Chapter Three
The trio - Remus, Sirius, and Severus - had congregated back in Remus's apartment.
"You idiot!"
"You prat!"
"Stupid!"
"Greasy bastard!"
"ENOUGH."
Remus had had about all he was going to take. They had been screaming insults at eachother since they had been found. He wasn't exaggerating either, they truly were *screaming*. At the top of their lungs. Remus had clenched his fists in a death grip, turning his already pale knuckles a bony white. He had bitten his tongue until it was on the verge of bleeding. He just couldn't tolerate this anymore.
"Remie?" Severus asked innocently. "Are you angry with us?"
Remus looked down at the small, quiet child and sighed. He didn't want to make Severus upset. He knew that he had had a horrific childhood.
"Yes," the werewolf grumbled. "I want both of you to play the quiet game until supper."
"What's the quiet game, Moony?" Sirius asked, grinning.
Remus wanted to throttle him. It was as if he had NO idea that he was on the verge of throwing things. Calm down, Mr. Wolfie, calm down. it's okay.
"The quiet game is when you don't talk. Whoever talks first, loses. Whoever wins, gets a sweet." Remus said, forcing his voice to be calm.
Sirius snorted. "Bullshit, Moony. Sweets aren't worth not talking."
"Sirius, don't say naughty words. Severus, would you like a chocolate frog?"
"HEY!"
"You talk, you lose," Severus interjected, before sticking his tongue out at the other child. "And yes, Remie, I would like a chocolate frog, thank you." Remus looked down at the black-haired boy, amused.
"Well, aren't we posh?" He walked into the kitchen and pulled out a chocolate frog that just happened to be in one of the cabinets. Smiling, he handed it to Severus, and ruffled the boy's hair.
Sirius burst into tears. "Moony likes Greasy Sevie better than me!"
Merlin . . . Remus wanted to kick himself. He wanted to kick himself for having agreed to this, for letting Padfoot escape his presence earlier that day. He wanted to kick Severus for making the damn potion. Rar!
"Siri, shh. That's not true," Remus managed a comforting smile, picking the child up and setting him on the lap. "You know that's not true. I don't favor -"
"You're s'posed to like me better!" Sirius cut him off. "You're s'posed to! You're Moony! You're Moony and I'm Sirius and HE'S A GREASY GIT!"
Remus had to stop himself from gaping as the boy released a painful wail, followed by heart-wrenching sobs. Remus's tattered robes were the sorry victims that soaked in all of the tears and snot.
"Oh, Sirius." the werewolf murmured, hugging the boy closer and rubbing his back. "I think someone needs a nap."
"I'm not greasy," little Severus finally choked. Remus snapped his head up startled. In Sirius's outburst, he'd completely forgotten.
"Oh, Severus, of course you're no-"
But the child ran into one of the bedrooms, slamming one of the doors behind him. Remus, the weary mother he had become, had no idea what to do. At that point, all he knew was that his best friend was 5 years old, his archenemy was also 5 years old and both were wailing at the top of their lungs.
Now, where did that silver bullet run off to?
***
"Okay, you two," Remus said, lifting each boy onto the couch. He took out a handkerchief and dabbed at their red-rimmed eyes. "We're going to the Great Hall. I'm going to warn you that the big kids will stare. The girls, and you would appreciate this if you were a little older, will talk about how absolutely adorable you are. I don't want any fighting, swearing, or wandering off. If there is any, there *will* be punishment."
Both boys gulped visibly. Wow. This disciplining thing *did* have reason behind it.
"Understood?"
"Yes, Remie," Severus said quickly, nodding his head.
Remus inwardly cringed. Poor Severus.
"I guess, Moony," Sirius groaned.
Remus grinned. Oh, Sirius.
"Alright, off we go then."
As he led Sirius and Severus into the Great Hall, he could practically hear the collective turning of heads. With this inaudible sound, he felt his robes being grabbed as two boys simultaneously hid behind him.
"It's okay, boys," Remus stopped and knelt down to their heights. "They aren't going to hurt you."
"They're going to EAT us!" Severus squeaked, clambering into Remus's robes and hugging the werewolf's leg tightly. Remus chuckled.
"Sevie, they're not going to eat you."
"They're going to pee on the slides, though!" Sirius chirped, sneaking into Remus's robes as well. He looked at the terrified Severus and whispered so Remus couldn't hear, "They might even pee on *you*."
Severus stifled a scream.
"Okay, you two. Come on out of there," Remus said gently, raising his robes and gently pushing the boys out of their newfound sanctuary. He frowned. Severus was trembling and looked rather pale. "Severus, are you feeling ill?"
"N-no," the boy stuttered. "I'm hungry."
At last they reached the head table, where the faculty ate. Dumbledore got to his feet and announced to the students the mishap that had occurred with their * beloved * Potions Master (a round of cheers ensued) and an unknown innocent victim.
"Sirius, eat your potatoes. . . vegetables first, Severus, and THEN you can have your pudding. . . Sirius, there is NO throwing of broccoli at the table." Remus sounded like a tired parent.
While their keeper was busy feeding himself, Sirius nudged Severus. He leaned in very close to his companion and whispered something unheard by the rest of the table.
"Let's go explore."
