June 6, 1987
"I'm going to be sick," Hestia said, trying to not throw up. " I can't believe I thought I could plan a wedding in 6 months!"
"You look beautiful. Remus is making sure that Sirius is sober, Frank is making sure that Sirius is drunk, and Minerva is somewhere making sure all the sprogs are behaving," Alice reassured her. "Your only issue, as far as I can see, is getting Sirius to let go of Remus long enough to get married. You remember how Sirius and James were at that wedding."
"They wouldn't! They couldn't! But they said it was tradition!" Hestia paced the room, her gown following behind.
"I know it's your day and all, Hest, but you don't have to act oblivious. The sooner you accept the facts and embrace it, the better the wedding will run." Narcissa said from the door, holding Atria in her arms.
"Out of all the days to act like children!" Hestia growled.
"So, it's no different than any other day?" Alice commented, picking up Hestia's flowers. "Come along, it will be beautiful."
Hestia nodded her head and smiled at her friend before walking towards the back gardens of Potter Manor. The trees were all decorated with white tulle and flowing together with lights. The flowers were all blooming with bursts of reds, pinks, and blues all around them. The guests sat facing away from her as Alice starting walking down the aisle.
Hestia stayed out of sight, watching Harry and Ginny march down the aisle together, their hands locked together as Ginny gently threw flower petals from the gardens on the ground. Sirius was smiling, whispering something into Remus' ear when the musicians changed their tune. Her father put her veil over her face, and then they turned the corner to see Sirius smiling brightly at her.
He had flattened out his dress robes, more than likely Molly's doing, and his black hair was parted away from his eyes that smiled mischievously at her.
When she reached him, she couldn't help but note that Remus was there, too. Not standing respectfully to the side, but there. He and Sirius had their arms slung around each other's necks, smiling like loons. This, it seemed was a perfect metaphor for her life with Sirius.
The offical started to speak and everything became a blur. Hestia felt her father kiss her cheek and Sirius tensing up. Remus pushed him forward to grab her hand and lead her up the small platform.
Hestia smiled and took Sirius' hand. She turned and faced him.
There were vows and such until:
"Remus?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah, go talk to her, mate. You've been waiting for this. He's all yours, sweetie," Remus said, taking both a physical and metaphorical step back.
Hestia let out a laugh, a small tear coming through her eyes. Sirius smiled and wiped it away. "Welcome to the Marauders, wifey." Sirius laughed.
"Never call me that again, got it?" She said through a water smile.
"A Marauder? You're stuck with me," Sirius told her, sealing their marriage with a kiss.
September 18, 1987
Saturday mornings were 'Daddy time' for the Weasley, Malfoy-Snape, Longbottom, and Potter-Black families. The men would take the children, and often Poor Remus, and gather at one house or another and do something that often was never spoken of with the women-folk. If the women noticed their children becoming adept at self-defense and defense against the dark arts, they never said a thing, thus ensuring the continuation of this ritual.
On that crisp fall morning, Alice and Hestia both complained of feeling ill. No one thought any more about it as several of the children had been down various times in the last few weeks.
"Molly, dear, how are you enjoying having three away at Hogwarts this year?" Narcissa questioned, holding little Atria in her arms.
"Still have the twins, so it's still exhausting. Percy has never been a problem child. I do feel bad, though. Sometimes I think he feels ignored, what being near the middle and just older than the twins. I should send him a goodie basket for his first year," Molly mused, missing her quiet, put together son that never pulled pranks.
"You can always ship the twins to ours. It's good for Sirius and Remus to deal with little pranksters," Hestia said, sipping her tea. She made a face and added, "This tea is awful. Why did I pick it?"
"Don't tell me you would wish the twins on Poor Remus?" Molly questioned.
"'Poor Remus?' 'Poor Remus?' Let me tell you a story about 'Poor Remus.' He turned my knickers gold and maroon last week. I've got a bra that looks like a set of snitches now! Told me it was to keep me safe! My husband was a Beater, so he wouldn't know how to catch a snitch! 'Poor Remus' indeed," Hestia huffed, causing the women to laugh.
