6 years later…

Remus sighed. Dumbledore looked at him curiously.

"What's wrong, Remus?" Dumbledore asked

"I just remembered that I have to go pick up Harry, Chelleigh, and Veronica."

"Where are they staying?"

"Harry is at Arthur and Molly Weasley's house. Veronica and Chelleigh are at Dorian's house."

3 years ago, as Remus was walking down the street, a homeless witch threw Chelleigh at him and told him to keep her. As soon as Remus looked at her tiny face, he knew he had to raise her as his own.

"Well, at least before you go, help me with this new potion. I've never been really good at potions. And I'm sure that Harry, Veronica, and Chelleigh wouldn't mind staying a little longer. Don't they call Arthur and Dorian 'dad'?" Dumbledore asked Remus with a hint of amusement in his voice

Meanwhile…
(Dorian's house)

Chelleigh and Veronica had finished making their tent and went into the room that Dorian had added on to his house just for them. Harry had half of the room since he was older. The two girls grabbed as many toys as they could, and carried them into the tent. As they searched for the right toy to play with, Veronica suddenly spotted a black and white stuffed sheep dog. Alas, Chelleigh had spotted it at the same time. Both girls reached for the sheep dog. Suddenly, the two girls started tugging at the dog.

"Let go, Chelleigh! I saw it first!" Veronica whined

"But it's my toy! You let go! You don't get to touch it! It's MINE!"

Dorian came into the room.

"Girls, are you arguing? Y'all are good kids. Don't make me use the leather belt on you."

Dorian gave a goofy look and left.

With as much force as she could muster, Veronica pulled the sheep dog out of Chelleigh's hands. Chelleigh began to cry very loudly. Dorian came into the room. Veronica shoved the sheep dog behind her back and scooted forward to make it look like she had been playing with the other toys the whole time.

"What's wrong, Chelleigh?"

"S-She took my d-dog! A-And won't give it b-back!"

Dorian pulled back some of the blankets back and looked at Veronica, who was playing with an American Girl doll.

"Veronica, where is Chelleigh's dog?"

"I don't know."

"What's behind your back?"

"A shirt."

"Veronica. Take the sheep dog out from behind your back and give it back to Chelleigh."

"No."

Dorian began to come into the tent. Veronica pulled the sheep dog out and scrambled out of the tent on the other side. Dorian came out of the tent. Veronica went back in. Chelleigh, still angry, had a plan.

"Fine. You can have it. I hope you like a broken tent." Chelleigh pushed one of the stands over while Veronica moved just in time to avoid getting hit.

Dorian grabbed Chelleigh's arm and told her to apologize.

Veronica, however, had other plans. "She won't 'pologize. She's being a meanie."

"Veronica, I don't like your tone." Dorian warned

"I don't like your face." Veronica replied

"That's it!" Dorian had had enough. He pulled out his belt. Veronica sat on the floor and stuck her nose in the air.

"Well, nobody likes your face. It's too ugly." Chelleigh retorted

"Veronica, you're first." Dorian raised his voice

"I'm sleeping."

"No, you're not. I can see your little eyelids fluttering." Dorian had to stifle a laugh. This wasn't a time for laughing. He could laugh later. When he could see that Veronica wasn't budging, he turned to Chelleigh.
"Chelleigh, come–"

"No Daddy! Pwease!" Chelleigh cried