Saturday, March 14, 1980

When I finally got home that night at around half-past-really-friggin'-late, I found Remus sitting up at the kitchen table evidently waiting for me. He was sitting up straight, but his eyes were closed and soft snores filled the quiet kitchen. There was a half empty mug of coffee and a crumpled napkin with a bagel on it was sitting in front of him. I smiled fondly at Remus… he looked so sweet and unthreatening. "Moooonyyyyy…." I reached over and started shake Remus' shoulder. "Wakie, wakie…"

Remus' eyes slowly blinked open and he stared at me, before jumping to his feet in alarm. "S-Sirius! I'm so sorry about earlier…"

"Don't worry about it, Moony-" I began to lean in for a kiss, but he pushed me away.

"No. I shouldn't have over reacted like that… it's just that I've been feeling so bloody off lately… it's these darn hormones." Remus' eyes started to fill with tears, and I resisted the urge to roll my own. "I'm so hungry all the time! But then I just puke it all up… and I keep crying… and my nipples hurt! And I just found out that my favorite jeans don't fit me anymore… and I'll just keep getting fatter even though my arse is already big enough! And there are big blue ugly veins all over my thighs, and-"

"Remus." I said sharply, and he looked up at me in surprise. "You're still bloody gorgeous. Pregnancy hasn't changed that, so calm down."

"But… but the veins-"

"Don't matter. They're hardly even noticeable." I lied. What? It looked like there was a friggin' road map on his legs. I was just glad that it was March, and far too cold for shorts.

Tuesday, March 17, 1980

When I got home from work I found the most unpleasant surprise. To be blunt… our flat smelled like shit. Then, suddenly, I heard someone playing a didgeridoo in Remus' and my bedroom. "Moony?" I slowly walked toward the bedroom. "Moony, are you in- gghsshhhikkkk!" I was hit by a wall of pure unadulterated stank that could choke a horse.

"Sorry." Remus whispered, and winced as a small pooting sound issued from his bum.

Struggling for breath, I cast a quick air clearing charm that Andy taught me after changing little Nymphie's diaper. "How can you not smell that?"

"I wouldn't bother with the charm." Remus said quietly. "I'll just stink it right back up." He sniffled, and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "I just feel so disgusting and-" Thrrrrraarrrt!

I grimaced and walked over to Remus, who had hidden his head underneath a pillow. Resisting the urge to gag, I sat next to Moony, and pulled him into my lap. "Baby, hey… it's alright… its just pregnancy. Healer Fitzwhickerson said you would get gassy, remember?" I felt Remus nod against my chest, and I smiled. He may be all overemotional, and stinky, but he was still just so darn adorable! "We should go out tonight."

Moony looked up at me in surprise. "Why?"

"It's St. Patty's day." I grinned. "I know that we can't go out drinking, but I was thinking that we could have a… y'know… a date."

Remus gave me a watery smile. "A date? Really?" I smiled and nodded. "Padfoot… that is so romantic…"

I grinned. "I have my moments. Now, get dressed in something nice. This is your last chance to really dress up before you blow up like a puffer fish!"

Remus glared at me, his gorgeous golden eyes dangerously narrowed in rage. "Before I what?"

"Umm… I meant a really sexy puffer fish…"

"Liar." Remus snapped, but a reluctant smile spread itself over his face anyway. "Now get out so that I can change."

"But I wanna watch!"

Remus rolled his eyes. "Fine." He tried to ignore the sultry winks and smirks that I was giving him and started to unbutton his shirt. I whistled and Moony gave a little wiggle. Soon he was completely nude except for a pair of Beater Bats and Bludgers that he had gotten me last Christmas. I had never seen anything so sexy… Remus with his baby bump, wearing my boxers… it was the most arousing thing I had ever seen…

"Pads… stop staring at me and get dressed."

I sighed. "But you're so beautiful."

Remus blushed. "Just go get dressed, you Daft Mutt." Still flushing deeply, he disappeared into the bathroom with a change of clothes. I sighed and started to strip, pulling on my favorite red shirt and some black jeans. Unfortunately I could only find one of my shoes.

"Moony! I've lost a shoe... have you seen it anywhere?" I pushed the bathroom door open to find Moony bushing his teeth." Remus, I've lost a shoe... like this one." I held up the left shoe. "It's like this one's fellow... it's sort of the exact opposite in fact of that - not an evil version but just, you know, a shoe just like this... but for the other foot. Otherwise I'd have two left feet and-"

"Look by the front door." Remus mumbled around a mouthful of toothpaste. "By the newspaper bin."