"I remember the Marauders vaguely from school. I knew that Remus wasn't as innocent as he seemed. Siri wouldn't keep someone like that around for long," Andromeda giggled. "Andy, dear, how is little Nymphadora liking 5th years? Worried about OWLS yet?" Narcissa asked, calming herself and sipping at her tea.
"Oh Dora and Charlie will never come 'round, I fear- no offense, Molly," to which Molly waved her off, having the same concerns, "She's talking Auror career path, which I blame fully on Sirius. I suggested something a little less… coordinated. She told me she 'wants to be like Frank and Alice were before they got old and had all the kids,' cheeky girl."
At that moment, both Hestia and Alice ran for the bathroom. Molly and Narcissa waited at the table, while Andromeda followed. Narcissa saw an opportunity and took it.
"Molly, there is something I've been meaning to say for years now and we've never had a moment alone. I am no longer a Malfoy, but my son is. I cannot thank you and Arthur enough for giving him a chance."
"We weren't, Merlin knows. Then, McGonagall got a hold of us and really gave us the what-for. I'm sorry we almost treated him poorly because of his father. Can you forgive that?" Molly admitted, somewhat shamefully.
"Yes," Narcissa said simply. Further conversation was halted as Andromeda came back with Alice and Hestia in tow.
"We've got a situation and two witches are in need of St. Mungo's Maternity department," Andromeda informed them quickly.
"What? Really?" Narcissa said, jumping from her chair. "Off we go then."
"Those spells are only right 95% of the time," Hestia huffed.
"You're just put out because your test keeps saying you've got twins," Alice pointed out.
"Twins do run on your side of the family," Cissy stated. "You do have two older sisters, correct?"
"No one wants to hear it out of you," Hestia huffed.
"Let's be off, then. Want to find out if this is right," Alice said, handling the news much better.
It was another two weeks before Hestia felt secure enough to tell Sirius. She new she had to do something soon; Remus had started sniffing around her that afternoon. If he didn't realize what was going already, he would figure it out soon. She just had to come up with a way to tell him, which was proving to be more difficult than she thought.
"Is there something the matter, love?" Sirius asked later that night, noting she was wearing some awful flannel pajamas, the worst things he had ever seen.
"Just. Just promise me something," Hestia requested.
"The world," was Sirius' automatic reply.
"Don't… Can we not use Castor and Pollux? It would be horribly cliche. I couldn't stand it," Hestia knew she was muddling this up.
"Hest, love, did you have part of this conversation in your head? I don't understand?" He questioned.
"It's twins, Sirius, and your family names children after stars! And the twin stars are Castor and Pollux! I will not have a child called Pollux! It would be horrid!" Hestia wailed, quite aware of her emotions in a way she hadn't been in a long time.
"Twins? Whose twins? The Weasley twins?" Sirius questioned, not wanting to get his hopes up.
"Not the Weasley twins! They've got names, haven't they? Our twins you foolish man!" Hestia screeched.
"Our twins? I'm going be a father. OI, MOONY! WHERE ARE YOU? I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!" Sirius shouted running through the house, searching out his friend. Harry came out of his room, having been woken up by Sirius' shouts of delight.
"Wha's goin' on?" He questioned, rubbing his eyes.
"James! I'm having twins! There'll be two of 'em. Can you wait?" Sirius said, grabbing Harry up and swinging him around.
"No' James, Padfoot. I'm Harry," Harry told him exasperatedly. This was not the first time Sirius had confused him for his father in a moment of joy.
"Harry, love, come here. Your godfather has gone insane. Sirius, hon, find Remus. Harry, let's have a talk," Hestia requested, leading Harry back to his room.
"Harry, you know how Aunt Alice and Aunt Cissy had babies?" Hestia started, knowing this could get ugly.
"Yeah…." Harry had a sinking feeling in his gut.
"Well, in a few months, I'm going to have twins," she told him gently.
"Does that mean… are you trying to replace me?" Harry asked, nervous. "Does that mean Dumbledore wins and I have to go live with the Dursley's?" Harry asked, remembering half heard conversations from years past.
"No," Hestia said quickly, pulling him into her arms. "We could never replace you, Harry. We love you. You mean the world to Remus, Sirius and me. This just means that there is more love in the world. What your mom and dad used to save you."
