Hey guys! Back with another chapter!

So before we start, let me just remind you that even though, according to our standards, Remus and Aurora are of course too young to be having children, you have to remember that this is Harry Potter's universe we're talking about, and witches and wizards married and had children quite soon after leaving Hogwarts. Look at Molly and Arthur, they had Bill when they were about seventeen. Also Lily and James had Harry at twenty and I'm pretty sure it wasn't an accident, they wanted him. So I think it's only natural for them to want a child.

Also, I realize Remus, in the books, is a very troubled man who didn't want to have a son with Tonks because of his curse, but in this story Remus has Aurora. She's an influence on all the characters, especially Remus. He's not a coward and even though he has fears regarding his curse, he also knows she loves him with all her heart and she accepts even the parts of him that he cannot.


Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I have no ownership over Harry Potter and its wonderful universe. I do own my OC's and story line.


Harry Potter - The Marauders Era

"The Princess Marauder"

October, 1978 - Autumn

"Have you calmed down? Are you ready to be civilized now?"

Remus shot me a glare as he tugged on his tie to loosen it harshly. "I'm dead serious, Aurora, I don't want him around you."

"Alright then, let's walk up to Dumbledore and ask him to simply kick Gideon out of the Order without a proper reason other than my husband being a territorial, jealous werewolf," I replied, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Sounds perfectly fine to me."

"Ugh, come on!" I groaned, throwing my hands up, positively exasperated. "I am not in the mood to deal with your jealous fits tonight, Remus. I'm hungry, tired and I've been nauseous all day. I just want to go to that bloody meeting and then pass out into full-on hibernation mode."

The change in him was completely drastic. One second he was moody and snappy, and the next his face twisted into concern as he gathered me in his arms. "You're nauseous? Why?"

I lowered my forehead to his chest with a sigh. "No idea... I've been feeling queasy since I started working, but I blamed it on my nervous system. Now I'm not so sure... maybe it's that place Sirius and I usually go to for lunch..."

"See?" His warm hands felt nice rubbing my back up and down in a soothing rhythm. "We should definitely stay home so you can rest and I can take care of you."

"Everything serves as an excuse to keep me away from Gideon to you, doesn't it?" When he offered me a sheepish smile, I snorted. "Remus, you have to get that jealousy under control. He only held me because I tripped on the rug, it lasted no more than ten seconds."

His hold tightened. "I don't care... After sixth year, I can't stand him. I hate the thought that he actually kissed you and touched you while I had to stand by and watch it."

"But we're not hiding our relationship anymore, love, you're my husband now, and nothing will ever change that."

"I know," he said, softly kissing my head, "but, for some reason, lately I've been feeling even more protective. You'll think it's ridiculous, and it is, but I wish I could lock you up inside that bedroom."

That made me scowl. "You're right – it is ridiculous. There's absolutely no way I'll let you do that and there's absolutely no way I'm not going to that meeting either."

He pursed his lips, looking conflicted for a second before lowering his head to kiss me. When his tongue slipped inside to meet mine, I moaned and fisted his hair, bringing him closer. His hands roamed up and down, finding my hips, then grabbing them firmly to hoist me up and sit me over the table.

"If you're going," he murmured huskily as he trailed down my neck, "I want my scent all over you, so he and everyone knows you belong to me."

I chuckled gravely, throwing my head back when he reached the base of my throat, fingers unbuttoning my blouse. "Isn't it enough to be wearing your ring?"

"No," he growled, burying his nose on my breasts after tossing the material to the side and pushing my bra up. His mouth drew my nipple in, tongue twirling around playfully while a hand moved under my skirt. I shivered. God, I was really sensitive tonight.

"They're bigger," he said, peering up at me from his place on my chest with those sultry burning eyes.

"Oh?" I arched against him with a gasp when he touched me. "Maybe I'm still developing."

His throaty laugh rumbled through him. "I like that."

I smirked, buckling my hips in a silent plea. "I bet you do, wolf man."

"Not a boy anymore, huh?"

The delightful pressure inside of me began to build, sending tingling jolts to every corner of my body. I wiggled my hands between us, found his belt and tugged at it desperately. "Definitely not a boy anymore," I moaned, squeezing his hard arousal in my hands.

"Christ, Aurora!" Remus hissed, thrusting his fingers in and out of me faster as I rubbed him up down, his hips jerking in response.