I left the bathroom and went to find my missing left shoe. It was underneath the latest Daily Prophet. The front page caught my eyes.

The Dark Lord Still At Large:

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has become, if possible, even more feared. The leader of a mass Muggle massacre in Dublin left both Magic and Muggle folk alike terrified for their lives-'

I threw the paper aside in disgust. This Voldemort person sickened me. How can someone hate a group of people so much that he killed them without a second thought? It was disgusting… and the fact that my own family supported him… I shook my head and went to find Moony. He was dressed and waiting for me in the bedroom. I decided not to mention the article.

"Let's go to the Muggle Theatre." Remus said brightly when I entered the room. "I heard that The Shining was good."

"Okay, fine."

Remus gave me an odd look. "Love, is something the matter?"

I shrugged. "No. I don't really feel like going out tonight anymore, though. Do you mind if we stay in?"

"But I want-" Remus caught the look on my face. "No, I don't mind."

Friday, March 20, 1980

Both James and Arthur told me that during your wife's (or in my case, husband's) pregnancy, there is NO RIGHT. You will be wrong. You can be wrong, then do the opposite of what you did before and still be wrong. Evidently it's the female (or Male's) pregnant mind. I thought that they were over exaggerating… sure, Moony was more likely cry, or scream at me for not buying more milk, but it couldn't be that bad… oh how wrong I was…

This morning, Remus insisted on making breakfast. Now, I'm not one to turn down a chance to sleep in an extra half hour but when I walked into the kitchen Remus was sitting on the floor bawling his eyes out.

"Babes? Moony, what's the matter?"

"I… I burnt the toast!" Remus wailed. "I'm sorry! I know that you hate burnt toast, and I burned it! Like a tool!"

"Hey… hey, it's no big deal," I started to rub Remus' back. "I can eat burned toast. I don't mind. Really." I said. Those were my exact words… but Remus somehow translated that into, 'You screwed up the toast! How can you screw up so many things? You can't do anything right. Even the simplest things turn out awful! You SUCK!'

"Well, I'm SORRY!" Remus screamed and leapt to his feet. "I'm sorry that we can't ALL be perfect, and brilliant and NOT PREGNANT, just like YOU SIRIUS!" Remus stormed out of the room, and two seconds later I heard a crash. "Fuck!"

Sighing, I walked into the bedroom where Remus was sitting on the bed sobbing. He started crying even harder when I sat down next to him and put my arm around his shaking shoulders. "What fell?"

Remus pointed to a dish that lay shattered on the floor. It used to hang on the wall. It used to belong to my Nana Irma. "It was your Grandmother's!" Remus wailed.

"Good, I fucking hated that thing." I muttered, before taking Moony's face in my hands and kissing the salty tracks away. "Its fine Baby… that dish was cursed anyway. Remember it pelted peas at you the first time you tried to use it?"

Remus sniffled and nodded. "Do… do you still love me, Padders?"

I paused. "… Maybe."

Remus' eyes grew impossibly wide and shimmery. Then he burst into tears, flinging himself away from me and collapsing face down onto my pillow. I was shocked…. I couldn't believe that Moony had actually thought that I wasn't joking! "Moony? Baby? I'm so sorry! You know that I love you… it was just a really bad joke! A terrible joke. It was completely uncalled for!" I pulled Remus onto my lap and began to kiss his face. When I reached his lips I pried them open with my tongue and pushed Moony down onto the bed.

"Is… is this okay?" Remus panted as he fiddled with my belt buckle. "This won't hurt the baby, will it?"

"No…" I gasped as Remus' hand brushed my erection through the fabric of my pants. "It said in 'Pleasurable Sexual Intercourse During Male Pregnancy: A Guide To Absolute Pleasure During Your Partner's Pregnancy' that shagging is alright as long as it isn't too… rough."

Remus began to tug my shirt over my head. "Are you sure?"

"Positive…"

We quickly shed the rest of our clothes and soon we were rubbing against together. "Wait…" Remus moaned as I gently fisted his prick. "Wait… Siri…."

"Hmmm…?"

"What… what-oh god!- what positions… are safest for the baby?"

