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CG!Remus & Little!Severus (Marauders Era)

Remus finds out that Severus is a Little. Lake scene in year 5 incident. Marauders Era.

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With classification testing being the talk of the school, and being one of the more stressful tests Hogwarts had to offer (only emotionally, due to the quick acting potions given to ease the processes).

Almost everyone had been tested, Lupin was a omega caregiver (something rare that made the marauders even prouder), Potter was a Alpha caregiver (though the caregiver aspect was a bit lacking), Pettigrew was a Beta Neutral, and Sirius was a Alpha Neutral.

It had everyone stressed to the point where some had to... Let off a bit of steam.

Which led the marauders to make a mistake, and quite possibly a crime.

James had strung Severus upside down, encouraged by the chanting of his peers. Remus only shook his head at him, before suddenly perking up.

"Who wants to see me take of Snivelly's trousers?" James taunted, the boy above him practically in tears as he dangled helplessly.

Remus suddenly took a whiff and caught the scent of soured milk, and talcum powder.

"James! Stop it! Put him down!" A voice yelled, Lily.

"Only if you go out with me." James smirked. Lily angry furrowed her brow " never.".
James scowled and with a flick of his wrist pantsed Snape.

Snape began to visibly cry, the scent of spoiled milk getting stronger. Lily gasped and ran off, possibly to get a teacher. Then it clicked, it was the smell of a distressed Little. Remus suddenly snapped "James put him down right this bloody instant!".

In his shock, James released him, sending Snape headfirst to the ground.

The sudden drop caused the boy to break out into full wailing.

Remus shoved past his friend and caught the boy just before he hit the ground. He inhaled deeply from the sudden weight, and his suspicions were confirmed. He cradled him into his chest and started to purr.

Snape sudden wailing slowed to soft whimpers and Remus' shoulder became damp. He looked down and saw the biggest, most innocent black eyes he ever saw, full of tears hiding shyly in his collar. Snape raised a fist to his mouth and began sucking.

Poor little baby...Remus gently brushed his hair back as if in a trance. The smell was fading a bit, but still lingered.

"Oh Merlin.... He's a bloody Little.".

They stared as Snape sniffled and wailed and thrashed in Remus' grip to hide his face. The omega caregiver suddenly feeling protective and angry.

"Moony?" Sirius asked walking forward, arm outstretched, Remus snapped at him and let a deep guttural growl that made the alpha back down. No one messed with a pissed off omega. Especially if they were a werewolf.

The little sniffled, which wasn't uncommon for the boy, and yawned sleepily.

Remus cooed and bounced him gently...poor thing all tuckered out. Snape nuzzled his chest, seeking the warmth and comfort.

For the moment he didn't seem to care the enemy was staring at him, one holding him, and just cuddled to the safe and warm scent of a omega caregiver. The scent of parchment, books and lavender soap lulled Snape to sleep.

Remus was just staring at him lovingly. Gently patting his back and cooing silently.

"Moony... We have to see-"

"SEE PROFESSOR! THEY'RE- what the hell?!"

Lily had run back up with McGonagall in tow and now was staring shocked at them.

Remus shushed her and held Snape closer as he fussed a bit from the noise.

Her eyes flicked between the other three Marauders who were keeping a respectable distance, then to Remus who was holding her friend like a....life preserver.

She looked up at McGonagall with wide eyes.

McGonagall pursed her lips as she surveyed the scene. Lupin holding a recently regressed little Snape, James staring blankly at them, Black standing just close enough to keep and eye on them, and Pettigrew biting his nails.

"What on Earth... Mr. Lupin let go of Mr. Snape, we have to-"

"no!", They were taken aback by the loud interruption. Remus was so soft-spoken. He never yelled.

"Mr. Lupin we must take Mr. Snape to the infirmary."McGonagall continued, eyes softening "hand him to me.".

Remus looked at her with fury "no. He's mine. I won't let anyone take him away. He's my baby.". He didn't seem to care that Snape was fussing from being woken up.

The omegas pheromones were now clogging the air with a putrid stench, something of rotten eggs mixed with Snapes upset little smell was causing Peter to gag.

McGonagall stood firm, but gentle "Mr. Lupin. He isn't yours. You cannot possibly take care of him, nevermind your... Condition. You are simply too young. You couldn't possibly give him the care he needs.".

Remus was silently crying and hugging Snape closely in a death grip "but...".

Sirius suddenly stepped in, "Mate... Just let him go. We can visit later. Right James? James. JAMES!".

James shook his head "Huh? Oh. Yes... Of course. Yeah.".

Lily held her arms out "c'mon Sev, come with me and Professor McGonagall to see the nice nurse lady okay? ".

The boy, still grumpy and confused from the days events simply whined, burning his face back in Remus' collar to resume him disrupted nap.

It took ten minutes to pry Snape and Lupin apart, and it was killing James to see his packmate so upset. It was like he lost his ACTUAL baby. Remus was inconsolably wailing, taking both James and Sirius to hold him back from following the crying Little.

James patted him on the back, "Snivelly's fine Mate.".

Remus nodded slowly, not even acknowledging the cruel nickname.

"Mate c'mon let's go. You need rest.".

Lupin whimpered, nodding slowly.

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He gently shushed the sobbing little, "it'll be okay. Just a bad dream. Shh..it's alright little one, daddy's here...". Sirius still wailed, going red in the face. He bounced him on his hip using a quick charm, but nothing seemed to quell the boys woe. He sobbed and was clutching him like a lifeline.

A idea suddenly dawned on Harry, who smiled mischievously. He blew lightly onto the boys face, momentarily stunning him. Once he was over his shock, Sirius giggled, "gen.". Harry repeated it, causing the boy to go into a fit of laughter. "All better?"Harry asked, ticking the boys belly. Sirius giggled "uh huh." Then his face dropped and he wiggled "I wet...". His voice was suddenly soft and for a second harry thought he'd might cry again. He acted fast and grinned at the boy, praising him.

"Good job bud, you told me this time instead of waiting and getting icky. Good boy..". Sirius beamed at the praise then scowled when he realized what was next.

He made sure to praise the boy often, even for minor things. Something he NEVER got from his family, no matter how much he tried.

When the boy slightly fussed he tickled his belly.

"Now are you gonna be a good boy and let me change you so you can have a cookie? Or a naughty boy who gets to have cool down time on the naughty step without a cookie at all?"Harry asked, smiling brightly at him.

Sirius looked torn, the almost-toddler loved making mischief and getting into things he knew he wasn't supposed to.... Then again being a good boy meant hugs and snuggles and the cookies Harry would make JUST for him and he'd help by cracking the eggs and taste testing them when done and he didn't have to share.

He hated the naughty stool and pitched a fit when he had to sit on it, but it was preferred over a spanking. Not that Harry ever hit him hard. No matter how upset he got with him. He never left a mark on him.

It was usually soft reinforcement. He never yelled or raised his voice, after learned it terrified him to no end. When he first came to Harry, and misbehaved, he braced himself for the inevitable punishment. He held his hands out and Harry had given him a funny look. "I bad. You hit. Cane.". Harry had a look of shock and gathered him up in his arms, "no no no, Sirius, love. Never. You're too little for that. Show daddy your hands. Good boy. See. No hurting. You'll get time outs and spankings, but never hit like that. Only with my hand, okay? You have to tell me if it hurts, I'll never hurt you on purpose.".

