didn't tell us, and we aren't sorry that Sirius Black is our dad. We wouldn't be who we are if he wasn't. And we forgive you for actually being with him in the first place – you didn't know he would kill 13 people and join You-Kn – "

"Say the name," Dad instructed; he always told us to say the name, but the Weasley's told us not to.

" – and join Voldemort," Sam continued. "But one thing; is our last name still Lupin?" Dad laughed – Sam would ask that, of all things.

"It's actually Black-Lupin, but you can keep Lupin. And you don't have to tell anybody if you don't want to." We simply nodded, and then we were pulled into another hug.

"Thank you, guys, for taking it so well," Dad said once we all let go. "You have no idea how much that means to me."

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