"I have never been this nervous in my life," Harry glanced out the window at Platform 9¾ as the train slowed to a stop.

It was December 17th, the beginning of Yule holidays. The three Ravenclaws had accepted the invitation from Harry's godfather to spend their holiday at Black manor. In typical Harry fashion, the boy had been stressed for the entire train ride to the platform.

"What if they really don't like me? What if the Dursleys were right about me?" Harry clasped his hands together nervously, staring intensely at his feet as his mind spun.

"Harry!" Hermione admonished. "You're not supposed to use such foul language, honestly how many times must I say it in order for it to stick,"

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"You used the D-word," Ron pointed out. "That's a bad word, Harry, m-slur level bad,"

"Oh, bugger off," Harry laughed, relaxing just as his friends had hoped he would. "You really think they'll like me?"

"You've been sending them nonstop letters everyday practically since the start of term," Hermione said. "And they're obviously just as excited to see you, Harry,"

"Besides, if it goes to hell you can floo to Potter Manor," Ron shrugged. "Ow! What the– 'Mione!" Ron rubbed his shoulder where the brunette had punched him. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"Nothing's going to go wrong, Ronald, stop making him worry," Hermione scolded as the three gathered their things. "Do you have Missy?"

Ron went pale and dropped his trunk, looking around the compartment. "Oh Merlin, I—she was just here! Missy? Missy? C'mere, girly," Ron sighed in relief when the Niffler poked her head out from under the seats, happily clamoring into Ron's arms.

"I've never seen you so panicked, Ron," Harry teased as they walked off the train. Ron glared at him.

"She's our child, of course I was. She's a baby, Hermione, she can't handle herself," Ron said, completely serious, making his two friends burst into giggles. The trio walked together off the train, Missy hidden in Ron's robe pocket while Gizmo stalked beside Hermione (the kneazle hissed viciously when they passed the Malfoys).

"Harry?" They turned at the adult voice, seeing a handsome young man with shoulder length black hair and gray eyes. Instead of robes, he wore jeans and a band tee under a leather jacket, looking decidedly muggle.

"Sirius?" Harry asked, nervousness returning.

Grinning, Sirius Black crouched in front of his short godson, to look him in the eye. "People probably say you look just like your father, but personally I see more Lily in you, Fawn,"

Harry smiled and hugged his godfather tightly, releasing him to introduce his friends. "Sirius, this is Ron, and this is Hermione. Oh, and Gizmo, and Hedwig, who are our children," He said it so casually that Sirius almost laughed.

"I suppose I have you to thank for my freedom, Ron," Sirius smiled gently at the redhead. "How did you know about Pettigrew— Is that a baby Niffler?" The man cut himself off, staring in confusion at the wriggling animal in Ron's pocket.

"Yeah, she's our baby. We snuck her into school," Ron ignored Sirius's mutter of 'mini marauders' and continued on. "And I'm a Seer, when I met Harry I saw you," Ron replied. "But also, there's only so many times you can walk into your kitchen and see a man turn into a rat before you get suspicious. It's a bit of a wonder none of my family ever saw him. I thought I was going crazy for most of my childhood."

"Well, thank you for getting suspicious," Sirius grinned before turning to the only girl in the group. "You must be young Hermione,"

"Yes, sir," Hermione nodded. Her posture was tense, regarding her friend's godfather with wary eyes.

"I am sorry, about the way your parents treated you," Sirius said gently. "I know all of you have problems with your blood, and none of you deserve that. Blood doesn't make a family, see, and I want you three to remember that. Always,"

Sirius almost fell back when the trio attacked him in a hug, and when they finally let him go, he ordered them enough to go through the Floo to the Black family ancestral home..

o - o - o

"The triplets are sleeping right now, so it's quieter than it usually is," Sirius said when they walked out of the fireplace and into the Floo parlor. "However, I did put enough space between you all so you can be a little noisy if need be, and also so that their cries won't bug you lot. Remus is probably up there right now checking on them, he's very protective," Sirius stage whispered the last part, shrinking the trio's trunks before leading the kids upstairs.

"Oh please, I'm not the one who completely panicked when Rigel started crawling on the ceiling," Remus snorted, waiting for them at the top. The werewolf leaned against the railing and crossed his arms, rolling his eyes at his husband. "You're as panicky and over-bearing as you were when Harry was a baby, Pads,"

"Oh hush up, Moony," Sirius rolled his eyes at his husband.

"It's true, you should've seen it. The combined force of him and James, Lily almost killed them both," Remus grinned. "Hello Harrison, Ron, Hermione,"

"Can I ask you a few questions?" Hermione asked immediately, bouncing excitedly toward him. "If that's insensitive it's okay but I'm really just curious as I've never interacted with a werewolf before and—"

"I don't mind answering your questions, Hermione. Curiosity is not something to be looked down upon," Remus smiled gently, causing her to beam.