"…um?"

Remus pushed me away. "Go get 'Pleasurable Sexual Intercourse During Male Pregnancy: A Guide To Absolute Pleasure During Your Partner's Pregnancy '."

I moaned. "But Moony-"

"The sooner you get the book, the sooner we shag."

I was out of the bed a second later. I hurried over to the bookcase, grimacing at the cold air hitting my cock. I grabbed the correct book and did the boner hop back to the bed. I heard Remus giggling quietly behind me. I knew he was laughing at me… there was no way at all to look attractive or sexy with a flapping boner… "Shut up."

Remus grinned at me and gestured to the book. After peering at the table of contents I turned to Chapter Sixty-Nine: (A/N: Lawlz… 69. Get it? It's a gay Sex Book and they're on chapter Sixty Nine… Sorry. Back to the story.) 'Comfortable Sex Positions for the Pregnant Man: How to Get the Most Comfort and Pleasure During Sex'. "Read it." Remus insisted, laying back.

'Many people look at sex position in pregnancy as the-'

"Out loud, Sirius…"

I rolled my eyes. "'Many people look at sex position in pregnancy as the right one and the wrong one. And many of us have this idea that there is one right (or safe) way to have sex during pregnancy…

'"Nothing is further from the truth-" I sighed. "Moony, can we skip this part?"

"No. they might say something important."

I sighed, but continued to read. "'There are infinite safe ways to have sex during pregnancy, and to find pregnant sex positions, depending on what kind of sex you want to have. Another problem with this line of thinking is that it is very rigid (no pun intended). Great sex requires a flexibility of thought, and a willingness to try new things when the old ones aren't working anymore.

"'As a general rule, a good sex position for pregnant sex is one where:

The position allows for the kind of sex and physical contact you want to have.

"'There are some who suggest that during a pregnant sex position both partners should also avoid putting pressure on the uterus, or a partner's full weight on a pregnant belly. Figuring out pregnancy sex positions requires some creativity, a sense of humor, and often lots of pillows. It may also mean abandoning penetration if it isn't working, and finding other ways to please each other and please yourself.

"'If you're looking for some ideas to jumpstart all that creativity, you might want to develop your own pregnancy sex positions by exploring the sex positions game. If that seems like too much work, the following sex positions are generally considered to be more comfortable as your (or your partners) body changes during pregnancy:

"'The edge of the bed sex position offers many possibilities for greater comfort during pregnancy. You can lie on the bed (on your side, or briefly on your back) at the edge of the bed and your partner can be off the bed, either on their knees or standing up. Combined with the rear entry position, you can be off the bed on your knees (with a pillow underneath them) and rest your upper torso on the bed, with your belly off the bed.-"

"I like this one." Remus said eagerly. "Lets try it."

I grimaced… I didn't exactly fancy standing up for that long. "Lets keep reading."

"But isn't the whole point me being com-"

"'The spooning sex position can be a very comfortable pregnancy sex position as there is no pressure on your abdomen and you have lots of movement. Your partner can position themselves behind you at different angles to allow for penetration. Avoid lying on your right side in this position.' This seems good…" I muttered. "Moony what do you-"

Turning to face Remus, I found him slumped on his side fast asleep, and snoring softly. What an ego kill… was sex with me really that boring? I snorted to myself. Of course it wasn't! I'm Sirius fucking Black, the Handsome, irresistibly sexy and mind blowingly Clever Ex-Heir of the Awful and Mostly Crazy House of Black! Grinning from my self-made ego boost, I climbed into bed and got underneath the covers. If I wasn't going to get any, I might as well get some more sleep.

Thursday March 26, 1980

Work a few days later was very uneventful. I told Arthur about me and Moony's recent arguments about nothing. He grimaced in understanding. "Just wait until the third trimester." Arthur muttered and walked away.

"Arthur! Wait… WAIT! What does that mean?"

"Good luck, Mate." Greg grinned at me. "I remember when my sister got pregnant… Holy shit… this 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' bloke had nothing on her. She was evil. For those nine months she was just plain EVIL. I remember once she yelled at me for forty minutes for not refilling the humidifier. Then she walked away… but came back ten minute later and was all 'I'm sorry for yelling, I'm pregnant.' I was all 'I know… I have eyes'." Greg snickered.

I laughed, even though I was sure to be experiencing the same things later on. "Aren't you still living with her?"