Harry tickled the boy to regain his attention.

He pouted a bit, but nodded."Mkay. I notta baby though." He whined.

Harry nodded "of course not. Your my big, strong, tough boy aren't you. But... Big boys don't get night night bottles and they don't get to sleep in daddy's big bed. They sleep in their own beds." The boy pouted and crossed this arms as he teased and he bopped the boy playfully on the nose. Sirius whined and batted him away and continued to think.

He cutely pouted, "mkay. Change.". Harry pet his hair, "good boy.". Sirius hated being changed, so Harry usually distracted him. Usually with a toy. He gave Sirius his teddy and started to peel his diaper off.

Sirius whined, Harry gently shushed him "I know bud. It's cold.". He tried not to look sad when he saw the scars. Rashes that hadn't been healed properly, blisters that had popped and scabbed over and scars from scratching. Bruises that never seem to heal.. Marks from years of neglect and abuse. Belt and cane scars.. Not to mention the mental scars from his time in Azkaban, which was the main cause of nightmares and an inconsolable baby. He quickly cleaned the boy and taped a new nappy onto him. Sirius gave him a look, and cocked his head like a puppy. "It's alright bud. Just thinking. How about that cookie? You were such a good boy. So brave. Didn't fuss much this time.".

Almost immediately Sirius reached for him, smiling brightly. "Oh, does my big boy Siri want cuddles?" Harry grinned and lifted him into his arms.

The little nuzzled him happily, "love daddy.". His heart swelled up, "aw, I love you too. Such a good boy.".

Sirius snuggled closer and let out a yawn, and Harry kissed his head "such a sweet boy. How about you eat your cookie and then finish your little nap? We can cuddle all you want.".

Sirius rubbed his eyes, "I no s'eepy. ". Harry chuckled "c'mon bud. You get to finish your nap. Daddy will rub your back and you can have a bottle.".

Sirius looked conflicted, until he saw the soft smile on Harry's face, and relented, then huffed "mkay.". He nibbled his cookie, chocolate chip, and allowed himself to be manhandled so Harry could make his bottle and wipe his face. "Alright bud. Let's get comfy.". He leaned back and let Sirius get comfortable, leaning into his chest to listen to his heartbeat, legs curled up to his chest. He propped the bottle up and allowed him to hold it. His eyes closed and he let out small snuffles as he drank.

"There we go. Such a sweet boy. So kind. Taking his nap and drinking his baba. So good. A very good boy.." He kept praising him quietly, and stroking his hair.

"Shh..you're okay love. Close your eyes. Daddys here. I'll always be here. You're always going to be safe with me. That's a good boy...".

He kept it up until he was positive that Sirius was asleep. He conjured up a pacifier, and quickly switched it from the empty bottle before the babe could fuss. His eyes fluttered a bit, and he scooted so close he was practically on top of him.

Harry rubbed his back and listened to the soft snores. Once he was sure the little was sleeping, he carefully layed him on the couch, putting up a small barrier to keep him from rolling off.

"Night Siri. Daddy's here.". He rubbed his hair and pecked his forehead softly. The boy sleepily cooed and scrunched his fists. Harry 'aww'ed and 'accio'ed his stuffed teddy that was charmed to stay warm, and let the by cuddle it, then threw a blanket over him.

He took a quick picture for the album and smiled at Sirius.

"Love you Siri.".

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He honestly should've expected it. Rain always made Ron sleepy and grumpy, and it never failed to make him feel Little.

Which would've been fine, had they been in the sanctity of their common room.

But in there common room, they were not. They were in the middle of quidditch practice. Everyone had notice the dark clouds rolling in, and the Griffindors shared a look of brief worry. But Ron, always wanting to prove others wrong when it came to his littlespace, told them he'd be fine to fly.

He had, for a little while, which made Harry very proud. Until he spotted the bludger heading for him out of the corner of his eye, making him turn just as the Snitch whizzed past his nose towards Ron.

Ron had just been caught in the crossfire. Draco and George really had only been doing their part for their teams, probably expecting Ron to pull back. Which he had, George narrowly missing him but Draco, to his credit attempted to pull back, but it was inevitable. They crashed into each other, Draco managed to steady himself, but Ron hadn't been as lucky, and was sent spiraling towards the ground.

He looked to see Draco heading for the Snitch, and down at his Little increasing speed towards the Earth.

He immediately dove, gaining speed and barely managed to grab him by the back of his uniform before he hit the ground.

His broom landed hard, and bounced a bit before landing away. Harry and Ron landed roughly from the force of Ron's weight.

Harry caught him in his arms and landed on his back as they hit the ground, leaving Ron with only a few scraps and bruises, but definitely Little now.

He openly wailed in distress as Harry hugged him. Everyone had stopped, even the Slytherins, because a Littles wail was enough to stop even the cruelest of them.

"Shhhh... It's okay Ronnie. Papas here. C'mere. Poor thing. You're okay." Harry's soft murmurs did nothing to calm him. Ron was definitely wet now, he could feel the nappy through his uniform trousers.

"I'm sorry! I tried to stop!" Draco was breathless and looked to be having a panic attack at nearly killing Ron, despite it being an accident. While big Draco wasnt that fond of them, Little Draco just adored Ron like a baby brother. "It's fine Draco, he's okay. Just a few bumps and scrapes. Definitely scared out of his wits."Harry said to attempt to calm the bristled Little down. The last thing they needed was TWO littles upset and crying. Draco sniffed, "M'sorry... di'nt mean to hurt the baby! Honest!". Ron seemed to pickup on his distress and what was being said, and turned tearfully to Draco "is okay. Jus' a lil boo boo. See?" He pointed to his knee. His PADDED knee. Harry his a laugh behind a cough. Ron was definitely the one to milk his ouchies for extra cuddles and treats (not that he hadn't already had that in the first place).

"See Draco, he's okay. Don't worry about it sweetheart. You wanna hug to feel better?"Harry was softer around Draco when he felt Little. Sure he had a bit of a bratty streak, but other than that he was well behaved and polite and usually a sweetie, blossoming under the care of Neville. He was usually very gentle and affectionate while little too.

Draco hugged him tightly, then Ron, feeling left out snuggled closer. Ron wasn't the type to get jealous when Harry showed affection to others, but insisted on hugging them too. "I think thats enough practice today, huh?" He patted the Ron's back as he gently bounced him, rain pellets dripping off his messy hair. Draco nodded, rubbing the last few tears from his eyes. The others seemed to get the memo, and began to head towards the changing area.

Harry let Draco go with Nott, and told him to meet back at the entrance before heading to get them changed.

Now that everyone was gone, Ron decided to confess something, "Papa... Icky.". Harry nodded understandingly, "let's get you changed and then we can go the Hall for some cocoa, sound good love?".

"... Wit' mallows?" He lisped as he was stripped of his clothes and nappy. Harry chuckled "of course, lots of marshmallows. Lets get a quick wash, we stink.". Ron giggled as he made quick work of scrubbing the sweat and dirt off.

After a quick nappy change, they were in their raincoats and boots they were off. Draco was patiently waiting by the entrance of the school, giggling as he watched frogs jump around in the puddles.