I cried out when the orgasm rippled through to me, riding those wonderful, toe-curling waves. When his mouth captured mine once more, I guided his throbbing hardness to my pleasantly aching core.

"I want you inside of me, Remus," I purred into his lips. "Mark me. Fill me. Fuck me however you want."

His growl echoed in the living room as he pulled back only enough to slid me off the table and turn me around. He grabbed my knee and willed it up, spreading me for him. Fast and without warning, he plunged inside. The tightness from my previous release stretched with a sting, pleasure and pain mixed together. I moaned his name, bowing, shaking when his hand moved around to touch me as he thrust into me.

When he bit me on the shoulder, I came hard with a cry until he joined me, emptying himself inside of me in his last strides. He held me in his arms, breathing hard, placing soft butterfly kisses upon my damp temples.

"So, do I have your scent all over me now?" I asked playfully.

"Well, if we could do this a few more times it might be more effective," he told me, the grin present in his voice.

I laughed good-naturedly. "You are absolutely insatiable, you know that? I think you must be the most sexually-driven man this world has ever seen."

Humming casually, Remus rolled me around so he could grasp my face in his loving hands. "That's because my sexual desire is fueled by you, my love."

"Only me?" I smirked, lacing his neck.

"Only you. Always you."

"Good." Kissing him one more time, I pulled away and started rearranging my clothes properly. "Come on, let's eat something and then go to that meeting."


This time, the meeting was at Sirius' new place.

When he told us about wanting to start living on his own, mom and dad had promptly searched for a very nice flat in Knightsbride, one of London's best neighbourhoods. They paid for all the expenses, even though he tried to turn it down, by saying they didn't want him to spend the trust fund they had built for him. Since it was nearly impossible to argue with mom, Sirius had no choice than to accept the offer.

The flat was wonderful. The walls were painted in soft shades and the floor was dark mahogany. There was only one bedroom with a large bed, a couple of nightstands and a large wardrobe. The living room didn't have much either, only a leather couch, a coffee table and a fireplace, but it was wide enough to fit everyone in, including the adorable Weasley children. The two older brothers were playing Exploding Snap at my feet, Bill comfortably nested against my knees since he seemed to have taken a liking to me. Percy was of course on his mother's lap. George was with Arthur, but Fred was cradled in my arms as I spoke to him in a cooing voice that made him chortle happily.

"You're rather good with them, dear," Molly said quietly so as not to bother the discussing men to our right.

I smiled, waving Fred's chubby finger as it gripped mine. "I love children."

"I'm certain you'll make a fine mother someday," she fondly replied.

My face heated as I felt Remus shaking with laughter next to me, but my smile could only widen. "Soon I hope."

"Oh?" Her green eyes twinkled with surprise.

"We're trying," Remus answered quietly as well. "No luck yet."

"Well, it's not as if trying is very hard, is it?" She laughed.

We both flushed.

"That's true," he chuckled sheepishly.

The sudden loud squeak that made its way out of Peter's mouth snapped our attention back to the discussion at hand.

"... but I'm not qualified for something like that!"

My father placed a hand over his shoulder, speaking in a calm manner, "It is not a matter of qualification, Peter. Currently, you are the only member who comes from a pureblood line and hasn't been revoked by his own family."

"Yes, but no one in my family has ever been a Death Eater!" he squeaked in panic.

"I would offer to do it, but they would probably kill me before I even stepped foot there," Sirius threw in bitterly.

"You wouldn't be an option even if they didn't, boy," Moody argued. "You attract too much attention, and you also seem to have no filter between your brain and that blabbering mouth of yours."

I snorted. "He's got that one right, Padfoot."

"Shut it, Muzzle." He flipped me off before turning to dad. "What about Prongs? He's from a pureblood family."

"They have Snivellus with them, he'd kill me too, or try at least," James spat.

"How do you know that?" Lily asked suddenly pale.

"Gideon and I caught him and a few others attacking a pub at Diagon Alley last week. See this?" Fabian flashed her a rather nasty scar on his cheek. "Courtesy of the greasy bastard."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, silencing the room. He fixed his all-knowing blue eyes upon Peter, who squirmed uncomfortably. "It's all up to you, Peter, we are not forcing you into something so dangerous if you are unwilling," he said calmly. "However, it would be most useful to have eyes and ears on the inside. I believe your quiet and meek nature could prove to be an advantage. No one would suspect you as a spy."