"With my Sister? Oh, yeah."

` "When are you going to move out?"

Greg smirked. "When she gets another place." We both snorted. "It had better be nicer too!"

Our laughing was cut short when an absolutely huge Barn Owl swooped in and dropped a tiny roll of parchment on my head.

"Hey Lorenzo!" Greg exclaimed and started to stroke the bird's head. "I've got some owl treats in here for you somewhere."

I rolled my eyes at Peter's owl, which was happily basking in Greg's attention and treat giving. Greg was muggleborn, and still unused to certain Muggle and Magical differences, such as Owl Post. Unrolling the parchment three sheets fell to the floor. Two of them looked like lists, but one was a quick note with Peter's handwriting on it.

Pads,

Me and Prongs had lunch with each other this morning and thought up a list of baby names for your spawn. Enjoy!

~Worms.

I looked at the other two sheets. Sure enough they were baby names… horrid baby names.

Boys

Murgatroyd

Elvendork

Stanislaus

Algernon

Peregrine

Leodegrance

Gurnemanz de Graharz

Affinamus de Clitiers

Brandelilelin

Dodines

Florie

Garschiloye

Ipomidon

Kardefablet

Karnahkarnaz

Killirjacac

Lahfilrost

Lambekin

Liahturteltart

Malcreatire

Manpfilyot

Plihoploheri

Plippalinot

Schianatulander

Urains

Vergulaht

Lischois Gwelljus

Girls

Demensia

Uniquea

Wynde

Myesha

Zahlia

Serafina

Phyllida

Iolanthe

Drucilla

Charissa

Cundrie

Condwiramurs

Herzeloyde

Orgeluse

Repanse de Schoye

Ampflise

Clarischanze

Gymile

Karnsafide

Obielot

Juschute

Richoyde

Schoette

Terdelascoye

I gawked at the ridiculous names on the list and vowed to myself to never again let James read Parzival. 'Lischois Gwelljus'? I shuddered and made a mental note to myself to pray for Prongs' unborn child. With a father like James he could end up with a name like 'Brandelilelin' or worse 'Manpfilyot'. It would be even worse if he were a she… 'Condwiramurs', 'Herzeloyde' and 'Terdelascoye' all made me gag. I sincerely hoped that Lily had more to do with the naming process then James. I folded the parchment up and stuck it in my robes to bring it to Moony… he would get a laugh out of this.

Saturday March 28 1980

I left for work a little earlier than usual so I could drop by Peter's and ask him what possessed him to pick those names the other day, as well as pick up a magical hand held massager or something for Moony's back and feet. Instead of taking the Floo or the Knight Bus, I decided to Apperate… and landed smack dab in the middle of Hell. The streets were filled with panicking people, screaming and running for their lives and unconscious figures hung in the air like grotesque puppets. I drew my wand, just in time to shield myself from an explosion. Lowering my shield charm, I saw that the explosion had come from the demolition of Pettigrew's Presents. 'Fuck, Peter…' I rushed into the burning building. "PETER!" I couldn't see anything smoke was swirling around my body as if it had a mind of its own. I choked on the rancid gas as it invaded my lungs. "PETER? WORMTAIL?" No answer. I ran to the back of the shop where I knew there were hidden stairs that led to Peter's flat. Tears from desperation and the smoke ran sown my cheeks. My head spun with lack of oxygen, but I didn't dare focus on a 'Bubble-Head Charm' when I might need to curse someone or defend myself. I paused on the stairs to cough and catch my breath.

"CRUCIO!"

A scream wrenched itself through the air. I started and continued up the stairs to where the scream came from. Bursting into the flat I felt my breath die in my lungs and ice-cold fear creep into my mind. James was laying on the ground, alive, but with a huge gash in his face, and Peter sobbing into the dead body of Mary MacDonald, his longtime muggle born girlfriend. Watching all this with a cruel smile on her face was none other than my cousin, Bellatrix. "Siri!" She squealed, sounding absolutely delighted. "What a wonderful surprise!"

I pointed my wand at her. "What did you do..."

Bellatrix giggled. "Don't worry, Cousin. I didn't kill your friends." She smirked.

"LIAR!" I shot a body-binding hex at her. She blocked it easily. "YOU KILLED HER!"

"I may be many things, Cousin, but I'm no liar." Bellatrix laughed.