He patiently held Harrys hand as he was led through the halls to the Griffindors tower. "Paaaapa! You said cocooooa!"Ron whined.

"Ron, that's not how we ask." Harry scolded gently, "papa, you said cocoa after change! Is after!" Ron pouted, making Harry bite back a grin.

"We have to drop Draco off with his daddy first, then we can get some cocoa, okay lovebug?"Harry rubbed his nose with Ron's, making him giggle.

The Fat Lady cooed at them, making Draco shyly hide behind Harry."Such cute little babes, password?".

"Portkey"Harry replied with a grin, " thank you. Say bye bye boys.".

" Byebye Miss Lady!"Draco called, Ron settled for a short but polite "byebye!"

When they reached the common room, Draco rushed to his daddy who was sitting on the sofa." There's my little snapdragon! How was practice? you're out early?"that last bit was directed at Harry, but Draco answered with "I crash in to the baby Won and he fell high bu' Harry gots him but Won had boo-boos an I says sorry an gots huggies!".

Neville nodded "good job buddy. How about your go pick out a book for naptime?" Draco beamed and rushed off happily.

Neville, ever the observant, noticed Ron sulking. "Wow, You're such a big boy. See Harry, I told you Ron wasn't a little baby anymore, I bet he barely cried at all! Draco would of cried for hours."Neville teased.

Harry dramatically gasped and squished his face with Ron's " Neville! He will always be my little Ronnie.". Ron giggled, " uh huh. Papas baby!".

Neville chuckled, " alright you two go on. Have fun.". Suddenly Harry got an idea.

" Hey Ron, how about we stay here and listen to Neville's story and drink cocoa? You always say Neville does the best voices EVER!"Harry nodded as he talked.

" Uh huh! Daddy is the bestest at the monster voice! He doesn't make it too scary!"Draco announced, running back with The Tales of Beetle the Bard.

Ron nodded, laying his head onto his daddies shoulder and shifting to get comfy as Draco curled beside his daddy on the sofa.

Harry called for a house elf, asking for two hot chocolates in bottles and two in mugs.

A few moments later the perfectly cooled cocos arrived.

The next half hour was full of a crackling fireplace, Neville's voice, the soft snuffles of almost asleep littles and the soft patter of rain on the roof.

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Fred had woken to a piercing scream, it was so sudden he almost fell out of bed. His first thought was DANGER but after his tired brain caught up he realized it was Ron.

He looked over at his twin, who was still snoring, ever the deep sleeper. Lucky bastard. He made his way over to Ron's nursery, and found him standing in his crib wailing hysterically. If he had to guess, he was on the younger side this morning, maybe one or two.

"Alright alright I'm up Ronnie, what's got your nappy in a twist this morning?" He lifted him out to change him, thinking that was the problem, as it usually was. Ron rarely every cried when he was this little, only when he was hungry or wanted a change.

So he was surprised to see Ron tearfully hiccuping and babbling, burying his face into Fred's neck and holding on for dear life.

"Hey, you're okay Ronnie. Did you have a nightmare?"he bounced the boy to attempt to comfort him, but it was no use. Ron sobbed and hugged tighter. He sighed softly and went to the changing mat, after some pulling and a sticking spell, he managed to get Ron pried off of him to change him. He didn't even have a chance to get new clothes on before Rons wails picked up even louder.

Even after a nappy change, he was still crying. Fred was at a loss, if it wasnt the nappy then what was it?

"Ronnie, c'mon talk to bubba. Use your big words. What's got you so upset?" He cuddled him and patted his back, Ron's hoarse cries finally settled down a bit and he tearfully gazed up at him.

"Ba' d'eam... Bubba byebye...scawy..". Oh. So that's what it was. "Ronnie... I'm not going anywhere. I'd never leave my sweet little baby brother.", George was definitely better in the comforting side of things. Not that Fred wasn't good at it, he just wasn't good with the words.

"No byebye? Pwomise?" Ron wiped his eyes, Fred nodded "never ever. Why don't we go get you dressed, wake Georgie and have some yummy breakfast? Would that make you feel better, huh?" Fred tickled Ron's bare belly.

The little giggled and nodded "Bubbas eggies!". Fred rolled his eyes playfully and smiled Ron loved it when Fred cooked, especially his eggs "oh I guess. Since you had such a bad morning.".

After getting Ron dressed in coveralls and a soft blue shirt and matching socks they snuck into the twins room.

Ron was trying to stifle his giggles as he leapt from Fred's arms and onto George, squealing "bubby" , who woke with a start.

He cut a glare at Fred, but smiled happily at Ron "G'morning to you too Bug.". Ron snuggled into his chest, while distracted Fred mouthed "bad dream". George nodded at him and kissed Ron on the head, alright alright let's go get some grub in you.".

Ron cheered, "eggies!". Fred blew a raspberry on Ron's cheek as George carried him "yes bug, you're getting bubba's eggs and toast. You want juice or milk?".

"Juice! Apple! P'ease!"Ron asked sweetly, in a much better mood over than half an hour before. Fred deposited him in the highchair and George went about getting his bottle while he cooked.

"Love bubby an' bubba!"Ron squealed, smacking his hands on the highchair tray.

"Love you two Ronnie!" They chorused. It always amused Ron when they did it. When they finally all settled, Ron allowed George to feed him the eggs while he insisted on eating the toast himself, getting strawberry jam all over his hands and face and taking long drinks from the bottle.

"So messy! More on you than in I swear, isn't that right Fred?"

"Right you are George, I think Ronnie needs a visit from Mr. Washcloth.".

Ron laughed as a washcloth danced from the sink and to his face, swaying back and forth before seizing the moment he was distracted and wiping the boy down.

"All done. Such a good eater! Let's go play for a bit while Freddy goes and opens the store. Oh don't give Bubby that look, he'll be back in a little bit." The last bit was directed at Ron's pout

"Ron, if you're a good boy for George you can come help in the shop after your nap."Fred patted his head before kissing his cheek and leaving.

The two settled on the couch for a game of Exploding Snap. Ron wasn't much good at the game, but still like playing. After that it was a few rounds of wizards chess, then some coloring. Once Ron decided he was bored playing, he cuddled up to George. Definitely nap time.

George smiled and pet his hair, humming softly, slowly lulling the little to sleep.He yawned himself. Well... A bit of a nap wouldn't hurt.

Fred had come back upstairs to see what was taking them so long, Ron was usually excited to 'help' at the shop. He inwardly cooed at the sight, Ron in George's lap, both peacefully snoozing.

He decided to leave them alone for the time being, no use in having a grumpy toddler and an equally as grumpy twin brother.

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In all of the the years Draco had known Harry, even after they got their classifications ( he was still sure the staff almost had a collective stroke at their golden boy being a Little), Harry had never cried much.

Yeah, he’d had angry fits, but he chalked that up to everything that happened up until that point just bubbling over.

He guessed classifications were the last straw. The headmaster had told their year they’d be randomly assigned a caregiver/little to get a feel of what to do. House Elves on staff to help show them what to do or make bottles and snacks.

He expected Harry to be a walk in the park. He never knew how wrong that would be.

The first day had dragged on slowly, and Draco was slowly getting the hang of feedings and changes, reminding himself to send an apology gift to his parents for the absolute little terror he’d been as a child.

