All the legal stuff, summery and notes are on chapter one.
Happy New Jewish Year to all!
A/N: To RRW, Harry is totally the girl in the relationship, but he's cool with it and so is Remus. Wait until he really gets hormonal... I don't envy poor Remus then...
HoshiHikari- Snape would never hurt a child, well, at least not before they enter Hogwarts...
Mini-Moony- chapter ten
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When Moony and Padfoot padded back into the room it was almost time for the moon to set. Harry was lying on their bed, Aaron curled besides him and he was petting the young wolf. Sirius transformed back to his human shape just as Moony jumped on the bed and nuzzled Harry's neck in greeting.
Aaron blinked his eyes open and yipped happily at the sight of Moony and Sirius. He stretched his little body and shook himself awake before he sat back and watched the adults. This was just like waiting for the moon to rise, only vice versa.
Harry closed his eyes, holding onto both Aaron and Remus tightly, trying to elevate the pain, even if only mentally. Under the palms of his hands he felt the fur retreating and giving way to familiar skin, bodies shifting back into two-legged creatures. He gingerly opened his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief that another moon was over. But his relief was short-lived when Aaron's body started convulsing and he began screaming in agony.
Remus stirred, trying to reach for the boy but barely able to move his arms. Sirius was completely shocked by what was happening before his eyes, he sat there with his mouth gaping while Harry tried frantically to discover the source of the pain. Aaron's eyes were full of tears and he was sobbing in pain, not even able to tell Harry what was wrong.
"Sirius," Harry yelled, and pushed the stunned man with his foot, "Call Severus, NOW!" Sirius snapped from his stupor and jumped from the bed, nearly losing his footage as he hurried to the fireplace.
Meanwhile Harry was trying to rock the boy and ease his pain, but nothing helped. In the back he could hear Sirius shouting into the floo, but he paid no mind to it until he was roughly shoved aside by his former Potions Professor. Harry stood by the bed and wrung his hands together, his face wet with tears and his bottom lip held tight between his teeth. Sirius was standing beside him, torn between offering to help Severus care for the child and comforting Harry who was one step down from a total breakdown.
"Black, get over here and help me!" Severus snapped and Sirius shook himself from his trance. He moved to the bed and tried to follow Snape's orders as best as he could, a job made a lot harder by the fact that Snape tended to be snarkier than usual under stress. Together they managed to pry open Aaron's jaws and pour down a calming draught down his throat. Sirius gently rubbed the boy's throat to ease the potion down and slowly the screams died out, leaving Aaron's body shaking with effort and panting but no longer hurting so much.
"What happened?" Harry whispered, slowly approaching the bed, as if afraid his mare presence would cause Aaron further pain,
"I'm not sure. I have several theories but I can't say anything for sure at the moment," Severus said pensively, looking down at the boy, "I am certain that it has to be a reaction to one of the Wolfsbane potion's ingredients but I cannot say whether it's an allergic reaction or something else," He looked at both Aaron and Remus, pondering his choices, "I shall have to take blood samples from both of them." Remus nodded immediately, eager to assist even in this meagre way. Harry knelt besides Remus and grabbed his husband's hand before he too nodded slowly. Severus set to work quickly and within minutes he was done with his task. He rose from the bed, packing up the blood samples in his bag. But before he closed it he produced a small vial of amber liquid and handed it over to Harry, "Help me rub this on, and then you can tell me how you got in this situation." He ordered Harry who jumped over Remus to help.
Together the two of them worked the soothing oil on Aaron's legs, arms, torso and back, rubbing the tightened muscles back into suppleness and Harry recounted the story of how he and Remus met Aaron. Severus nodded and hummed to himself at intervals. He wasn't surprised, this was just the sort of thing Remus and Harry would do. Part of him was proud at the level of maturity and care that Harry was showing, but a tiny part was pissed at the extra work the case presented to him. Meanwhile Remus, who was thoroughly exhausted drifted off to sleep and Sirius was nodding on the spot. When Harry and Severus finished tending the boy the two wolves were peacefully sleeping.
"I'll run some tests; I should have answers for you soon. I think I'm going to have to develop a child safe Wolfsbane." Severus said with a happy glint in his eyes at the thought of solving another potions problem.
