A/N: Whoo, this is flying from my brain to my fingers! Thanks to all of the reviewers! Onward!

Harry: Onward? Who does he think he is? Flynn?

Flynn: I hope there's only one me.

Harry, Zel, and Tom: *blink owlishly* O-o o-O O-O YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE YET!

-Ryder

P.S. Ha! My name's the last one for a character in this fic; what irony... Such delicious irony.

DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I wave my wand, I will never own our favorite green-eyed Wizard or the rights to the gorgeous riot known as Tangled! *girlish sob*

WARNING: This contains YAOI (aka boy on boy SEX); don't like, DON'T READ IT. Comic violence is not the same as blood and gore, so I'm ignoring it! Also hints and contains M-PREG (male pregnancy). Warning from above applies! Mild cursing in this one (completely situational).

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Harry absently swung his feet back and forth as he drew on the parchment, his quill scratching at odd moments. Zel was painting, both oblivious to their Papa; who was spell-casting. He often did so, muttering about intruders every now and again. He stretched, groaning softly as his back popped, prompting both Zel and Papa to look up from their intense work.

"Harry?" Zel asked as he absently stretched himself out.

"Hmm?" His stomach rumbled a long protest over the fact that he hadn't eaten since he'd started on the parchment.

"Time for-"

"Hazelnut soup!" The twins interrupted loudly, giggling at the disgruntled look on Papa's face. He scowled darkly for a moment before fetching their soup.

"I saw a black dog today." He chirruped after finishing his soup.

"Really?" Papa asked; he always did.

"It was on top of this really pretty other dog and they were making noises-" Papa's blue eyes widened comically before he slapped a hand over Harry's mouth.

"When?" The tone was slightly horrified, as though wondering how much he'd seen; which was all of it, of course.

"This afternoon." He answered right after his mouth was free. "What color was the other one?"

"Actually, Papa, colors; a gold, brown, and silver one with a thick ruff."

"Ah. Stay here my brats."

-PoV-

Tom watch impassively as the Animagus and werewolf stumbled out of his bushes, directly onto his path. They both blushed profusely and looked down, determined not to look him in the eyes.

"My child saw your... indiscretion... from his window. Do you realize you are on Riddle property? Or was this a convenient fuck?" He hissed, blue eyes narrowing in contempt.

"Riddle? As in Tom "the Fair" Riddle? He's dead." The Animagus asked, steel blue looking him over carefully.

"You're looking at him, Siri." The wolf said, amber eyes showing comprehension. "You found the Way."

"Smart husband, Sir Black."

"Thank you. I apologize for our... indiscretion. May we leave now?" The wolf asked, amber eyes soft. "Tell your child we are sorry."

"Harry?" His voice rose only a little.

"Papa?" Harry's high, clear voice made both the wolf and Sir Black freeze.

"Harry? Your son's name is... Harry?" The wolf swallowed, then turned burning golden eyes onto him. "That sounds like James, but it can't be." The yew wand slid into his hand, entirely unconscious.

"Papa, Zel and I need more paint. Can they visit?" Tom sighed; he couldn't kill them since his Harry liked them.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel..."

"Let down thy hair! I know, Papa. Harry, I need a little help."

-PoV-

Remus refrained from hugging the twins. He did, really. But they brought out his inner pup! He and Siri had stumbled upon the Royal twins by pure accident... Tom Riddle was one to be watched, however.

-Siri, we need to be careful around Riddle.-

You sure Moony?

-I can smell evil and you're doubting me?- Siri flushed lightly and then purred.

"Mr. Black?" Harry asked, bright green eyes full of curiosity.

"Call me Sirius. Mr. Black is my father." Those bright eyes landed on him and Harry hummed softly as he sat in his lap.

"Are you married to Mr. Lupin?"

"Yes, cub, he is. I am very happy with him. I have a cub who's a year younger than you; he's outgoing."

"What's his name?"

"Theodore, but we call him Teddy."

"Cool. Hey, Zel, can you help me out?" Rapunzel plopped down next to Harry and carefully made adjustments to whatever Harry was working on. "This is for you; the other one is for the James you mentioned." The parchment held two drawings spaced out and painted neatly. The first was of himself, Siri, and Teddy. The other was of the twins, grinning cheerfully. "We're not stupid; we know Papa is not our real Dad." Rapunzel pointed out when Sirius looked from the painting to them and back.

"We also know that Papa would never harm us." Harry pitched in, lounging in his lap like he belonged there. "Or anyone we like. Rather fond of killing, he is." Murmured the Crown Prince, green eyes flashing with sadness.

"Hmm, rather, big brother; there was that... man that deserved it."

"Hmph, he did." Harry snarled, sitting up, green narrowed in anger now.

"Harry, what did he do?"

"He tried to make off with my little sister." Remus choked on his reply at the utter seriousness of Harry's harsh tone. "And not in a good way. Papa showed up just in time to AK him."

-PoV-

James slowly sank into his throne, still staring at the piece of parchement.

"That bastard has had our children since when?"

"He says he found them floating in baskets near his property when they were four."

Remus spoke softly, holding Teddy and watching him. "He's locked them away in a tower and they know he is not their father. Papa, yes; but not family." He let his head fall into his hand, still staring at the parchement.

"My babies aren't so little anymore. How are they magic-wise?"

"Perfectly fine, Prongs. Harry does show more concentration than Rapunzel does. She insists on going by Zel."

"Do they know who they are related to?" Much to his surprise, his voice became hoarse.

"No, Prongs. Riddle was there every moment of the visit... Except for the first fifteen minutes. That's when Harry handed us that."

"They're happy?"

"As happy as one can be locked in a tower. Harry told us to visit in three days time."

"You're dismissed, Moony." He mulled it over, then sighed softly. In three days time, it was the twins' birthday, July 31st. They would be turning twelve.

Ending A/N: I'm skipping years as it's more practical than documenting each year. It's slightly tedious, and I'm already doing that with two of my stories, so no.