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Author's note: Yes, it's Sirius. And yeah, I know he's supposed to be forty-something if Hermione in her twenty. If you keep reading it'll make scene soon.

"Well, I'm going to the store," she said, onto his lips.

"The hell you are woman." He picked her up by her waist, and threw her over his shoulder, and flopped her down on the couch.

"Sirius, the children," she huffed, as Sirius laid on top of her, "they will here us. If you're patient..."

"Patience, my dear, is futile," he said, opening her blouse with his teeth.

A sharp cry came from a side door. "That's my cue." Hermione left him with frustration and mad thoughts.

She knew what he was thinking, so she said, "Hey you had fun making them, so now you have fun changing them. Come here and help me."

Never in a million years would he think that he would be changing a baby's nappy again, let alone his own.

Sirius Black had died ten years ago. Hermione, Harry, and Bianca worked tirelessly to bring him back from the veil. It happened on June 21; Bianca summoned the Council Behind the veil, and sacrificed her soul for Sirius. The Council said there was no need, they would give him without an exchange, and that he caused too much trouble.

But they gave two conditions, he would get the body de-aged...all the way to 16, and that he would age normally.

So Sirius grew up with Hermione, Ron, Harry, knowing that he had died and all his previous memories.

Now present time, eight years later Hermione and Sirius had two children; two twins: Alexander and Alicia, a boy and a girl.

"Gods, Hermione! What do you feed them?"

"Nothing that I didn't have as a baby, so just change them without complaining, or Snuffles will be in the dog house, understood," she said, sitting in the rocking chair, reading a book. He nodded; it took the threat of a dog house to make Sirius do just about anything. "Let me see Alexander." The baby boy saw still crying.

"Here...see?" He held the baby out of her reach.

"Sirius, this is no time for games, something is bothering him and I think it's colic." Sirius quickly handed the baby over to her.

Hermione went through everything she could possibly think of which was everything. "Yep, it's colic."

Author's note: Colic makes babies cry until they get over it. That can be a while

Later that night, Sirius jerked out of his sleep to the sound of wailing. He got off of the couch, and went into the nursery. It seemed when Alexander cried, Alicia wanted to join in the fun.

"Bloody hell, Mione, I can't take this. I need to go back to work tomorrow, and I need to sleep."

"Tell that to your son, I haven't slept in exactly twenty four...five hours ago. Sirius, just hold him while I make coffee." She gently placed the two infant in his arms.

"Hi, Xander and Alicia, this is your daddy. I love you, but I would love you even more if you would just stop crying." Alicia closed her mouth and looked at him. "Alexander, try to be like your older sister. See, she stopped crying for daddy. " Alexander stopped and pondered it for a second and decided it was best for his father's sanity and his lungs welfare to stop. "I love you too brats very much." A sniffle from the door got his attention.

"What?" He looked up to see her, holding a coffee mug, and crying

"You-You're juuuuust so paternal," she said bawling.

Oh great one more person crying. "Mione, not that I don't like a compliment late at night, but why are you crying."

"Because I have something to tell you. Something really important, Siri."

"Okay." Sirius placed the babies back into their cribs. "Spill."

"What I wanted to tell you was..."

"Was what? What's wrong?" He couldn't take losing her.

"I'm pregnant."

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