I was still glowering at Sirius as we settled down for Dinner. The lets embarrass Harry with all his nicknames game was definitely NOT my idea of fun, though Sirius and Remus seemed to get a kick out of it.

Sipping my water cautiously, I watched Dad's eyes dart around the room as though surveying it with a prankster's eye, and, a few seats down, Fred and George mimicking his movements.
Remus and Sirius seemed far too busy teasing me to bother with the Prank war anymore.

"What is it? Pick on Harry day?" I grumbled to myself.

"What's that, cub? Didn't quite catch that…" Remus smirked.

"Stupid…Sensitive…Hearing…" I groaned, preparing myself for an onslaught of pathetic, potentially humiliating nicknames.

"So, my bab-"
"ANY NICKNAME BUT THAT ONE SIRIUS ORION BLACK" I bellowed abruptly, launching myself over Remus's seat to my left and tackling him to the ground.

Sirius and Remus exchanged delighted looks. And Remus began. "What nickname, Cub, Bab-"
"NO!" I cut out the end of his sentence with a scowl. "You said it was only until I was fourteen!" I whined childishly, despite my adult age.

"Then you reacted like that." Sirius said simply, before, using self-preservation, he wrestled free from my slack grip and flung himself from the room, Remus hot on his heels.

Pursuing them through the house, I located them in Sirius' bedroom, Remus doubled over, Sirius clutching his side – tears streaming down their faces.

I slammed the door behind me, casting locking and silencing charms in quick succession.

"H-H-Harry…" Remus gasped. "I h-haven't laughed th-that h-hard in…in ye-ars"

My scowl caused Sirius to stop laughing, though his eyes danced playfully. He panted for a few moments before he rose from the bed and began to smirk.

"So…my baby boy" I jerked away and shuddered. "…you, um, oppose to that particular nickname?"

"…Obviously." I snapped, my face crimson.

"Oh, this is priceless!" Remus spoke quite audibly and I seized a Pillow from the bed and walloped him around the head. Hard.

"Ow!" He complained for a moment, before a pillow smacked the back of my head and I spun around to face my Godfather and a pillow.

Pillow Warfare broke out in the bedroom of Sirius Black on that day. But it was nothing to what was happening downstairs when we eventually left the bedroom, with their promises to use the nickname at every opportunity ringing through my ears.

It was Sirius who had the 'brainwave' to find my younger self for him and Remus to test out the horrific nicknames theory on a second time.

I prayed they'd go easy on me.

Another shudder rippled through me and Remus wrapped his arms around me, spinning around to face him as he did so.

The fatherly gesture from Remus both shocked and pleased me.

"Come on, Cub, it's just a little fun."

"For you." I grumbled.

"But you're just so cute when you're angry!" Sirius spoke. I glowered at him from where we'd paused on the landing. "Point proven." Sirius stated.

My glower flickered and I found myself smiling a little when Remus released me.

"I missed you both." I whispered.

"You have us now." Remus spoke gently, ruffling my hair.

We stepped as a trio into the Lounge.

The immediate word that popped into my mind.

Chaos.