"But that's what killed them." Harry cried. "Their love killed them."
Hestia couldn't stop the tears in her eyes. These she couldn't blame on hormones. "No. You listen to me right now more than you have ever listened to someone before." She told him, pulling hands from over his crying eyes. "Your parents were killed by a man who was very, very bad. They did nothing wrong. Do you understand? Your parents are not dead because of love. Your parents live through you. Never blame love for their deaths. Do you understand?"
Harry nodded his head, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Can I be alone now?"
"Harry, it's me, Remus. Can I come in?" Remus knocked lightly on Harry's door, knowing he was still awake. Hestia had found Sirius shortly after her conversation with Harry and had been inconsolable. Sirius had taken her back to their room in order to calm the witch, silently pleading with his best friend to talk the with youngster.
Harry hesitated, knowing why Remus had come. He didn't mean to make Hestia cry, but he had concerns and no one seemed to care about Harry anymore. He knew he would be in big trouble for lashing out the way he did, and that it would be even worse if he didn't make the right choice here. Still, he hesitated.
"Harry, you're not in trouble, Marauders' Honor. Just let me in so you and I can have a chat," Remus requested, throwing Harry for a loop. If he wasn't in trouble, why couldn't they just leave him alone? After a few more moments, he slowly opened the door.
"I didn't mean to make Hest, cry," Harry said, face downcast.
"I know you didn't. But that's not why I'm here," Remus said, coming in and closing the door. "Let's get you all tucked back in. Then, I'm going to tell you a story."
"I've already had a story tonight. Why do I need another one?" Harry asked, quite put out that Remus was going to ignore his pain.
"This is a different sort of story. Now, when we go to the library, what are the two kinds of books?" Remus asked, throwing Harry for a loop. This was not the time for lessons, this was the time for pouting. "Harry?" Remus asked again, demanding his full attention.
"Fiction and Non-Fiction," Harry said automatically, wondering what this had to do with anything.
"Very good. Now, we often read fiction books to you at bedtime, don't we?" Remus asked.
"Yes…" Harry was hesitant. He knew this tone. Padfoot called it his 'Minnie' tone. It meant he was going to get a lesson, but he wouldn't know it until after it happened.
"Now, Non-Fiction stories are based wholly on true facts, you remember this, yes?" Remus continued, distracting Harry.
"I remember," Harry said, attention fully on Remus.
"The story I am going to tell you isn't in any book because it would upset the Ministry," Remus started.
"Dirty bastards," Harry said automatically.
"No more politics at breakfast, it seems. I'll let you have that one tonight. Don't always follow Sirius' lead, okay?" At this, Harry nodded. "Good, now, back to our story. It's called The Little Werewolf:
"Once, there was a little werewolf. For years and years he was all alone. The full moon always scared the little werewolf because of shapes and noises the shadows made. He would run and run from invisible monsters, getting all scratched up in the process. As bad as full moons were, the rest of the month was worse. Do you know why, Harry? Because he was all alone. He didn't have any friends. His parents were scared that he would get hurt if made friends, so they kept him to himself.
"When the boy was 11 however, do you know what he got? His Hogwarts letter. A wonderful wizard came to his house and told him he could go to school with other children. He was nervous because he hadn't been around other children in so long. But, this is a brave werewolf, so he faced his fears and went to Hogwarts, where he became a Gryffindor.
"In Gryffindor, he met a fawn, a puppy, and a rat. They weren't afraid of the little werewolf, mostly because he was quiet and he folded his socks, where the others didn't. Soon, however, it was the first full moon he ever had away from home. There were different, scarier shadows at his school. He ran even further and harder than he did at home in the country. He was even more injured after these full moons than before.
"Soon, his friends the fawn, the puppy, and the rat all figured out what he was so scared of and why. So, on full moon nights, they did whatever they could to help, including going into the woods to play tag with their new friend. The little werewolf learned that the shadows weren't scary when he had friends to face them with. This, more than all the potions in the world, saved the little werewolf from nearly killing himself with fear every month.
"Do you know what his friends were showing him, Harry?"