Lieslieslieslieslies... Mary was dead. Sweet, innocent, though slightly ditsy, Mary was dead. Beautiful loving Mary- Bellatrix killed her. "CRUCIO!"

Bellatrix danced out of the way and I began to shoot spells at her... Dark Spells that I had read about in my Parents library and in the Restricted Section at Hogwarts. Soon Bellatrix's giddy smile turned into a feline snarl. I fought for Mary who was much too young and good to die.

Bellatrix growled at me, sweat glistening on her forehead. "Expelliarmus!" she shouted and I felt my wand yank itself out of my hand. Finding myself cornered and wandless I lunged at Bellatrix with my fists pulled back and ready to strike. I was blown across the room, and I heard myself cry out at I hit the glass of the window.

"Master!" Bellatrix suddenly shouted. "Master I have them!"

Master? Did she mean-

CRACK!

"Well done, Bellatrix…" That voice… I recognized it. I had heard it before when I was defending that Muggle Village with the rest of the Order… it was Lord Voldemort. "Is there a chance of them joining?" The reedy thin voice sent prickles of fear down my spine.

"No, My Lord. Both my… my 'cousin' and Potter are Blood Traitors to the core."

"What about this one?"

Peter… they were talking about Peter… I tried to turn my head, but it felt too heavy to move. "… he'd never join you…" I managed to speak through a blood filled mouth. Suddenly, I was lifted into the air and I found myself face to waxy face with Lord Voldemort himself. The blood in my vein froze as I looked into the evil red tinted eyes of the Man who had killed so many innocent people, Muggle and Wizard alike.

"Sirius Black…" He hissed. "Finally… I have the pleasure of meeting you…" I spat. The pink tinged glob of saliva hit him straight in his eye. Bellatrix gasped in horror as Voldemort slowly wiped the spittle from his face. "Your family… they were right about you." He said slowly. "You are brave… an admirable trait. But I've no need for you. Avada Kedavr-"

"STUPIFY!"

The charm missed, but distracted Voldemort long enough for the curse to break. Landing on my arse, I lurched over to where James was dragging himself over to Peter and Mary's dead body.

"GET THEM! DON'T LET-"

CRACK!

"Fuck!" I exclaimed as I landed hard on a wood floor. There was a sharp burning pain in my thigh. Looking down I saw that all the skin on the whole left half of my left leg was gone, as well as some sizable chunks of flesh. Splinched… I heaved and a disgusting splattering sound filled the Potter's living room. Shit… Remus bought Lily that rug… I threw up again as another wave of nausea hit me.

"Lily!" James croaked, sprawled out on the ground. "Lily…"

"She wont be able to hear you, Mate…" I hissed in pain.

"I'll get her…" Peter spoke up for the fist time. His voice was cracked and raspy with smoke. He slowly rose to his feet and winced. "Ow… shit." He muttered as he noticed blood seeping out of his shoe. "Damn it, I think that I splinched."

"Me too, Mate." I whispered, laying my head down on the fuzzy carpet. "Now be a good Lad and get Evans, will you?"

" 'S just Lily now…"

We both ignored James, and Peter hobbled out of the room. "Lily?"

"Peter? What are you doing he-" There was a strangled gasp, "Oh my! Peter you should be at St. Mungo's! Why are you-"

"Never mind me, Lily. "Sirius and James are much mor-"

"What about James?"

"What am I… chopped liver?" I muttered as Lily walked into the room. The next thing I knew, I was unconscious.

Tuesday, March 31, 1980

I opened my eyes and found myself staring at a starch white ceiling. Moaning I rolled over and found myself face to find myself face to face with Peter. He looked awful… his normally jolly pink face was pale and the merry light in his pale blue eyes had gone out. "You missed the funeral." He whispered. "There was balloons… yellow ones. That was her favorite color…"

"Mary's funereal?" I bolted upright. "SHIT! How long have I been out?"

"It's the thirty-first." Peter's voice cracked. "Our anniversary…"

I winced at the raw pain in Peter's voice and pulled him into an awkward one armed hug. "You'll be okay, Mate. You're tough."

"I just don't know how I'll be able to get on without her…" Peter started to cry. "I just miss her so much!" I let Peter cry into my shoulder for what seemed like hours. It was the strangest most unnerving thing ever… Peter didn't cry! He laughed and made bad jokes and came up with the best cookie recipes ever! A non-jolly Peter was like a Lily-Hating James or a beardless Dumbledore! It just wasn't right.

