"Remmie!" Harry called at night.
"I'm here, Cub," after a few minutes, Remus appeared in the doorway, yawning, dressed only in a robe, "What do you need?"
"My ankle hurts..."
"It's okay. Lay down. I'll be right back."
Remus came back with an ice pack.
"Will you lay down with me, please Remmie? At least 'til it stops hurting?"
"Sure, Cub. There we go," Harry's torso was soon sprawled on Remus' chest, and after the pain had gone away, he was asleep.
"Daddy..." after a while, Harry began to move, calling outin his sleep.
"Shh, it's okay, Cub, Remmie's here. No need to worry," Remus rubbed the child's back soothingly.
At that, all the tension went out of Harry's small body, and he sighed, "Remmie..."
"Yes, it's me, Cub. Sweet dreams," Remus himself began to fall asleep. Soon he was snoring lightly.
This was exactly how Sirius found them the next morning. And what a sight it was. He smiled to himself as he went to the kitchen to start breakfast.