"Blue moooon! You saw me standing alone!"

"Da-a-a-ad!"

"Without a dream in my heart! Without a love of my own!"

"Ugh! Ple-e-e-ease! Not with my friends here!"

"Blue moooon!" said friends chorused in.

"Oh Godric!" Blue heaved, clutching at his ears with his hands, wincing.

A mussy haired individual appeared in the doorway, one arms spread as if he were going to receive a hug, the other clasped to his chest, while he attempted to sing. "You heard me saying a prayer for, someone I could really care for!"

"Da-a-ad! Please! No!" Blue scrambled under his bed, and the man had to stop a moment to marvel that the boy could still fit.

"And then there suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms will hold, I heard somebody whisper "please adore me," and when I looked, the moon had turned to gold..." the bespectacled man continued.

The two friends on top of the bed, stood up suddenly, hopping off, and reaching under the bed to grab the struggling boy. "BLUE MOOOOON!" they howled to Blue's horror.

"You're evil! Every single last one of you! Evil-evil-evil!" Blue grumbled.

"Supper's ready," the man announced with a grin, pivoting on his toes and disappearing through the door.

"Aw...c'mon!" Loki snickered. "You're dad is so cool!"

"Ergh...Only because you haven't woken up to that song for nearly fourteen years straight," Blue complained

"But your dad is the famous Harry Potter!" Arty crowed.

"Once again, you haven't woken up to him for nearly fourteen years in row!" Blue snickered, wriggling free of his friends' hands and starting for the door.

Arty and Loki followed close behind, continuing their teasings until they got to the table. Harry and Hermione put the last few items on the table, Ron settling down in a chair, while offering a grin to the boys. Luna smiled sweetly to Arty, pulling his wand from behind his ear as he walked past. The wand was tossed to Neville, who put it on the inside pocket of his robes.

"Artemus, watch that wand boy!" a rough voice growled. "I once knew a wizard who..."

"Yes, yes, Moody, we all know. Arty will be more careful and...LOKI!" Bill yelped, making a grab for his son, as Loki dropped the contents of a small packet of powder into the potato salad. A pseudo-innocent grin was forced onto lips quickly as the boy dodged his father's hands and moved to hide behind Harry.

"Blue, would you mind scraping that first layer off the potato salad, I'm not about to find out what the twins gave Loki this week," Harry sighed, pushing the boy behind him to a seat.

Blue complied, grinningly, that had Harry horribly suspicious, though he made no move to stop whatever the boy was going to do. Let him have his fun, Harry thought, he is a Marauder after all.

Author's notes: What a wonderful run...I had fun, if not frustrating myself, then glaring idly at the screen. Really, thank you to all my reviewers, you kept me going throughout the story. And if you're wondering why I renamed Remus (yes, to satiate your curiosity, Blue is Remus), because I didn't think Harry would want to call him Moony, because that refers to his wolf. With the wolf gone, Harry decided to give Remus a new nickname, which would be Blue. Why Blue? Blue Moooony...::cough:: Well, at the time of his death/rebirth, there would've been two Remus', the dead one and the baby. What happens when there are two full moons in one month? Its called a blue moon.

And what else...Artemus, or Arty, is the son of Neville and Luna. Loki the son of Bill and Fleur. (why someone would name their son Loki is beyond me...that's just asking for trouble!) Harry took over the position as father, feeling it necessary when his last "family" was turned into a child.

So um...This is the part where I wave genially, and you leave. Of course, you may come back, because I might just have to write about Blue getting all set up at Hogwarts and growing up. nn