"Do you feel, like… I dunno. Talking about it?"

"No… it hurts too much. It would have hurt so much less if your cousin really was the one to kill Mary though."

"But she was lie-"

"She didn't lie Sirius." Peter pushed himself away from me and wiped his eyes on a corner of my sheet. "She was telling the fucking truth. James was the one who fired the curse that killed her."

I was shocked. "…what? James… that's not possible. He wouldn't-"

"It is and he did." Peter said coldly. "All three of us were fighting Bellatrix and James shot a killing curse at her. And he missed… it ricocheted off of that 'unbreakable mirror' that Lily bought us as a homecoming gift and hit Mary in the face."

"James-"

"Avada Kedavra'd her in the face." Peter took a deep breath. "I wish that I could get back at him, you know? Like… avenge Mary or something or…" He shook his head. "Never mind. Moony just left, by the way." Peter said, abruptly changing the subject. "And… and James is with him so you don't have to worry-"

"Worry about what?"

Peter looked at me blankly. "Didn't you hear me earlier when I told you it was the thirty-first?"

"What about it?

"Sirius, It's the Full Moon."

I blanched. "WHAT? Full moon? I can't be in the hospital during the Full Moon! What about Remus? This will be the second Full Moon I've missed in a row!"

"And how exactly is that my fault?" Peter demanded angrily. "Don't complain about it… just fucking do something." I dismissed Peter's rudeness. He, of all people, deserved to be rude.

I lurched out of bed and started looking for my wand.

"Wait… what are you doing?"

"I'm going to apparate over there…. AHA!" I had found my wand.

"You cant!" Peter exclaimed. "Wait till tomorrow morning! The Moon's already rise-"

CRACK!

I winced as I landed heavily in the middle of my living room. The curtains were shut tight. "Moony… Moony? I'm back-" A loud growl sounded behind me. Turning around slowly, I found myself staring at a fully grown werewolf with a hungry look in its yellow eyes… I should have listened to Peter… I had never been more scared in my entire life. I felt as if I had been petrified. I couldn't seem to move, only stare in horror at the Werewolf in front of me. Where the hell was Prongs? The Werewolf stalked closer until its snout was only about six or so inches away from my crotch. I squeezed my eyes shut… Good Lord this was going to be painful… a yelp made me open my eyes again. James had finally appeared, knocking the Werewolf away with his huge antlers.

"Watch the Baby!" I hissed. James gave me a look that clearly told me to shut up and transform before he joined Remus in attacking me. I quickly shifted forms, and through colorblind eyes I watched the Werewolf struggle to its feet and look around wildly, searching for the Human that was just there a moment ago.

"Hrrrnnnnn…" The Werewolf padded up to me looking confused. It sniffed at me and then woofed happily, licking my snout and padding away towards the hall closet. I followed closely and was slightly shocked when I saw all of the pillows and sheets from our bedroom, as well as from the couch and the towels from the bathroom, arranged into a large nest like shape inside the closet. The Werewolf snuggled into its makeshift nest and closed its eyes, making a soft huffing sound.

I felt a hoof nudge at my backside. I spun around snarling. James raised an eyebrow at me. do you have any idea how odd it is to have a Stag raise an eyebrow at you? It is very odd. Very odd indeed… He gestured with his head for me to follow him. James led me down the hall to the bathroom. There he shifted back into his human form and hurried me into the bathroom before shutting and locking the door.

"James, what-"

"Are you alright?" James demanded. "You were out for days."

"I'm fine." I hissed, switching back. "Why are we not animals?"

"I think that we'll be fine if we stay in here." James waved his hand dismissively. "Is it alright if I leave now? It looks like It'll be fairly calm for the rest of the night."

"I'll be fine." I clapped James on the shoulder. "Say 'Hello' to Evans for me-"

"It's Lily now-"

"And be sure to check on Wormtail. He's looking bad."

I was shocked to see James' normally cheerful eyes fill with tears. "I can't face him, Padfoot… I'm the one who killed her… I can't face him. Not when I killed his 'Lily'." I couldn't find the words to comfort him so just hugged James tightly, and shifted back into a dog. James opened the door for me and I padded out.