"Will he be alright?" Harry was softly caressing Aaron's hair,
"He should be. I believe he'll sleep for several more hours. He should wake up good as new, but if he doesn't, you know where to find me." Harry nodded and thanked the man warmly, immensely grateful for his help, he escorted his former professor to the fireplace. After the man had disappeared in a rush of green flames he turned back to the bed and climbed into it, resting on his side so that he could reach both men. Sirius sat behind Harry and rubbed the tension out of his shoulders,
"He'll be alright. Come on, Prongslet, you're exhausted, get some sleep." He pleaded the boy but Harry shook his head,
"I'm fine. I'll just watch over them. You can go home. You're knackered." Sirius stretched and yawned wide, before he rose from the bed.
"You know where to find me, yeah?" Harry nodded with a smile and returned to his watch. Sirius walked over to the fireplace, rubbing his lower back and stifling another yawn. Before he threw the floo powder in he turned to the bed one last time and saw that Harry had fallen fast asleep, his arm curled around Aaron and his palm resting on Remus's stomach. The small boy had snuggled around Harry's arm. Sirius shook his head and smiled, all in all, it was a good moon.
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Again it was Aaron that was the first to wake. The boy looked around him and once again found himself between Harry and Remus. Unlike the first time, the boy didn't feel the need to creep out of the bed. He could feel the cold in the room, his little nose freezing and he buried himself further in the blankets and the warmth of the two men. Moving his limbs made Aaron wince a little; his muscles felt as if he'd been running for days and the boy whimpered slightly and tried to find the best position as soon as possible.
Harry stirred when he felt the little body squirming beside him. He blinked his eyes open and cursed himself for forgetting to turn the central heating on the previous night. This would make getting out of bed a special kind of hell.
"Hey Cana, how are you feeling?" He smiled softly when he saw Aaron's blue eyes looking at him intently,
"Hurt." The boy pouted and Harry moved his hand to touch the boy and see whether everything was alright. Aaron didn't flinch or cry when he touched him and Harry realized the pain must have been exhaustion from the transformation. Remus used to hurt like that each and every morning after the full moon.
"I know, Cana, but it'll pass soon." Harry assured the boy, "How about we go have a nice soak in the bath. I have some special salts that will help the pain." The boy sighed and nodded, and Harry smiled and slid out of the bed. The first shock of cold was making him curse loudly and he was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and a reproachful glare from a four-years-old. Harry tried to smile and apologized slightly before he donned his robe and slippers on. Grabbing a wool blanket from the linen box he quickly wrapped Aaron in it to keep the cold out and carried him to the bathroom.
Remus felt every muscle in his body screaming and protesting when he turned to his back. His hand was feeling along the bed in attempt to locate Harry's body, but even rolling on his side and stretching to the edge of the bed produced no result and regretfully Remus opened his eyes. Nope, Harry wasn't hiding in a corner of the bed, and neither was Aaron, it was completely empty. He closed his eyes again and sent his mind searching for his bond-mate. The bathroom, Remus knew, promised hot water and healing salts, which was just what his body needed right now.
Slowly and carefully he rolled out of the bed and immediately started to shiver. Not bothering to look for his robe he trudged the short distance to the main bathroom of the house. When he pushed the door open he was instantly engulfed with hot steam and the scent of bath salts and oils. Remus breathed in deep and felt his muscles relaxing already. He walked into the room and shut the door behind him, keeping the cold out. Harry turned from his post by the tub and smiled at his husband. Aaron was waving happily from inside the huge tub and Remus smiled back at him.
"Shove over, will you?" He told the boy and stripped out of his nightshirt. Sinking into the hot bliss he hissed in pleasure. Gods, but that felt good. After his body adjusted to the temperature of the water Remus opened his eyes and smiled at the wet boy. He cupped his hands together on the water surface and sprayed the boy with tiny water jets. Aaron squealed happily and retaliated by sloshing water with his hands.
"Oi you two!" Harry cried when Aaron's enthusiastic splashing caught him square in the face, "None of that now, you two ought to relax!" The two werewolves in the bath hung their heads sheepishly and a few minutes later Harry decided that Aaron'd has had enough water for one day. He wrapped the boy tightly with a towel, the only bits pocking were the boy's head and toes before he kissed Remus and carried Aaron to his room to get dressed.
By the time Remus was done with his bath he padded out into a cosily warm house, now that Harry had turned the heating on. He leisurely dressed and went to find his family. Harry and Aaron were in the kitchen, fixing lunch.
The rest of the day they passed indoors, neither wanting to get their noses out in the cold. They played games on the living room carpet and laughed away the remains of the previous night.
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A/N: I'm a bit bummed by the end of this chapter, but I honestly thought the whole thing with Snape would take longer… Damn him and his minimalism…