Cherishing Harry
Remus
Walburga, Lissa, and Sirius looked at each other silently for a moment.
"One more thing," Lissa said hesitantly. "What are we going to do about the required documents? Sirius and I would have had to file a wedding certificate with the Ministry, and Aeneas' birth certificate as well."
"I've already got a solution for that," Walburga said with a slightly smug air. "My father, Pollux, is a member of the Wizengamot and therefore has unlimited access to the Ministry records. I'm sure I can convince him to help us. An heir is an heir, after all."
Lissa smiled, "Wonderful. Now, what about pictures from Aeneas' birth, baby pictures, first words, first magic, etc.?"
"Kreacher! will be able to forge those easily," Walburga replied calmly as Kreacher popped into the room.
"Yes, mistress?" Kreacher asked.
"Have you finished Master Aeneas' room?" Walburga demanded briskly.
"Yes, mistress," Kreacher assured her with a slight bow.
"Good," Walburga said, "You will assist Mistress Larissa in creating the proper documents. You are to obey her as you would me and the forgeries that you create must be the best you have ever done."
"Yes, mistress," Kreacher said again.
"Good. Go prepare the necessities that you and Mistress Larissa will need while I finish speaking with my son. Make sure to come when either Mistress Larissa or Master Sirius call."
"Of course, mistress," Kreacher replied before vanishing with a pop.
"Now," Walburga started, "Larissa, you will work with Kreacher on the forgeries. You must make sure that every detail is focused on and that no important moments in Aeneas' life are missed."
Lissa nodded before standing and leaving the dining room.
"Sirius," Walburga continued, "you will go speak with the werewolf immediately. You will secure his agreement and then bring him here at once. He will then preform the wedding ceremony with myself as a witness before becoming Aeneas' godfather. If everything goes as planned, we will have all the documents and pictures forged by late this afternoon and Pollux will have slipped them into the records with the proper dates by the time the Ministry has closed for the day."
"And what are you going to do, mother?" Sirius asked.
"I am going to speak with my father."
Remus woke with a start. His floo had chimed, announcing that someone was coming through and into his flat.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he glanced at his clock. 12:00pm. He didn't often sleep this late, but he was still recovering from the full moon which had been two nights ago.
"Remus?" he heard someone call from the living room.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he said through a yawn as he pulled on a pair of patched and fraying trousers.
Still waking up, he only realized that he had left his room when his bare feet touched the cold wood of his living room. When he spotted Sirius lounging on his dusty old sofa, he really wasn't surprised. Sirius could often be found bumming on Remus' sofa when Sirius didn't have work. Although, as it was a Monday, Remus didn't know why Sirius was on sofa at that moment.
"Why are you here?" Remus asked as he moved toward his kitchen.
"Gee, nice to see how welcome I am," Sirius said sarcastically.
"Don't you have duty?" Remus questioned as he set a chipped red mug on his kitchen counter.
"Not this week," Sirius responded, "I have two weeks off."
"How nice."
The two of them sat in silence as Remus fixed himself some breakfast and coffee. Once Remus had finished eating he sat silently looking as Sirius.
Contemplating him, Remus asked shrewdly, "What are you here for? You're never this quiet normally," Remus finished, forestalling Sirius' lackluster protest.
"Is your flat totally secure?" Sirius asked. At Remus' nod, he continued, "I've got a bit of a story for you. And I need your help."
Remus was intrigued.
"Go on," Remus encouraged.
And so Sirius did. Sirius told him everything. Sirius told Remus what had happened with Harry. What Lissa and his mother had done and were doing now. And what he needed Remus' help with.
And Remus agreed.