I made my way back to the closet. Just as I nudged the Werewolf with my nose, I heard a loud 'Crack' and knew that James had left. The Werewolf blinked up at me and licked my cheek. I curled around It and sighed happily as It began to lick my face and neck, like I've seen female dogs do to their pups… the Werewolf growled, happy that I was now clean, and then laid It's head down on my back. Seconds later It was asleep. The nest of towels and sheets and other bed-stuff was ridiculously comfortable and I was oddly exhausted, despite the fact that I had been sleeping for almost three or four days. I gave a huge yawn and closed my eyes. I could do with a lovely little nap.

Wednesday, April 1, 1980

The next morning I woke up in the closet, curled around a shivering Remus. He was still fast asleep but goose-bumps covered his body. Shifting back into my human form I stretched, moaning when I felt my joints popping. I gently lifted Remus up and carried him out of the closet and into our living room, grabbing a sheet off of the top of the nest to throw over Moony.

After Remus was all snuggled up on the couch and adorable, I wandered into the kitchen to fix some breakfast before I left for work. I put on some bacon, eggs, sausages, pancakes, fried tomatoes, and tea. And then I fixed my own breakfast. Just a scrambled egg and toast for me, thanks.

While I cooked my breakfast I read the Daily Prophet.

'Werewolf Fenir Greyback Attacks Small Muggle Child.

Yesterday Morning, the Werewolf notorious Fenir Greyback, attacked three-year-old Jennifer Harris, a muggle girl, leaving the child dead. Her parents were killed soon after. Greyback was not in fact transformed at the time since it was not a full moon, and the incident happened in plain daylight. Authorities believe that-"

"It's awful isn't, it?"

I jumped. I had not realized that Remus had snuck up behind me. "Yeah… horrible." I felt Remus press himself to my back, wrapping his arms around my waist and laying his cheek against my shoulder.

"Fenir Greyback's the one who bit me, you know…" Remus muttered, kissing my shoulder. "My Dad insulted him and he came after him. I was a stupid kid… I loved the full moon and I had snuck out to see it better…" Remus trailed off, and I felt something damp on my shoulder. Twisting around I let Remus cry silently into my chest, and a few hot tears escaped my own eyes and fell into Remus' hair. We cried for Greyback's victims, the dead ones and the ones who were forced into a fate almost worse than death…

When I went to work something was off… and then I realized. It was April Fools Day, and yet no one was Fooling. "What's going on?" I asked Greg when I walked into the office.

Greg looked up at me with blank eyes. "Jenny's dead." He whispered. "My niece… Greyback killed her. And my sister… my sister…" Greg let out a choked sob and shook his head. I suddenly found myself at his side and wrapping him in a tight hug. Greg buried his head in my chest as I stroked his hair. I noticed that it was only a shade darker than Moony's and was in the same style, albeit a bit shorter.

"Sorry…" Greg sniffled and pulled away, breaking me out of my thoughts. "So… how about those Cannons?"

Sunday, April 5, 1980

"We should have my parent's over for dinner." Remus said one day while he was staring at his baby bump in the full-length mirror in our bedroom. "I'm sure that Mum has gotten over the shock be now, and Rom's probably not mad anymore… and I'm not even sure if my Dad knows yet…"

"How about another time?" I scowled at the sheet of parchment in my hand. "Besides, aren't we on our way to Greg's families fucking funeral?"

Remus looked offended. "I didn't mean for today…"

I grimace and stood up, walking over to Remus and wrapping him in a hug. "Sorry for snapping. I'm just… you know."

"I know." Remus kissed me gently on the lips. "The war's taken a toll on everyone. We've lost our friends… I understand."

"I shouldn't be taking it out on you though." I whispered. "You or Little Moonfoot here…" I placed a hand on Moony's belly.

"Moonfoot?"

I flushed. "I- it's a name that I thought up for the Baby… its like a mix between our two nicknames-"

"I like it." Remus smiled shyly up at me. "It's a wonderful name."

Later, at the funeral, I was standing with Remus while he sat in the shade and nibbled at a bunch of grapes. Both our eyes were red, though we hardly knew the family. I had met Greg's sister and niece once at a work thing and Remus used to baby-sit for the little girl.

"Thanks for coming." Greg walked up to me and wrapped me in a hug. "You're a true friend Mate." Letting go of me He noticed Moony. "Remus. How's the pregnancy going?"