He had to admit that Harry was downright adorable. Not quite walking, but he could stand on his own without falling. He could say some words, but couldn’t really form a sentence together. Madame Pomfrey said he was likely a toddler or a baby. Maybe around one or two.

Harry normally would spend the night in Griffindor tower at night, until he got his room perfected and to his satisfaction. Nothing but the best for his Little. Draco was very particular about how the room should be decorated.

So after a long day of playing and practicing walking and talking and gentle reminders of “Harry love, no you can’t eat that. It’s a toy.”, he grabbed Harry’s bottle and carried him towards his chambers, instead of upstairs to the Griffindor tower.

Harry let out the most adorable coo’s and made grabby hands at everything they passed. “Alright love time for bed. Can you say ‘night night’?” He lied him down on his cot, and Harry giggled and babbled at the mobile above his head, made of snitches, quaffles, bludgers and little broomsticks with tiny riders on them that waved at Harry, flying around in circles “dada nigh!”.

Draco pet his hair and tucked his stuffed animal, a big fluffy dog, under his arm and propped the bottle up so he could drink.

“Night love.”he pressed a kiss to his temple and pulled the bars up, flicking the nightlight on as he went out the door.

He’d been awoken hours later, dazed and confused as he heard Harry sobbing in his room.

“M’comin’….”he shuffled towards the crying, Harry was standing in his crib and making grabby hands at him and absolutely sobbing his heart out. He yawned and lifted Harry out of bed. His bottle of formula was still half full, his diaper was dry, so Draco had no clue what was wrong.

“Shhh, daddy’s here. It’s okay.”he hugged Harry closely, and comforting patted his back as he walked in circles.

After ten minutes of nonstop crying, the tears finally stopped. Big sad and wet emerald eyes stared up at him “dada….”.

“Poor baby Harry. It’s alright love. You wanna tell daddy what got his sweet little baby all upset?”Draco sat in the rocking chair and petted his hair.

Harry babbled sadly pointing at the bed and rubbing his head over his scar.

He felt like a failure as a caregiver for not knowing what was wrong…

So faster failing again to get the answers out of Harry, he sucked up his pride and floo called the Griffindor common room to see if Granger was there.

She was, but she looked just as frazzled and tired as he was, trying to ignore the Hufflepuff boy whining in her arms as she read a story.

He made his presence know by coughing, then holding up Harry, bouncing him slightly and telling her what was happening.

She gave him a sympathetic look and had told him, while ignoring the curious crying baby yanking her hair, had said Harry had nightmares about Voldemort often and THEN Weasley broke in, sleepily taking the baby away so Hermione could talk, with that his relatives treated him badly and he sometimes had bad dreams about THAT when they WEREN’T about Voldemort.

“Wooooon! Miiiiii-ne!” Harry reached towards the flames, whimpering.

“Harry it’s alright baby. The meanies aren’t here. Your daddy will protect you. Us too…our poor sweet baby.” Hermione’s voice was soft and gentle.

The baby whined but settled back into Draco’s arms “just give him cuddles until he falls back to sleep. Which all of us need right now. See you later Malfoy. Bye Harry! See you tomorrow!”.

Their faces disappeared and it shocked Harry so much he began whimpering.

“No no, don’t cry. You’ll see them later okay?” Draco kissed Harry’s forehead.

Harry hiccuped and latched on closer, “You poor thing. How about we sleep in my bad tonight.”.

He grabbed Harry’s bottle and stuffie, then got them comfy in his bed, allowing Harry to squish the toy between them. He closed his eyes and slowly began petting Harry’s back in slow soothing motions.

Once HIS breathing evened out, Draco finally began to feel the tugs of sleep.

Every would be okay in the morning.

Which it was, after breakfast and seeing Ron and Hermione, he seemed to forget about the night before. He happily babbled to the portraits as he passed, cuddled with Draco and played without worry.

At least the next time it happened, he’d be more prepared.

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It had been hours and they crying just wouldn’t stop.

Ron’s sobs wracked his body and he was turning red in the face. No matter how much he bounced him or held him or if he hummed and patted his back.

His nappy wasn’t dirty, he finished his bottle, and hadn’t missed his nap. All things that if he HADN’T had he would of had a reason to be so grumpy.

But this was MORE than grumpy. This was inconsolable crying.

“Cmon Ronnie. Tell bubba what’s wrong.” Fred petted his hair soothingly. Ron fussed and wiggled in his arms. Nothing was working.

“Please Ron. Bubbas very tired…”he felt like crying himself. George would of had him calmed in an instant-

His brain finally caught up and he felt like kicking himself.

“Ronnie, it’s alright Georgie’s okay. He’s just at work right now. Okay?”.

Ron’s cries finally broke into sniffles “Bubby ‘Kay?”.

Fred nodded with a big grin “yep! He’ll be home soon and I don’t think he’d want his favorite baby brother to be sad when he gets home.”.

Ron let out a giggle and rubbed his eyes, “is Ronnie sleepy?”Fred teased. A nod.

“Alright, how about a little cuddle. Sound good?” As he tickled Ron’s belly.

Ron giggled and swatted at the hand. They settled into the armchair in the livingroom and just sat in silence. Ron’s coos and senseless babbles tapered off into soft snores. Feed wasn’t far behind.

When George stepped through the Floo in the library an hour later, he was expecting to be tackled by Ron. Instead he was greeted by silence. Strange.

“George! Ron! I’m home!”.

Nothing.

He set the briefcase down in its usual spot and walked around to look for them. Not in the kitchen having a snack. Not playing in the toy room. Not in any of the bedrooms. Not in the bathroom. ‘Maybe they were watching the telly?’ He wondered as he walked towards the living-room. He let out a sigh of relief when he found them.

Ron was curled up in Fred’s lap, both snoring away. He threw a blanket over them and decided to let them be.

They needed the rest.

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James bounced the cranky baby as he tried to screw the lid onto the bottle with one hand.

“Shh. I know Moony, it’s bedtime. Just give me a sec okay? It’ll be ready soon I promise.”he gently shushed.

The only answer was a pitiful whine. Poor thing had been having bad dreams lately. Remus sniffled and rubbed his face into James’ neck.

He let out a sigh of relief when he finally got the lid on, “slow drinks Rem. We don’t need you getting tummy ache.” He gently reminded as they went to settle into his bed.

Remy nodded slowly as if he was ACTUALLY listening to him. James knew that as soon as he got comfy and started drinking it he’d need help to keep the flow steady and slow. Otherwise he’d choke and start crying all over again.

Sure enough after a few drinks he started to splutter and needed a few back pats to get settled again. Remus pulled a face and started to whine as James took the bottle to hold it for him “I told you Rem. Papas gotta hold it now.”.

His response was a shrill unhappy shriek.

James blinked in surprise. Remus was well behaved and never yelled at him like that before. He raised an eyebrow “Rem, you don’t yell at papa like that. Do you want me to tell Daddy you’re being a naughty boy?”.

Remus whined pitifully, big eyes watering up.

“Remus you don’t yell at us. That’s naughty. You don’t want to be a naughty baby, do you?”James readjusted the crying boy on his lap.

Remus was whining louder now, sniffling and trying to wiggle away and out of James’ arms.

