Remus groaned, rolling his head to the side, and slowly sat up, he glanced at the clock on the bedside table, and silently cursed. How could he have slept in? He needed to make breakfast, and get the kids up and dressed, so much to do, and he slept through it! He shoved off the bed and yanked some clothes on, throwing his hair into a ponytail, and threw open the door. He half-expected to hear at least one of the children screaming, or smell something burning, at least. But, oddly enough, the house almost seemed deserted, but, before he could panic, Moony perked and immediately was able to locate Sirius and the children, one of his wolfie instincts that made Remus ponder on rainy days. Remus walked to the nursery, and opened the closed door. He smiled at the sight that met his eyes. Sirius lay on his back, on the floor, his black hair spreading out around his head like an odd halo. The children squealed happily, climbing on him and over him, he was laughing, his entire body shaking. Serenity looked up, and squealed,

"Mommy! Mommy!" She laughed, running to Remus, her arms up in an obvious plea to be held. Remus smiled and knelt, hoisting the girl up and settling her on a hip. He smiled and rubbed their noses together affectionately, Sirius smiled at his husband, taking in the cute, although upside down, scene. "Daddy was wrestling with us!" She said happily. Remus chuckled,

"Oh really? Was it fun?"

"Yeah!" She became suddenly serious and tapped Remus' nose with her finger, "Mommy slept late!" She said, pouting slightly, Remus smiled,

"I know, I'm sorry darling." He smiled and sat her down on the floor, and looked up surprised when Sirius gave an odd little yelp. Sirius was gazing sternly at his son,

"We do not bite people, it's not nice. That hurt, you made daddy bleed. Say you're sorry Lykaios." Sirius said sternly, Lykaios sniffled,

"Sorry daddy! I didn't mean to!" He said pitifully, Sirius sighed, and his gaze softened as he gathered his son in his arms.

"It's all right. But you have to be careful next time, okay? No biting, do you understand?"

"Yeah."

"Now, let's go brush your teeth." Sirius said, and stood, carrying Lykaios into the bathroom, grabbing the toothbrush and the boy's chin, Sirius held his son while he scrubbed the blood off the little boy's fangs. It had all started when the children were quite young, just learning to sit up on their own and roll over, but, Lykaios had a tendency to growl when he was angry, or snap at people. He acted very much like a wolf, and for a while Sirius and Remus worried about their son's sanity, only to find out he was actually something like a werewolf, only, thankfully, did not have to go through the transformations each moon or the other bad things brought on by lycanthropy. But, being the son of a werewolf, and a man that could turn into a dog, he had a mixture of both. It was sort of like being a wolf animagus. He had all of the features and characteristics of a werewolf, though had the choice of turning into a wolf or not. Though sometimes when he was feeling strong emotion, or physical weakness, he would slip into his wolf form. Serenity had no such signs, however. She had Remus' knack with animals, and, though it was unknown why she had the power, she had magic, not the normal kind that her parents, and everyone around her had, but an ancient magic that was thought to have died out hundreds of years before. It was a destructive magic, something that would eventually consume her if she did not first learn to control it. If she learned to control her magic, she would be the most powerful being in several centuries, she would have the ability to halt the tides, to absorb the power of an earthquake, to hold lightning in her bare palm, to throw spears of fire, to stop a tornado in its path. She would be the ruler of the elements, if only she could control her power. A few times before, she had been injured by her own power, scorched by her own flame, knocked unconscious by her own ability. She would often times faint or get severe nosebleeds because of her constant inner battle. And once Remus had nearly died, after grabbing her hand and getting a bolt of lightning sent through his body. Only quick action and some amazing magic saved his life. The girl giggled happily, and began wrestling with his brother, almost immediately after he was set on the nursery floor. Sirius chuckled and sat on the floor next to Remus. The children wrestled, Lykaios growled playfully, barking and snapping his jaws. He tackled Serenity and thrust her to the ground, she immediately went still, as she gazed up at her brother, and he smirked, victorious, and then suddenly, their positions were switched. Lykaios blinked, shocked into stillness, as he lay under his sister's weight. Remus and Sirius stared, they knew Serenity was powerful, fast and strong, but not that quick, it almost seemed like she had never moved. One second she was lying on her back, and with the next blink, was sitting on her brother's chest. She grinned, and put her fist on her brother's forehead,

"I win." She said, her voice sing-song. He growled and began to struggle again, raising his hands, he thrust her up and off, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him above her, flipping him over by pressing the soles of her feet right above his hip bones. He flipped and landed hard, she sat up, and stared, eyes wide in shock, when suddenly Lykaios began crying loudly, he stood up and ran towards his parents,

"She made me bite my lip!" He wailed, and sure enough, there was a hole through his bottom lip, and blood was practically pouring out.