"Dad, Padfoot, and the Rat Bastard were showing you love, Uncle Moony," Harry said, understanding immediately who this story was about. "But, if the Rat Bastard loved you so much, why did he let the bad man kill my mummy and daddy?"
"Harry, I pray that you never find this out, but sometimes, friends love themselves more than they love others. When this happens, they are willing to sacrifice anything to keep themselves alive. As we got older, Peter felt left out of the group. Instead of talking to us, letting us help him through his insecurities, he grew bitter inside. But he isn't the focus. Who is the focus of the story?" Remus tried to explain gently.
"Dad and Padfoot. They loved you enough to turn themselves into animals to take care of you. Padfoot makes you live with us so you won't do something self-righteous, like run away. Hest takes care of me on the full moon so that Sirius can go run with you. Uncle Moony, when I'm big do you think Padfoot will teach me how to turn into an animal so that I can help take care of you on full moon nights? Is that a good way to show love?" Harry asked, leaving Remus baffled.
"I… uh… I'll talk to Sirius about that. For now, do you understand what love does? Love doesn't take life, Harry. Love makes life worth living. Your mother and father would want you to remember that, okay?" Remus told him, grabbing his face gently and pressing their foreheads together.
"Also to keep your friends close because they can help you face the shadows," Harry told him, not understanding how necessary that lesson would be. "I feel better, Uncle Moony. Thank you."
April 3rd, 1988
Harry was rolling one of his marbles on Hestia's large stomach while she read the paper in the living room. He was pretending that it was the quaffle and had the miniature Quidditch players fly around the room playing the game, zooming in and out of Hestia's paper. Sirius and Remus were gone for the full moon the night before.
Harry got up, and ran after the quidditch players. The rain hadn't stopped all night, and the ground was too wet to play outside on the cold day.
Hestia laughed as he ran into the kitchen and coming back out with some bacon hanging from his mouth. It was then when she felt the pain stomach. Hestia sat up slowly, as she did everything nowadays.
"Do you want to play?" Harry asked excitedly. For the past few months she couldn't be as active in playing with him, as her belly got in the way. She had left that to all of his friends, and Remus and Sirius as well.
The pain came again in her stomach. "Your adoptive siblings are being very mean." She sighed, her hand going to the painful spot.
"You're face is getting pale. Like Moony does around this time. And really puffy too. Like someone is blowing you up. Am I blowing you up! I thought I stopped accidental magic!" Harry said, stopping all of the Quidditch player that were flying in the air. Small thuds sounded around the room as they dropped.
"I'm fine," Hestia said through her teeth, grabbing for something to hold onto.
"You don't look fine," Harry said putting his hand on her forehead like she did when he was sick.
"I'm," she started with a clamped jaw. "Fine."
Harry shook his head again and helped her get all the way up from the couch. "Moony said that if you look really really sick to take you to the hospital."
"Harry, I will be-"
Harry had already grabbed the Floo Powder and pushed her into the fireplace, sending them into the hospital ward.
From the time Harry wrote the letter, it was a matter of twenty minutes before Sirius was in the hospital room. Hestia was sitting up, her face white as she talked to the healer. "I don't understand, I'm not due for another three weeks!"
Running to her side, Sirius grabbed her hand and kissed the top of her sweating head.
"This can happen with multiples," the healer said. "We are just going to start labor now, before any more problems can happen."
"What about the babies? What problems?" Sirius asked, holding her.
"Well, this can happen with any pregnancy, but since you are having twins, the risks are greater. You have something the Muggles call preeclampsia."
"In Wizard terms, please," Sirius hissed.
"Her blood is running at high pressure rate and can harm the babies. You're at 37 weeks. Our best option for you and the babies is to start your labor now.
"Ok," Hestia said nodded her head.
"Then we will start to prep you." The Healer said, walking to get someone else.
"Where's Harry?" Sirius asked looking around the room.
"At the Weasleys. Molly, Ron and Ginny came and picked him up. I wasn't sure what to do. You should go get him. He will want to be here to see them."
It seemed like forever to Sirius, but they wanted to take every moment of this in. Harry sat next to him, watching the little babies move, just like his father did when Harry himself was born. Sirius patted him on the back. "Are you ready to finally meet them?"