“Remus, no. “He scolded.

“No what?”a voice interrupted. Sirius was home and dusting off the Floo powder from his cloak.

“Da! Da!”Remus stopped his escape attempt and held his arms out at Sirius and whimpered while glaring at James.

Sirius let out an ‘ahh’ and nodded as he scooped him up.

“He’s just being fussy and a bit naughty. He won’t let me hold his bottle for him. He’d tried it on his own and almost choked.” James explained.

“Oh really? Was Papa teasing you for being a fussy baby?”Sirius exaggeratedly rubbed their noses together, making the baby squeal.

“Alright alright you two. Sirius you need a shower and Remus needs to go night night.” James ruffled Remus’ hair.

“Yeah yeah. Remus be a good boy and let papa give you your bottle. I’ll be right in to read your bedtime story.” Sirius passed him back.

Remus pouted but relented.

“Good boy.”.

The two resettled and Remus allowed himself to be fed. Halfway through Sirius joined them to read his bedtime story. Tonight was his favorite.

A muggle book called Matilda.

After he’d finished the bottle and been burped, the three snuggled together as Sirius read aloud.

Remus’ soft coos tapered off into snores.

After they’d transferred him from their bed and into his cot then made sure he was fast asleep, they tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, tucking a worn out teddy under his arm.

“Wanna glad of Firewhiskey?”Sirius asked.

“Thought you’d never ask.”.

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Despite his surly appearance, Severus was a happy Little. Fussy sometimes, but not horrible enough to be considered a tantrum. He’d happily play quietly while Lucius did paperwork, softly mumbling and babbling.

As much as Lucius denied it, he was the one who spoiled Draco rotten. He was a daddy’s boy through and through, and unlike Lucius, wasn’t scared of his father. Lucius had made sure he wasn’t going to scare his child into obeying, all it did was make Draco cry and Narcissa cross, so he resorted to positive reinforcement and the occasional punishment when he stepped too far out of line.

It had worked well and he and Draco were close, but it seemed that lately Severus wasn’t too keen on sharing his attention, even though Lucius had explained that Draco was his baby too and he had to share.

Draco wasn’t Little, Classifications Testing didn’t occur until beginning of the last semester of sixth year and Draco was only in the middle of fifth. But he had an inkling it was either that or an omega but Draco was refusing to believe it.

He honestly hoped that he’d finally let it go that the Potter boy had rejected his friendship, something he hadn’t taken too kindly to, or finally tell the boy how he felt because if he got one more letter about “Potter did this” or “Potter said that” he’d snap. He begged silently that the Potter boy wasn’t an alpha or an equivalent to it because that would really set Draco off.

A man could only take so much pining and dramatic sighs from his child before he snapped.

But it was because of his seemingly never ending patience with Draco that worked well with Severus. The night he’d been classified had been horrible. The boy hadn’t stopped sobbing for hours and screamed when anyone else came near him. It had taken some letters BEGGING for Lucius to sort him out.

It had taken Severus months to get to the point of comfortability where he’s openly drop and not care what others said.

“Da?”a voice drew him out of his thoughts.

“Hm? Oh yes Severus?”he asked, looking up from the paper he’d just been staring at.

“Is ‘Kay?”He reached and patted his leg with his hand. Lucius smiled softly and nodded.

“Yes Severus I’m fine. Just thinking. What are you doing?”he asked, taking note of the figures scattered around him.

Severus beamed and babbled a story that Lucius didn’t understand, but nodded along as if he did.

“My that does look like fun. Why don’t you keep playing while daddy finishes up, then we can go out for a treat for you being so good today?”

Severus gasped and excitedly bounced “ice cweam!”.

“Alright then, just a bit longer and we shall go get your ice cream.”.

Severus nodded and turned back to play while Lucius looked at the paperwork and began to make his way through it. Occasionally glancing at Severus.

He smiled softly as he continued to work.

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Severus was honestly just trying to get away and find a place to regress in peace. He hadn’t had the best day and honestly he just felt like crying.

First Potter and Black messed up his potions assignment and caused him to get scolded for “not paying attention.”.

Then they tripped him in the corridors and now his hands and knees stung…

And then they tore up his homework for McGonagall and he had to redo it, which caused him to miss his nap which didn’t help his grumpy mood.

Then as if Merlin himself cursed him today, they had to have porridge for lunch, something about the most of the house elves catching some sort of illness.

He hated porridge!

He was so lost on thought he didn’t realize he was about to walk right into Remus, until it happened. It caused a domino effect of them all falling to the ground and groaning in pain.

Once he knew that they realized who knocked into them, Severus felt his tummy drop.

“Looks like Snivellus wants round two.”James smirked. Sirius was practically drooling to finish the earlier tussle. Peter and Remus were standing off to the side.

Remus kept flickering his eyes between Severus, who still sat on the floor a bit dazed, and his friends who were drawing their wands.

Until he finally caught it. His heightened senses picked up the pungent smell of rotten milk. A little was nearby. In distress.

He looked around and saw that they were the only ones here. Peter was a beta, James was an alpha, and Sirius was a neutral. Remus didn’t fully know his class because werewolves were particularly hard to test, but if he had to guess, it was a mix of caregiver and maybe something else. He wasn’t sure.

He snapped his head towards the boy who was now backed into a wall as James and Sirius stalked forward to him.

Realization flooded over him as he shoved the two away from him “stop! Stop! He’s a Little!” maybe a bit of something else that was familiar but he couldn’t place where.

The two froze in place as Severus finally snapped, wailing loudly as big tears rolled down his face. They had to quiet him before a professor or worse, a Slytherin, found them.

He gathered him up in his arms and held him as close to the scent gland on his neck as he could. The cub was safe now. Have to calm the cub down. Cub is frightened. Comfort the cub.

He purred lowly to try to quell the sobs, which were tapering off rather quickly and being replaced by pleases cooing.

“What did we do…we’ve been messing with a Little! A baby at that!”James gripped his hands in his hair as he paced the floor of the corridor, Sirius staring into the empty space between them. Peter just stood, looking and not knowing what he should do. He really should of payed more attention to the lessons.

Once he’d calmed down and stopped crying, he suckled his thumb and looked at them warily.

“He doesn’t have a caregivers scent. Unmarked. He’s been alone for a long time. Poor cub.”Remus combed his fingers through the boys surprisingly soft hair. Poor baby….alone and afraid. Not anymore.

“We can’t leave him here. We would be in so much trouble if Dumbledore or Merlin forbid McGonagall finds out!” James reasoned, helping his friends.

Severus fussily nuzzled Remus, whimpering “poor cub must be starving. Peter go get him something to eat. A bottle maybe? We’ll meet you in the dorms!”. The boy transformed and scurried off while the others ran for the tower.

It had been ten minutes of silence since then, save for Severus getting increasingly more fussy for a bottle.

“If we knew…gods have we done.“Sirius sounded deeply ashamed. James sighed and shook his heads”I’m sorry Snape. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know your were a baby!”.

The baby in question turned to him and openly giggled. That was new. James looked surprised at him.

“Is James funny cub? Is he silly?”Remus tickled the boys tummy, making him squeal happily. Remus hugged him and pressed a kiss to his hair.