"Can we see your animagus form?" Harry asked, he and Ron turning to Sirius. "Hermione's scared of dogs, so she probably won't want to,"

"With good reason!" Hermione narrowed her eyes, making both boys throw their hands up in surrender.

"It's fine, Hermione. Though I hope you can get over your fear," Sirius grinned. "Put your things away first,"

"Oh, Walburga is turning in her grave. Sirius Black the Third, being a responsible adult," Remus teased his husband as the three ran up the stairs.

"I can only hope," Sirius sighed wistfully. "Also, they have a baby Niffler."

"I'm sorry, they have a what?"

"Her name is Missy. Ron said it's short for Mischief."

"Woah!" All three chorused, seeing their shared bedroom. There were enough rooms in Black Manor for them to each have their own, but it appears that Sirius and Remus knew them better than they thought.

The room was decorated in dark shades of blues and green, and the ceiling was charmed to show all the stars and constellations, able to zoom in and out. The three four posters were a very dark wood, with dark blue spreads. Bookshelves lined the walls, with a large table and three chairs, and a small balcony on their left.

"Wicked!" Ron exclaimed, setting his trunk at the foot of his bed, Missy, Gizmo, and Hedwig all being released to explore the room as they pleased.

"I'm nervous to meet the triplets, babies freak me out," Harry said, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"What?" Hermione tilted her head, bewildered. "Why?

"They're fragile. They're tiny, and breakable, and loud, and they can't talk or take care of themselves and they're weird. I don't know how to take care of a baby!" Harry flailed his arms.

"I'm good, I had to watch Ginny a lot," Ron shrugged.

"I don't know much about kids either," Hermione shrugged. "But since they're so young it's unlikely we'll have to interact with the triplets without their parents,"

"Anyway, let's just enjoy our break," Ron said to both his friends. "I'd rather be here than under constant watch at Hogwarts,"

"Headmaster thinks he's slick," Harry said in disgust, shaking his head.

"I'm really glad I'm not an adult," Harry said, he, Ron, and Hermione sitting on the sofa together to watch the chaos unfold. "If this is what adulthood is,"

"False," Hermione stated. "This is what parenthood is,"

"Then I'm really bloody glad I'm not a parent," Ron commented, grinning when Hermione shoved him.

'This' that they were talking about, was the triplets. Pyxis was shifted, and the puppy was bounding around the room full of energy, while Caelum had managed to summon all his favorite toys into the air around him and Rigel was once again crawling on the ceiling.

Their fathers were attempting to get them rounded up.

"This is kind of impressive, actually," Hermione said, eyebrows raising as Caelum started floating. "No wonder my parents thought I was possessed, if I just started randomly floating,"

"I think that's more of the earth-shaking, 'Mione," Harry replied, watching Pyxis yip and jump over the coffee table, avoiding Sirius.

"Or both. Probably both," Ron added, watching Rigel on the ceiling. "Rigel's about to crawl into the kitchen,"

"I got it!" Sirius suddenly exclaimed, eyes gleaming. "Remus, shift!"

"Clever, Siri," Remus grinned, all three watching as Sirius turned into a shaggy black dog, around an inch shorter than Remus's wolf form.

Hermione held her breath as the two collected their children, Remus picking up Pyxis by the scruff of her neck while Sirius gently pulled Caelum back to Earth. Remus nosed Pyxis, and the baby girl shifted back as she and her brother were placed in the warded play area before Remus and Sirius went to grab Rigel.

When the last Black child was in the play area, Remus and Sirius shifted back, laying on the floor on their backs.

Remus pointed an arm into the air, too tired to move anything else. "Never have triplets. Ever,"

"That was kind of weird to watch," Harry said. "Are most magical children like that?"

"Yes, but usually without the added wolfishness," Sirius teased, laughing when Remus jabbed him in the side. "Though they will grow to be fairly powerful. You three alright?"

"We're fine," Ron told him. "Does this happen often?"

"First time they've all gone nuts at the same time," Remus replied. "Black genes, I'm telling you,"

"Oh hush up you prat,"

"Down, Siri,"

"You're awful," Sirius deadpanned as the three Hogwarts' first years giggled. "So, what do you three want to do?"

"Can we set up the Yule log?" Hermione asked, eyes alight. "Please, please, please, please, please—"

"Of course, Hermione," Remus smiled. "We'll put it in here, the decorations are in the attic,"

With a squeal, Hermione grabbed each of her boy's hands and dashed up the stairs, dragging them with her.

"Ten galleons they end up together. Can't be sure when or how, but they will," Sirius said with a grin.

His husband snorted. "I think I'll take that bet. I don't think they'll ever talk about it, even when they're older,"

"The game is on, then, Lupin,"

With a near blinding smile, Remus quipped back, "Black, actually."

double update! this is the last thing im posting today but i just really wanted to showoff my little wolfstar headcanons- anything that seems ooc for marauders-era characters is bc of changes i made in my other hp fics

peace!

~ baby-gronckle