"I don't want to drop them," Harry said backing away. Just like James did.
Sirius laughed and pick up his son. "This is Rigel Leo."
"Wha?" Harry responded.
"Rigel, because it's the brightest star in Orion. His middle name will be Leo, because, well, he'll be our little Gryffindor one day." Sirius said handing him to Harry.
"What about her?" Harry asked, holding the baby's head.
"Adhara Navi. Navi is a star in Cissy's favorite constellation, Cassiopeia." Hestia smiled weakly.
"So, they will be mine? Like mine to help? Just like Draco and Neville?" Harry asked making a face Rigel.
"Only if you promise to love them." Hestia told him. "Do you think you can do that?"
Harry nodded.
April 29, 1988
Alice Longbottom was done being pregnant. She had told Frank she was done after Marly, but in a moment of weakness she let him talk her into a third. However, after chancing two children around while pregnant with a third, she decided once and for all that if Franklin Longbottom wanted anymore sprogs, he had better just head to whatever Black family property Sirius owned and find himself a nice dark curse that let him carry the thing for 9 months.
"Neville Longbottom, get back here and pick up your shoes! I have asked you at least ten times this morning!" Alice shouted through the house, looking for her errant son. She knew she would find him in the solarium, caring for his plants. After several horrifying attempts by Frank's family to scare the magic out of her son, Alice started letting him work in her solarium, growing plants. His first magic had been there, making a nearly dead petunia burst back to life after he had nearly drown the poor thing.
"I'm coming, Mum," Neville said, going to get his shoes. Suddenly, her hand went to her son's shoulder, halting his movements. Having given birth before, she knew the difference between Braxton-Hicks contractions and the real deal. "Neville, go get your father right now. Don't ask questions."
Alice was never more grateful for those daddy- days the children had as she was when Neville ran up the stairs, screaming for his father, not questioning why he was doing it, but following orders like a good little soldier.
"Alice, what is it?" Frank asked, running through the house, alerted by Neville's cries.
"It's time. Right now. Hard labor is setting in right now. Neville, get Marly and floo to the Weasley's. Frank, we're headed to St. Mungo's," Alice ordered. Neville ran up the stairs, grabbed Marly up, and ran to the nearest floo. Alice just had time to hear the safety charms ring out before Frank helped her floo to St. Mungo's.
"Quick! My wife's in hard labor," Frank announced to the Welcome Witch.
It became a blur after that. Alice was aware of pain, frustration, and an overwhelming need to punch Frank- on fully supported by Moody once he arrived on sight to 'make sure no dark wizards attack during this moment of weakness.' Alice was certain that her mentor just missed having her around.
After hours of hard labor, in the wee hours of April 30, Olivia Longbottom was born. She was healthy, with dark hair and blue eyes. Alice was ridiculously proud of the baby in her arms. Frank stayed the night with her, promising to retrieve Olivia's siblings for a morning meet and greet. That first night, like all first nights, promised satisfying exhaustion for the next few months.
Neville thought that Olivia was much less wrinkly than he remembered Marly being. She also seemed a bit smaller, but that could be because he was 7 instead of 4. Holding his newest sister, he realized that he would have to take care of this one, too. Two sisters suddenly seemed like a lot of work. Marly was already fearless, eating weird plants, stealing Sirius' racing broom, and he even caught her trying to kiss one of the local stray dogs. Right on it's tongue. Yes, Marly was fearless and Neville was having a hard time keeping up with her alone. He didn't know if he could handle this one being that careless.
"Dad, what if I can't take of both of them all the time?" Neville asked, cradling his baby sister closer.
"Neville, don't worry about that. Your mum and I will always be here to help you. And even if we can't, you can always go the Weasley's or the Blacks or Professor McGonagall. There are so many adults who would love to help you. You're not in this alone, I promise," Frank reassured his son, happy that he was taking this responsibility serious.
"I'll remember that, Dad," Neville smiled up at Frank, knowing his father would always be there for him.
"Let's go introduce Olivia to the rest, shall we?" Frank asked, taking his daughter from Neville. They left the quiet hospital room and brave the crowd like the Gryffindors they were.