"I did not!" She said, running over, and then stopped when she saw the blood, her face going gaunt, she turned around and threw up, gagged, and threw up again. Remus picked up Lykaios, and Sirius picked up Serenity, Sirius took the girl into the bathroom and wiped her off, Lykaios continued to sob, as Remus pressed a cold rag against the wound. The two men went to the fireplace, and flooed to the Potter's. Coming out of the fireplace, Sirius looked around, and walked to the den, and went in, calling out to James and Lily. The two came over to meet the two men, their smiles immediately falling when they saw the bawling Lykaios and the blood-soaked rag on his lip.

"Will you watch Serenity for a while? We had an accident, we need to take Lykaios to visit Madam Pomfrey."

"Of course, we'd love to watch her, Harry will probably be waking up from his nap sometime soon, she can play with him." Sirius nodded and set the girl down, she still looked ill, she turned to say good-bye, and as soon as she turned, Sirius had a bucket under her chin, as she vomited for the third or fourth time. Lily looked worried,

"Is she ill? Oh, poor darling. Remus, you get that child to the doctor, we'll take care of her."

"Don't worry Lily, she just gets sick at the sight of b-l-o-o-d." Remus called over his shoulder, stepping into the emerald flames, Sirius at his heels. Remus stepped out into a very similar infirmary ward. He sat Lykaios onto the bed and looked at him, gently taking the rag away from his son's lip, Remus saw the purplish bruise beginning to blossom. Lykaios sniffled, Madam Pomfrey bustled out, clicking her tongue. She pulled out her wand and pressed it against Lykaios' swollen lip, muttered a quick spell, and all signs of the bloody accident were gone. Remus sighed gratefully,

"Thank you. Now, Lykaios, are you all right?" He asked kindly, putting his hand in his son's dark brown hair. Lykaios smiled and nodded.

"Yes." He said happily, and swung his short legs. Remus smiled and kissed the boy's head.

"Come on, you want to go play with Harry?" Lykaios grinned and nodded, jumping off the bed, whimpering slightly when he fell onto his knees. Remus sighed,

"Honestly, can't you go two minutes without being injured? Come on." He picked his son up and walked to the fireplace and away they went to the Potter's once again. They walked in on a very grim sight. Serenity was in the bathroom, retching, Harry getting blood wiped off his elbow by James, and Lily standing confused in the hallway. Apparently torn between comforting the whimpering girl, or going to her son, who was bleeding, but obviously already being taken care of. Sirius sighed and walked into the bathroom and shut the door, though Remus could still hear Serenity's crying, she was apologizing for hurting Lykaios and Harry.

"James, what happened?" Remus asked, setting Lykaios down. James sighed,

"Harry tried to fly away on his broom, when Serenity asked to play a game with him. So, she grabbed his broom and he fell off and got a bit of a scrape. I healed it in a jiffy, though there was blood and so Serenity, bless her heart, got sick again."

"I see. Harry is okay, though, right?"

"Yeah, see? Perfectly fine!" James smiled and ruffled his son's hair, the eight year old whined, pushing his Dad's hand off, and turned, tackling his father. James laughed, catching his son and lying back on the ground. Remus smiled, and let Lykaios and James and Harry roll around together on the floor, he knocked gently and pushed open the bathroom door, finding Sirius sitting on the toilet lid, bouncing a hiccupping Serenity on his lap. She looked calm enough, though her eyes were still slightly red and puffy. Remus smiled and knelt in front of the two, running his fingers through her silvery hair. She looked at him with her large milky white eyes, and he grinned at her,

"It'll be all right darling. You can go out now, nobody blames you." She sniffled and nodded and got off her father's lap and walked out. Remus and Sirius followed, and smiled when they saw her give Harry an apologetic hug.

Author's notes:

Hey, first note! ^^ This story is based upon slash inspired by a real-life experience that happened to me a few days ago. I was watching my younger cousins, a five-year-old, and a twelve-year-old, the older being a boy the younger a girl. Well, they were wrestling over who got to sit in the chair. Well, I told them to stop, and they didn't. So, she shoved him, and he fell off the chair, and bit right through his lip. Blood went everywhere; she sat there, turned around, and threw up. So, I had to put a pillow over her face to keep it so she didn't see the blood, and had to press a rag to his lip, and call his parents. Well, she took the pillow off her face to apologize, took one glance at the blood, and threw up again. ^^ So, I had to clean up blood and vomit, wonderful isn't it? So, based on a true story. My cousin is blood-phobic.