1 year later - Charlie's 3rd birthday.

'Daddy, can I invite Nev round for my birthday?'

'Of course, I'll owl his grandmother today. I can't believe my Charlie Cub is going to be 3! This requires a visit from the TICKLE MONSTER!' Remus laughed as he swooped Charlie up and lightly threw him onto the green sofa in the sitting room, he wore a mischievous glint in his eye that Charlie had learnt to love, it meant that his daddy was not only up for playing games but up for pranks and fun!

'No daddy! No!' laughed Charlie as Remus tickled him 'Please!'

'It's ok cub, I magicked it away!' Remus whipped out his wand and threw bubbles and smoke around the room making it appear that he had fought off a ferocious monster in a very non-violent way. Charlie, however, was smarter than that.

'But you're the tickle monster daddy! I saw you!'

'Did you? You caught me! Your turn!'

Charlie leaped onto Remus' lap and started to 'tickle' Remus, Remus laughed to entertain Charlie, but now he thought about it, he was actually starting to tickle him! Remus pulled him into the air, swang him around and into a hug, they laughed together and then Remus sent Charlie upstairs to play for a while whilst he organised Charlie's party. Remus had something secret and special ready for Charlie's birthday, Charlie didn't know yet but he was going to have a garden games party with his friends. As Charlie hadn't had a proper birthday party before Remus told Charlie a little bit, but not exactly what he was going to do so it would be a surprise. He had invited round Neville, Ron and his older twin brothers whom Charlie liked a lot. They knew not to tell Charlie about it.

Charlie walked in through the door after playing ground quidditch with his friends from next door.

'SURPRISE!' all his friends shouted as he walked through the door.

Charlie looked excitedly at Remus, then all of his friends. He had no idea that his daddy had got all his friends round for his party! His daddy had told him that some of his friends may be round but certainly not all of them! The twins, Nev, Lexi from next door were all round! Charlie gave a beaming smile and ran to hug his daddy, with a small kiss on the head he left and ran off to play with his friends.

'Charlie?' asked a small red head from beside Charlie.

'Yes Fred?'

'How'd ya know it was me? Most people can't even remember my name!' Fred gaped at Charlie who only smirked and tapped his nose - something he had seen his daddy do when he had a secret, which apparently he had a fair few of!

'I just can, you want to pull a joke on daddy?'

'Shall we tie his laces together?'

'YEAH! Come on, let's go!'

'Daddy, who am I?' Charlie asked.

'You are Charlie James Remus Lupin' Remus replied slightly confused by the line of questioning.

'But what about the dreams I have when my daddy and mummy are dead? Are they real?'

'Well I'm alive. I know that for certain and so are you.' Remus replied as he tried to evade the question, Charlie was too young to know all about that stuff! It would drive an adult to depression! Also, he had promised Dumbledore he wouldn't tell Charlie until he was old enough to cope, Dumbledore seemed to think there were still wizards out there who wanted to kill Charlie and although Remus was sceptical, he didn't want to push his luck.

'But they are real, look!' Charlie reached his hands out and made Remus look at him before showing him the memory.

'Stand aside you silly girl!'

'Please, not Harry! Take me instead!'

'AVADA KEDAVRA!' the woman dropped to the floor, her eyes rolled back and her mouth held open in a continious scream.

'Such a waste of magical blood, but it is almost muggle, so I shan't worry too much. Now for you, AVADA KEDAVRA!' the man said in a cruel high voice, the same as the laugh that had resounded seconds before.

Blackness consumed.

Black. Black. Black.

Red. Gold. Orange. Blue. Purple. Green. colours spread through out the destroye room, illuminating all hidden corners, engulfing everything in its wake, a scream of terror resounded, it was unholy, inhuman.

Normal sight resumed and Charlie pulled back.

'You remember?'

'Yes, I thought you would be able to tell me? I know these were my mummy and daddy and that that man was evil, but you never said. Who. was. that. man?'

'He was Lord Voldemort, he's gone now, you defeated him. I'm not your first daddy, but then I adopted you so you bacme my son.' Charlie nodded and tried to stifle a yawn, Remus took this cue to send Charlie up to bed.

The next morning Charlie woke up bright and early. He ran to Remus' room and jumped into the other side of the bed, Remus smiled and woke up a bit as he felt, heard and smelt Charlie coming into the room. As Remus was a werewolf, his senses were heightened and he could tell a person from another by their scent alone, sometimes it was dreadfully annoying though when he could smell a person's sweat and aftershave mingled together! Yuck!

He knew that he was a danger to Charlie, but he couldn't bear to fact the truth that when he told Charlie or if Charlie found out about his lycanthropy, he may turn on him and not want to talk to him properly. He knew this was extremely unlikely, but he knew they was a small chance.

4 months later:

FRED, GEORGE, CHARLIE! Where ARE you?!' screeched the voice of the a certain Mrs. Weasley from the kitchen. She had been making stew for the children when she went to collect her stock from the pantry, she opened the door and to her upmost surprise was covered in water, flour and feathers- she dreaded to think where the feathers came from! This stream of pranking had become the normal in the past two days that Remus Lupin's son, Charlie, had been staying over at the Burrow due to the full moon, Charlie and the twins were partners in crime when it came to pranks and games, they were practically inseperable and Mrs. Weasley was reminded of a certain group of boys Charlie's dad was part of. From upstairs she heard hushed giggles and whispers along with multiple slaps, which could only be interpreted as High-Fives, before seeing three innocent-looking boys staring down at her from the stairs; this look of innocence confirmed the matriach's thoughts.

'Yes Mrs. Weasley?' came the soft, curious reply of a certain Lupin.

'I do believe that you misplaced a bucket of flour, water and feathers today boys,' she began sternly.

'Did we?' Fred, or was it George?, said. He was a picture of innocence, ooh they learnt this young - Charlie was barely 3!

'Don't act all innocent with me boys, I know you did it,' Mrs. Weasley waggled her finger at the boys who could barely supress their glee at their success.

'Oh, but Mrs. Weasley, we were in the garden the whole time playing Quidditch!' Charlie said shaking his head frantically, at this, George couldn't hold it in any longer, he burst into laughter and grabbed onto the banister for support.

'I thought so, now who was the master mind?' Mrs. Weasley said , now she had got the answer out from them she could enjoy the prank - sort of.

'Charlie,' 'ME!' came the gleeful response from the plotters.

'Well, McGonagall would say: 'It is not done to dump objects on people's heads! But it is rather amusing,' if I catch you again... trouble,'

It was Fred who started saying, 'Alright mum,' but the others joined in at the same time, 'You won't catch us,'