"Really excellent, thanks. I'm about eleven weeks along no-"

"Really? That's swell." Greg turned back to me. "See you in work tomorrow?"

"Um… actually-"

"He's off." Remus snapped, and stood up. "Now, thank you for having us. It was a lovely funeral, but we really must be going. Now, come along Sirius."

Wednesday, April 8, 1980

A few days later, Moony was still angry with me though I had no idea why. It wasn't like the last times that he had been mad at me. During the other times he's been mad at me I've been made to sleep on the couch, cook my own meals, clean up after myself, and in certain rare instances, be the Bottom for a night. But now… he was just cold. I was still allowed to sleep in the bedroom but Moony was so stiff towards me. And not the good kind of stiff either. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Moony, we need to talk."

"We need to talk?"

"Yeah. About us."

"About us?"

"Some things need to change around here."

"Some things need to change around here?"

"Will you stop repeating?"

"Repeating?"

I glared at Remus and he glared back from over his bowl of cereal. "You're acting really irritating right now, you know that?"

"Am I?" Remus raised an eyebrow in a challenge.

"Yes." I growled.

"Well, good." Remus stood up and walked past me.

"Will you at least tell me why?" I was horrified to hear my voice crack. I was supposed to be the strong manly man, laying down the law.

Remus turned slowly to me. "I'll tell you why. Do you remember tat day at the Funeral?" I nodded. " Greg was flirting with you."

I relaxed and pulled Remus into a tight hug. "Baby, is that all? Greg flirts with everyone."

"He didn't flirt with me."

"That's because he knew that you were mine."

Sunday, April 11, 1980

After that, Remus' jealousy problems only got worse. We were sitting in the waiting room at Kazam's Pregnancy Clinic and I was terrified. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as he felt his ears pop, and I could just tell that Remus' head had just turned slowly towards mine… just like the 'Exorcist' in that Muggle Movie. I started to sweat as Remus' eyes smoldered on the side of my head. Soon he could take no more. (What? You'd be uncomfortable too if the side of your head was freaking burning!)

"WHAT?" People turned to stare at us.

"Don't you 'what' me." Remus snapped angrily, ignored the odd looks. "You keep looking at her… you keep talking to her… why don't you just do her right here?"

"Rem, baby-"

"WHY DON'T YOU JUST DO HER RIGHT HERE?"

"I have to look and talk to her! She's the fucking Secretary!"

I was relieved when Healer Fitzwhickerson called us in. After the initial check out, Healer Fitzwhickerson told us that the baby's bones were solidifying and it now had eyes and ears. Remus started beaming and I felt my chest swell with pride when we were told that, so far, our baby was healthy and happy.

Tuesday, April 14, 1980

"Can you build this for the baby?" Remus scurried over to me as soon as I cam home from work. I glanced at the crib in the Baby Accessory magazine that Lily had sent over.

"No."

Remus looked surprised and hurt. "Why not?"

"Could I build shit, before you got pregnant?"

Remus sighed and wrapped his arms around me. "What's the matter, Siri?"

"Dumbledore wants me to rejoin the Order." I grimaced and pulled Remus closer against my chest, burying my nose in the sweet familiar scent of his hair. "Me and James."

Remus looked alarmed. "But why?"

"Moony? You may want to sit down." Remus obediently pulled away from me and sat on the couch, curving his arms protectively over his tiny baby bump. I sat next to him, placed my hands on his shoulders. "you know Gideon and Fabian Prewett?" I asked, looking deep into Remus' eyes.

"Yes…"

"They're dead."

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE! I AM THE SLOWEST TYPER IN EXISTANCE! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

Sorry for all of the angst in this chapter… but as I was writing this I remembered that there was a war going on at this point. And this IS cannon. So Sirius WILL be arrested after the Potters die at the hands of Peter… unless you don't want that and would rather have an AU where everyone stays happy. If THAT is the case, then I shall have to be bribed. XD

During the Full Moon Scene, I called Remus the Werewolf because I don't think of Remus as THE Werewolf, but I think of Moony as Remus. Do you know what I mean?

If I didn't include any of your ideas, it doesn't mean that they wont be in the story… just not in this chapter. :)

FWI, THIS WILL NOT BE ABANDONED! I AM JUST SLOW!

Any Ideas you guys have for future chapters will be added in! Please Review!