Peter barged in, scaring the daylights out of Sirius who was sitting right by the door, which made Severus howl with laughter, until he saw the bottle in Peters hand and started making a “gimme”motion with his hands outstretched.

“Yes yes, I know you’re hungry. Thanks Pete.” As soon as Remus put the nipple of the bottle to Severus’ lips, he hungrily suckled it down.

Today must of worn him out because he was out like a light. Almost. He let out the most adorable yawn and snuggled between James and Remus. A hand wound in Remus shirt while he sprawled out over James.

“That’s right cub. Night nights. Sweet dreams…that’s a good boy.:.”Remus cooed, lulling Severus to sleep.

By the morning they made their decision almost unanimously.

He was apart of the pack now.

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Okay. So in hindsight the tantrum had been inevitable.

Ron had been woken up earlier than usual and that had made him grumpy.

Breakfast was a hassle because Hermione INSISTED on feeding him and he didn’t want her to because he was NOT a baby! Harry had scolded him to behave or he’d be in timeout.

It’s not HIS fault Hermione was trying to feed him icky foods. He didn’t like oatmeal or porridge. But he had to push through because he was hungry.

Then the game that day had been canceled because of weather, which also meant he couldn’t play outside.

Then Neville couldn’t play because he had homework, and Dean and Seamus were being icky and kissing again. Not even Colin or his brother could play because they were visiting their parents.

Nothing was going his way today! It wasn’t fair!

He slumped to the floor and sulkily pushed a toy car around. Hermione gave him a weird look over her book, and Harry was comforting a boy from a younger year, helping him tie his shoes as the kid sniffled and wiped his eyes in his robes sleeve.

He threw the toy against the ground, which caught Hermione’s attention “Ron don’t throw things!”she scolded.

He glared at her but obeyed. He rubbed his eyes sleepily “mumma I nap?”.

Hermione glanced at the clock “no, not for awhile Ronnie.”. He narrowed his eyes and got up, if SHE didn’t give what he wanted he’d ask Harry like he usually did. “Daddy?”he tried in his sweetest voice and biggest puppy eyes.

“Hey there baby, what’s up?”,

“Daddy I nap?”he rubbed his eyes for emphasis. Harry raised an eyebrow, “what did mummy say?”.

Ron pouted and dropped the act “No…”.

Harry sighed and patted his head “that’s your answer bud, sorry. You’ll be up all night if you go night night right now.”.

He stalked back to the play carpet and sulked. He rolled a ball back and forth, when he noticed he was cold and wet.

“Uh oh.”his voice was soft, he’d had an accident. His lips wobbled. That was IT.

He let out a piercing wail that caught everyone’s attention. Hermione and Harry were by his side in a second, “Ron! What’s wrong?”Harry was checking him over for a injury, and Hermione was looking around for anything that might of hurt him.

“Oh. I think I know why he’s upset.” Harry lifted him into his arms and bounced his bottom “he’s wet.”.

“Oh poor baby, did you have an accident? See Harry! I told you we should of used nappies! But nooo you gave in to Ronnie and got him pull ups! You know he can’t tell when he has to go when he’s little!”she scolded as she looked for his bath toys and jammie’s

“Hey! Don’t scold me, hey grab the ducks they always make him feel better, he looked so happy! You try saying no to this sweet little face when he genuinely sounds excited!”

“Oh don’t you turn this on me Harry Potter you’re the one who said he should be potty trained! He’s barely two when he’s little! He doesn’t know when he needs to go! Isn’t that right Ronnie?”.

Ron giggled tearfully at their antics and nodded “see Ron? Daddy’s silly isn’t he? Since he’s so silly he’s going to change you and give you a bath while mama gets your baba and pacifier.”.

Ron beamed and bounced in Harry’s arms. Harry sighed and walked to the baths. He set the water to a perfect temperature and tossed in the bath toys.

Ron happily splashed and squealed when the duckies quacked at him. Harry was gentle when washing him.

“Alright Ronnie time to go, say bye bye to the toys.”Harry lifted him out of water. He cutely waved by to the toys and layed his head on daddy’s shoulder.

He was soon diapered and dressed then had a yummy bottle. “Okay i suppose we should give you an early nap today. Poor baby. I know, mommy and daddy are sorry. You can go night night.”Hermione kissed his hair.

Ron nodded in agreement and snuggled closer, Hermione cooed “poor baby. How about some cuddles huh? Would that help?”. Ron nodded and cuddled between them on the couch, now happily suckling his paci.

He clenched his hand in Daddy’s shirt and cooed. He felt a soft hand rubbing his back in small soothing circles until his eyes felt heavy and droopy.

“Night Ronnie.”Hermione kissed his forehead.

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Thanks SOOOO MUCH to the person who reported Age Regression is Now My Profession. 

I got ANOTHER warning on my account.

For having “commercialized content” aka my PayPal. I CONSTANTLY see people posting about ko-fi and PayPal. For those who MUST know that was during a hard time in my life. My family is big and we didn’t have enough money to feed everyone. See? Uncomfortable isn’t it. Knowing all my business.

If y’all have a problem, then PLEASE come to me personally. I’d happily change it, if it’s within reason!

This is why I don’t like doing requests anymore. SOMEONE always finds a problem with it and I get reported.

If you don’t like what I’m writing YOU DON’T HAVE TO READ IT.

I might just give up and delete my account. I’m just so tired of getting reported.

Who knows.

Since SO many people have an issue with it apparently.

It’s been TWO years since that work was finished, why do something now?

So if you don’t hear from me for awhile again, that’s probably why. Either got suspended or permanently banned.

Either way, just thought I’d let my fans of my stories know WHY I’ve suddenly gone silent. I try to reply to all comments if I can.

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Ron was so tired.

So so tired.

But he couldn’t sleep until Harry was. He had put him back to bed three times, only to hear the shuffling of padded feet as he stood in the bed and whined softly. Whimpering as he held his arms out to be picked up.

One look into the big watery green eyes and Ron had turned to mush. He couldn’t say ‘no’ to that face! Hermione would roll her eyes and say Harry had him wrapped around his finger. Which WAS true but she didn’t need to say it in front of EVERYONE.

Now he would give anything just to just make Harry SLEEP. Hermione was looking through books to see what they could do, but no luck just yet, and if he kept it up he’d wake the other Littles in the dorm and then they’d have equally grumpy dorm mates to deal with.

He honestly didn’t know what was WRONG with Harry tonight. Usually after a warm bath and bottle, then a story while he sucked adorably on his paci-

Oh. They were dumb. “Hermione…”his voice came out tired and unsure, she gave a grunt of acknowledgment as she scoured page after page.

“Where’s Harry’s paci? The one that looks like a galaxy?”He took a breath as realization swept over them

“Should of know honestly, what kind of mother forgets their babies favorite-“he voice trailed off as she turned the corner into the girls dorm.

Harry finally stopped sobbing and was now hiccuping softly. “I know bear. Mamas gone to get it.”he pressed a kiss to the ravens forehead. Harry babbled something back, the only word he understood was “mama”, “da’..”, “paci” and “cud!”. Cud meant cuddles. Something Harry LOVED. He loved being snuggled into their sides while being read to. Ron smiled “yes Harry, mama and dada will cuddle you when she’s back with paci.”.