***
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The trio - Remus, Sirius, and Severus - had congregated back in Remus's apartment.
"You idiot!"
"You prat!"
"Stupid!"
"Greasy bastard!"
"ENOUGH."
Remus had had about all he was going to take. They had been screaming insults at eachother since they had been found. He wasn't exaggerating either, they truly were *screaming*. At the top of their lungs. Remus had clenched his fists in a death grip, turning his already pale knuckles a bony white. He had bitten his tongue until it was on the verge of bleeding. He just couldn't tolerate this anymore.
"Remie?" Severus asked innocently. "Are you angry with us?"
Remus looked down at the small, quiet child and sighed. He didn't want to make Severus upset. He knew that he had had a horrific childhood.
"Yes," the werewolf grumbled. "I want both of you to play the quiet game until supper."
"What's the quiet game, Moony?" Sirius asked, grinning.
Remus wanted to throttle him. It was as if he had NO idea that he was on the verge of throwing things. Calm down, Mr. Wolfie, calm down. it's okay.
"The quiet game is when you don't talk. Whoever talks first, loses. Whoever wins, gets a sweet." Remus said, forcing his voice to be calm.
Sirius snorted. "Bullshit, Moony. Sweets aren't worth not talking."
"Sirius, don't say naughty words. Severus, would you like a chocolate frog?"
"HEY!"
"You talk, you lose," Severus interjected, before sticking his tongue out at the other child. "And yes, Remie, I would like a chocolate frog, thank you." Remus looked down at the black-haired boy, amused.
"Well, aren't we posh?" He walked into the kitchen and pulled out a chocolate frog that just happened to be in one of the cabinets. Smiling, he handed it to Severus, and ruffled the boy's hair.
Sirius burst into tears. "Moony likes Greasy Sevie better than me!"
Merlin . . . Remus wanted to kick himself. He wanted to kick himself for having agreed to this, for letting Padfoot escape his presence earlier that day. He wanted to kick Severus for making the damn potion. Rar!
"Siri, shh. That's not true," Remus managed a comforting smile, picking the child up and setting him on the lap. "You know that's not true. I don't favor -"
"You're s'posed to like me better!" Sirius cut him off. "You're s'posed to! You're Moony! You're Moony and I'm Sirius and HE'S A GREASY GIT!"
Remus had to stop himself from gaping as the boy released a painful wail, followed by heart-wrenching sobs. Remus's tattered robes were the sorry victims that soaked in all of the tears and snot.
"Oh, Sirius." the werewolf murmured, hugging the boy closer and rubbing his back. "I think someone needs a nap."
"I'm not greasy," little Severus finally choked. Remus snapped his head up startled. In Sirius's outburst, he'd completely forgotten.
"Oh, Severus, of course you're no-"
But the child ran into one of the bedrooms, slamming one of the doors behind him. Remus, the weary mother he had become, had no idea what to do. At that point, all he knew was that his best friend was 5 years old, his archenemy was also 5 years old and both were wailing at the top of their lungs.
Now, where did that silver bullet run off to?
***
"Okay, you two," Remus said, lifting each boy onto the couch. He took out a handkerchief and dabbed at their red-rimmed eyes. "We're going to the Great Hall. I'm going to warn you that the big kids will stare. The girls, and you would appreciate this if you were a little older, will talk about how absolutely adorable you are. I don't want any fighting, swearing, or wandering off. If there is any, there *will* be punishment."
Both boys gulped visibly. Wow. This disciplining thing *did* have reason behind it.
"Understood?"
"Yes, Remie," Severus said quickly, nodding his head.
Remus inwardly cringed. Poor Severus.
"I guess, Moony," Sirius groaned.
Remus grinned. Oh, Sirius.
"Alright, off we go then."
As he led Sirius and Severus into the Great Hall, he could practically hear the collective turning of heads. With this inaudible sound, he felt his robes being grabbed as two boys simultaneously hid behind him.
"It's okay, boys," Remus stopped and knelt down to their heights. "They aren't going to hurt you."
"They're going to EAT us!" Severus squeaked, clambering into Remus's robes and hugging the werewolf's leg tightly. Remus chuckled.
"Sevie, they're not going to eat you."
"They're going to pee on the slides, though!" Sirius chirped, sneaking into Remus's robes as well. He looked at the terrified Severus and whispered so Remus couldn't hear, "They might even pee on *you*."
Severus stifled a scream.
"Okay, you two. Come on out of there," Remus said gently, raising his robes and gently pushing the boys out of their newfound sanctuary. He frowned. Severus was trembling and looked rather pale. "Severus, are you feeling ill?"
"N-no," the boy stuttered. "I'm hungry."
At last they reached the head table, where the faculty ate. Dumbledore got to his feet and announced to the students the mishap that had occurred with their * beloved * Potions Master (a round of cheers ensued) and an unknown innocent victim.
"Sirius, eat your potatoes. . . vegetables first, Severus, and THEN you can have your pudding. . . Sirius, there is NO throwing of broccoli at the table." Remus sounded like a tired parent.
While their keeper was busy feeding himself, Sirius nudged Severus. He leaned in very close to his companion and whispered something unheard by the rest of the table.
"Let's go explore."
***
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