Joy, Hope
Remus has only felt this much joy before in his life. The first is the day Harry was born; the second, the day of his marriage to Dora. This day is a combination of the two: The birth of his son.
The weather outside is nasty, a storm like no other raging and beating on the windows. But here in his arms lays a single perfect human being. The baby isn't a monster like he is. No, this baby is perfect. This baby is Dora's. This baby is his. A little tuft of hair rests on the top of his pink head. At first it had been brown, but in the time that Remus has held him in his arms, it has changed to purple, yellow, and electric blue.
Thunder crashes. The baby makes a small noise in his sleep and nestles into his father's chest. Remus places a kiss on the blue tuft, savoring the fact that his child is in his arms.
"Dora's asking for the both of you," Remus's mother-in-law says, her face weary and tired, but smiling nonetheless.
Remus looks up from his son, to acknowledge her, and then makes his way into the room where his wife lay. She smiles when she sees them, exhaustion ever-present on her face. "Let me have him," she says softly.
Remus hands her the sleeping infant as he sits down on the bed beside her. He watches his wife with their son, feeling something he hasn't felt in some time: Hope.
A/N: Last in the set! Hope you loved reading these as much as I did writing them!