Hermione returned looking satisfied if not a bit deranged from a lack of sleep. She stuck it in the baby’s mouth who immediately started suckling and cooing, happily satisfied.

“There.”she kissed Harry’s cheek and then Ron’s. Then Harry’s again when he let out a displeased whine. She settled with them in the bed, closing her eyes as Harry adjusted himself to be equally distributed between them. Which also made it so they couldn’t move. They usually didn’t let Harry sleep with them…but Hermione didn’t say anything, so Ron figured it was okay just for tonight. Hermione was conked out as soon as her eyes closed and soon began snoring.

He smiled as Harry’s eyes fluttered shut, and let out a sigh of relief. Ron closed his eyes and finally started to drift off.

He may be wrapped around his finger, but so was Hermione.

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It wasn’t fair!

Sirius promised they’d be best brothers forever and ever! Now he didn’t even look at him, he was too busy flaunting his new status of CAREGIVER along with his new friends. Even PETTIGREW was one!

But no! SNAPE just HAAAAD to be a Little! A baby at that and it wasn’t FAIR! Sirius hadn’t even asked what Regulus was!

Sirius should be cuddling HIM and feeding his bottles! Regulus felt light and fuzzy in the head as he sulked in his seat in the Great Hall.

A twinge of jealousy as Sirius gently stopped Snape from playing with his food and wiping his hands. How come HE got his attention? What did SNAPE have that he didn’t!

He ignored Barty next to him, happily kicking his legs and babbling to HIS caregiver, then shrieked in joy at being handed his favorite jam on toast.

It wasn’t FAIR! His lips wobbled and before anyone could stop him, he shoved everything in front of him. There were gasps and yells as it had a domino effect over rest of the table, trays tipping over and pitchers falling and drenching everything in their path.

The other tables seemed to have noticed his tantrum, but he didn’t CARE. He kicked and screamed at anyone who came near him.

Until a firm hand on his shoulder made him stop cold. Remus Lupin. A prefect.

“Ten points from Slytherin! Regulus Black you stop that right this instant! That was uncalled for!”he shook a stern finger in his face.

Regulus stopped thrashing but continued to wail hysterically. He was swiftly lifted up and carried out, the rest of the Marauders right behind him, Potter carrying a confused Snape behind them.

He was brought to the Griffindor common room and sat on a love seat. By now his cried tapered out and he hiccuped.

He didn’t listen to the group as they talked but eyed Snape playing happily with blocks on the floor. At being offered one, he scowled and swiftly knocked it down with a kick and glared. This, in turn, made SNAPE start to cry. Potter, Pettigrew and Lupin led him to the bedrooms so Sirius could deal with him.

“Alright Regulus. You’ve been a right prat for days.”Sirius crossed his arms “what the hell’s up with you.”.

Regulus’ lips wobbled “it’s not FAIR! You’re my bubba! MINE!”.

“What-“. Reg hadn’t used that name since he was five and finally learned to pronounce his name without lisping, which Sirius always found adorable.

“My bubba! MINE!”he leapt off his seat and wrapped his arms around Sirius, who finally put the pieces together. The nickname. The tantrums. It all made sense now.

He was a Little. He was probably scared Sirius was going to leave again.

“Reg….look at me. I’ll always be your bubba. But you don’t get to throw fits when you don’t get your way“.

The toddle, he presumed, pouted.

“How about we take a little calm down time and the we can talk, okay?”he gently lifted Regulus’ chin up.

Regulus hiccuped “mkay bubba…” he tearfully rubbed his eyes. Sirius lifted him and held him for a good five minutes, and his breathing finally calmed.

“Now can you tell me what happened earlier?”

“Gots mad. I’m yous baby! My bubba!”he latched into him tightly.

“Shhh. You know I’ll always be your bubba. You know Sevs my baby too. How about we call mummy or daddy to come get you? Set up time for visits-“

“No mummy….no daddy.”his lips wobbled and he wiped his eyes with his sleeves. Sirius swore and patted his back gently. “You’ve been all alone? Who’s been taking care of you?”.

“Imma big boy! I do it!”He smiled, he made his own sippy’s and everything! Wasn’t as good as a baba though.

“Reggie…”he tried to keep his voice soft, why hadn’t anyone known…no wonder he was so upset.

“Cmere love.”he brought the little closer and let him cry into his shoulder “there we go. Let it out…poor baby.”.

“Papa! Is baby ‘Kay?”

He jumped at the sudden voice next to him. “Sev go back up-“

“Sorry Pads! He ran while my back was turned! Cmon Sev, the baby’s very-“.

Sev unceremoniously shoved a soother into the crying littles mouth.

It stopped the wailing as the shocked baby gave a tentative suck.

Oh. Why hadn’t they thought of that.

“Baby ‘Kay?”this time more directed AT Regulus. The boy nodded softly.

“Is okay cry.”he patted Regulus’ head clumsily, but gently.

“Awwww!”

James rolled his eyes at Peters cooing but agreed. It WAS cute.

“Alright I think someone needs a nappy change and a nap. You want to help Sev?”

“Uh huh! Big brod’er!”

“That’s right you’re his big brother too.”.

After a quick change that he was too tired to fight, and a quick message was sent to the headmaster, Regulus was propped up with a bottle in a fresh pair of pajamas.

Severus was taking his new role seriously and wouldn’t take his eyes off of him while the others talked quietly so he could nap.

A gentle kiss was placed on his forehead followed by a hand running through his hair until he slowly drifted off

“Night “baby…”.

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Ever since he’d been released from Azkaban and had the charges dropped, him also being a Little hadn’t helped their case against him, life had been smooth sailing.

Mostly.

Little Sirius, was in short, a daddy’s boy. He clung to Remus’ side at every given opportunity which wasn’t usually a problem.

Until the full moon. A helpless toddler minded man wouldn’t be able to fend off a hungry and angry werewolf. So he was usually left with a sitter for a few days.

Usually it was Harry, who little Sirius absolutely adored, but one little thing stood in the way this time.

“Sorry Remus but we are so swamped right now Ron’s got the pox and“Harry’s voice was cut off by wailing “he’s been so fussy and Hermiones off on a retreat and don’t get me STARTED on Draco-“

“Are you sure there’s no way you can take him?”

“Positive, I’m sorry. I think Snapes free. But he’s not a kid person…”

Remus sighed “he’ll have to do”.

The Floo call went better than expected. After a gratuitous amount of begging Snape caved and agreed to watch him for a few days.

“Make sure he goes to the loo before bed, he’s still iffy about the dark too, oh and before I forget no broccoli. He will refuse to eat-“

“Just go, he’ll be just fine.”

Remus kissed the tot on the forehead “be good. I’ll be back on Friday.”.

It took three minutes to pry Sirius off of him, and Snape was left with a crying toddler.

The door shut and Sirius settled in front of the fireplace with his bag of toys.

After half an hour, Snape was surprised.

Sirius hadn’t made a peep outside him quietly playing with his toys or asking politely for a refill of juice.

He was actually behaving. He’d expected a spoiled terror of a child, like Draco was when he was young.

But little Sirius, unlike his older counterpart, was quiet and polite. Snape actually forgot he was there until he felt a presence behind him while working. He jumped at just how close Sirius was, who was curiously trying to peek into the cauldron.

“Wha’ doin’?”