Poor Peter, I thought, watching him worriedly. It was true he was the perfect person to blend in and sneak into their lair of evil without anyone suspecting. Most people usually underestimated him, believing him to be weak and not much of a threat when we, Marauders, weren't around. But on the other hand, Peter was also weak-minded and very easily manipulated, and that was not a good quality for a spy...

His shoulders sagged in defeat. "Fine, I'll do it..."

"Very good, my boy." Dumbledore smiled appreciatively, patting his knee. "Now, we have another matter to discuss and this might be a bit more... touchy."

"What is it, Albus?" Mom asked from where she stood, behind Sirius, messing with his hair. Some things never changed no matter how many years went by.

"Alastor and I have reasons to believe that the Dark Lord has been trying to reach a particularly violent pack of werewolves in Romania. He intends to invite them to his cause."

The boys and I visibly tensed, and Remus all but froze next to me. I clung to his hand in a desperate attempt to send him some of my strength and comfort. I heard him swallow hard.

"Voldemort doesn't like half-breeds. Why would they join someone who doesn't think they should even be alive?"

"Fenrir joined them, Remus," Ursula pointed out quietly.

"Fenrir hasn't joined anything," he spat. "He's letting himself be used so he can kill as many people as he wants!"

Dumbledore leaned forward, elbows over his thighs, hands joined. "That may be true, but he is sending Fenrir to convey that same message to them – that they can kill whomever they want without any repercussions. We cannot let that happen. We need someone to get there first and convince them that the Dark Lord will only use them for his own selfish purposes and he will toss them aside when they are no longer needed."

My blood froze. Oh no, there was no way he was going down this road. Not while I was here.

"Hold on, Albus," I jumped in hastily. "You cannot be suggesting what I think you are."

"That isn't your decision to make, Aurora."

"The devil it isn't!" I argued outraged, giving Fred back to his father before I could scare him. "You are not going to send my husband to a pack of werewolves who apparently enjoy killing for a living!"

"Aurora–"

"Shut up, Remus, I'm not letting you do this! They could take your life if they find out you're not a killer like them!"

"Wait, hold on," Gideon cut in, looking mildly horrified. "You're a bloody werewolf, Lupin? Holy Merlin, you knew about this, Aurora?"

It took everything in me not to punch him in his face. "Of course I knew about it, you idiot. He was my best friend, we all knew!"

"And you still married him?"

Remus growled next to me but it was Sirius who spoke. "What's that supposed to mean, Prewett? Do you have something you would like to say about my friend? Because if you do, by all means say it. That way I can punch you like he did two years ago for being a twat!"

"Alright that's enough, son," dad said firmly.

"Dad, I swear to god–"

"No one's going to speak ill of Remus, correct?"

The people around nodded without any hesitation. That made me feel slightly better. I couldn't care less about Gideon's opinion, he could be as prejudiced as he wanted as long as he kept those comments to himself.

"Alright, now that everyone's calmed down," Moody started, turning to me and Remus on the couch, his magic eye continuously shifting erratically. "What are your thoughts on this, Mr. Lupin?"

Remus squeezed my hand harder. "I am open to going if it'll help the Order."

"Remus!" I gasped, staring at him in horror. Was he serious? He was actually willing to go to Romania and infiltrate a pack of murdering werewolves?

"I'll be fine, love, I promise."

I held back on the tears, grasping his face in my hands. "You don't know that, Remus. What if they hurt you? I cannot bear the thought of you being tortured somewhere I cannot reach you."

"Aurora..." His eyes softened, covering my hands with his own, leaning into my touch. I could read the conflict raging inside of him.

"What if I go with Moony?" I whirled my head towards my best friend sitting on a backwards chair. "I'll go as dog. I'll take care of him."

"No," Remus snapped immediately. "You stay here and look after her. She can't deal with both of us gone."

James crossed his arms, clicking his tongue. "What am I, a Flubberworm? I can take care of Muzzle too."

"You have Lily to worry about, Prongs."

"Lily," she said sharply, "is perfectly capable of looking out for herself."

"Oi, so am I!" I bristled.

"Oh shush, 'Ro, you fall into depression whenever Moony's not around," James shot, ignoring my glare.

Remus chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "Look, I'll be careful, alright? Meanwhile you stay here and focus on your internship with Scamander. I'll be back before you miss me, you'll see."

I highly doubted that... but I knew Remus well enough to know he wasn't going to change his mind.