December 25, 1988
"Minerva! You shouldn't have! You really, really shouldn't have!" Hestia said, watching as Sirius and Harry stared in wonderment at the latest Quidditch broom on the market.
"Oh, pish. I knew you wouldn't let Sirius buy him one, but he only has three and half more years until Hogwarts. I expect this boy to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. I will not take another loss to Severus lightly! We'll lose Charlie just before! Best Seeker in a century. That boy could be a professional, if only he weren't so interested in those dragons," Minerva lamented, not drawing Harry's attention at all.
"Three and a half years yet. Minerva, should you really spoil him so?" Hestia asked, bouncing Rigel in her arms while Adhara enjoyed tummy time with her father, eyeing the broom in the floor with only passing interest.
"Oh, but I only get to see him on holidays and over the summer. I want him to know how much I adore him," Minerva said, smiling at the boy.
"Oh, Minerva. He really does miss you when you're gone," Hestia reassured her old mentor.
"Of course he does. I buy him candies and fancy racing brooms. I've even got him a practice snitch," Minerva announced, pulling it from her pocket. This caught Harry's attention.
"Thanks Aunt Minnie! I love all of it! I'll be the best Seeker you've ever seen!" Harry said, grabbing the snitch up, then throwing himself into Minerva's arms.
"That's all I ask, Harry. I want you to be the best Seeker ever. I don't want anything more from you, and don't you ever let anyone, especially Dumbledore, tell you otherwise. Always be the best Harry you can be. Nothing more, nothing less," Minerva said, enjoying a cuddle with her favorite boy. It ended all too soon for her tastes, but boys will be boys, or so they say.
"Can I take my broom to Draco's house?" Harry asked, giving her a set of puppy eyes to rival even Padfoot's best attempts.
"No, Harry love. That will have to wait until after you've mastered it. What fun is showing off your new broom if you can't even handle it properly?" Hestia, being immune to puppy eyes, intervened.
"Good point, Hest. I'll wait! Can I practice on it now?" Harry asked.
"Right now, we are getting ready to go see Draco, Atria, and Dora. Sirius, love, are you sure Remus doesn't want to join us?" Hestia asked, corralling a squirming Rigel.
"The last moon was hard on him, being so close to the solstice. He's better off here, asleep, with plenty of chocolate and red meat. He'll be fine, just doesn't need to be near so much noise, is all," Sirius said, grabbing his daughter up in his arms. "Let's get a move on. Narcissa always blames me if we're late."
"You are usually the reason we are late. Can you take your son and your godson and get them dressed, please? I'll take my daughter and do the same," Hestia said, switching the babies with Sirius, pecking him on the cheek as she went.
"Ew! Hest, why are you so weird?" Harry asked, still believing the girls had cooties. Except for Ginny and Marly, they were basically boys. Atria was an inside kind of girl, preferring to act like an adult, but she was family, so she couldn't have cooties. Olivia and Adhara were too little, but Harry figured they would be inside kinds of girls; at least, they were inside girls right now, so they didn't matter much to Harry.
Sirius managed to get Harry and Rigel into suitable clothing for the holidays, even if it took entirely too long. He didn't think it fair that Minerva had went to help Hestia with Adhara. He was being double teamed and they were off taking care of the easy child. Finally, they floo-ed to Black Manor where Narcissa was hosting the Black family Christmas dinner.
It was a pleasant afternoon, with Harry telling Draco all about his new broom and Draco explaining all about his new joke items from Zonkos. Severus and Minerva had a friendly debate over house rivalries, with Sirius and Narcissa weighing in as needed. Hestia kept Sirius from hexing Snape when the conversation became too heated and Minerva showed that she had no problem scolding her colleague when Snape continues to egg him on.
That evening, Minerva arrived back at Hogwarts, reminiscing on the day past. She was never more happy that she saved Harry Potter from those muggles as she was when she saw his face opening her gifts that morning. She would do anything to make sure that boy didn't become a pawn for Dumbledore's mad games, if only because she couldn't save his parents. Shaking off that gloomy thought, Minerva turned and resolved to buy the boy Seeker mitts soon, just to spoil him a bit more.
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