“I, am making Draught of Peace.”he responded, turning back to his work.

“Oh! Papa takes that to sleep!”.

“He does?”Snape raised an eyebrow.

“Uh huh! He can’t sleep a lot.”Sirius lisped around his thumb.

Understandable considering his condition.

It was quiet for a bit, just the sound of the cauldron bubbling and the stirring of the potion. Sirius watching with rapt attention as he added each ingredient.

“Mister Snape?”

“Yes?”

“Do you like my papa?”

“Yes he’s a…friend of mine.”

He couldn’t explain the rocky relationship the two had. Not quite friends but not quite enemies anymore.

“No, like Harry likes Ginny.”

“Do you mean ‘love’?”he quirked an eyebrow as he corked the bottle and stored it.

“Uh huh.”the toddler nodded as he peered at the other bottles on the shelf.

“It’s complicated.”he answered honestly, no use trying to lie when the kid wasn’t going to tell anyways.

The old grandfather clock struck five, supper time he supposed.

After a quick dinner of chicken and potatoes, he made sure Sirius used the bathroom and brushed his teeth before getting into his nightclothes and settled into bed.

After three stories, the kid was out for the count and happily cuddling his teddy with a small ball of light illuminating the room softly.

He left the door open a crack before settling on the sofa and reading a book.

The next morning he was woken by a presence by his side and nearly jumped out of his skin at how close Sirius was.

The tot cheerfully declared “Mornin’!” before racing off to do Merlin knows what before Snape got out of bed.

During breakfast, he almost choked at the sudden declaration of “papa thinks you’re pretty!”.

Of course the tot, much like his adult counterpart, would try to play matchmaker.

“In the stories the prince rescues the princess!”Sirius said, as if trying to prove his point.

He’d bite.

“Which am I then?”.

That seemed to stump him long enough to clean up the dishes and give him a wipe down.

“You’re the daddy.”

“Daddy?”

“Uh huh! The one that marries the mean step mom but that won’t happen cause you love papa!”.

“Oh, I see.” He smiled a bit at the innocent reasoning and ushered him off to play.

If he was going to be the daddy, what did that make Remus?

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Ever since he’d been released from Azkaban and had the charges dropped, him also being a Little hadn’t helped their case against him, life had been smooth sailing.

Mostly.

Little Sirius, was in short, a daddy’s boy. He clung to Remus’ side at every given opportunity which wasn’t usually a problem.

They’d moved to the Muggle London countryside for Sirius’ mind to rest and heal, somewhere they’d have complete privacy from prying eyes and nosy reporters.

Of course, he went to one of his many babysitters for a week whenever there was a full moon, and he supposed with Sirius’ upbringing that made him overly attached. Usually Harry, who Sirius absolutely adored.

But that didn’t matter at the moment. What mattered was dragging Sirius to get his shots he missed while in Azkaban.

But his worry wasn’t about the shots but the Sirius himself. The guy hated needles and with no potions or mediwitch available they HAD to do this the Muggle way. Not even Harry would console him.

To make it as painless as possible he started off with Sirius’ favorite breakfast to ease him into the news.

“Sirius, you have a doctors appointment today.” There it was a nice clean break into conversation.

“Wassa doctor?”the toddler asked around a mouthful of waffle.

“They’re sort of like a mediwitch. They make you feel better with medicine.”

“Oh…am I sick?”the toddler curiously prodded himself to check.

“No love”Remus bit back a chuckle “but you might get sick, that’s why we have to get you your…shots.”.

That caught his attention and the reaction was immediate.

“No needle!”Sirius blubbered, “p’ease!”.

“Sirius love they’re just like potions, I promise. Only you don’t drink them.”reasoned Remus as he hugged the toddler.

“Bu’ I don’ wannit! ‘Urts!”

“It only hurts a little bit darling, I promise. No more than a little pinch.”.

That didn’t help a bit and the toddler only continued to cry all the way to the car.

Better to let him cry it out than have a tantrum in the doctors office.

“I’m sorry love but I don’t want you feeling icky. Do you wanna feel icky?”

“..no…”the response was quiet and sniffly.

“I promise I’ll be right there the whole time little one. “

“Pinky p’omise?” Sirius asked with a pinky raised

“Pinky promise baby.”he raised his pinky back.

The doctors office was luckily not busy, and they were seen shortly after arriving. Despite his claims of being a big boy, Remus could see the boys resolve breaking when the doctor returned with six shots.

“Umm…”Sirius reached for Remus’ hand.

“Sorry, he’s a bit afraid of needles.”

“Oh dear, well pick out your bandages and if he promises to be a good boy he’ll get a toy from the chest and a lolly.”

Sirius picked out race car bandages and pondered the lolly question.

“Did you hear that baby? What flavor do you want?” Sirius thought hard, before answering with “blueberry!”.

The doctor pulled out a lolly and Sirius happily suckled on it, only whipping around in time to feel a pinch and the doctor throwing away the needle.

He whimpered a bit but otherwise sat still “and what toy are you going to pick love? I bet there’s loads of choices!”Remus moved his face back gently with his hand.

“Ummm…I dunno…”.

Another pinch.

“How about that sweet octopus?”he pointed to the box excitedly. Sirius turned and gasped.

It was perfect!

Another.

“Just a few more little one.”the doctor reminded.

The next few he didn’t even feel he felt so giddy at getting a new fluffy toy that he bet was so soft and-

“Finished! You did so well!”

Sirius blankly stared at his bandage covered arm before blinking “all done?”

“Yep! All done! You can pick your toy out now.”

He scrambled away and embraced the octopus, which was just as soft as he thought it was. He didn’t even mind the ache in his arm.

“Cmon love time to go, say bye bye to the doctor.” Remus held his hand.

“Bye bye nice doctor lady!”.

The doctor laughed and waved back before continuing with her paperwork.

Sirius happily skipped to the car and even buckled up without complaint.

At least they got through the appointment with few tears.

Chapter Text

If there was anyone who knew their siblings like the back of their hand, it would we Charlie and Bill.

They were one of the first to know about the family classifications. At least THAT was one thing the twins didn’t share. Fred was Little while George was a neutral. It had been a running joke that they all shared.

Fred, much like his older counterpart, had a penchant for mischief.

Ron, on the other hand, was much calmer and quieter than his older self.

The two got along fantastically when they were introduced in their headspaces, Fred was around three or four and Ron around two or three.

When they were in their headspaces together they were as close as Fred and George were outside of it.

But sometimes, it seemed like that wasn’t so great.

Like when Ron was too little to verbally state what he needed or wanted and just cried.

Which just so happened to be the first time Harry came around to babysit with George, when Bill (Ron’s caregiver) and Charlie (Fred’s caregiver) had to go do some business at the ministry with Percy, a caregiver as well (Surprisingly).

Usually it wasn’t an issue, both boys adored Harry, despite him not being a caregiver.

Harry was endlessly patient with Fred, being the rambunctious toddler he was and needlessly gentle with Ron, who tended to have big mood swings.

The only real issue was the matter of reminding Fred that Ron was too little to play big boy games like tag and hide and seek.

That and the nightmares Ron’s been having as of late. They’d watched a scary movie while they were big and while Fred didn’t seem to remember and acted as he normally did, Ron was the opposite.

The little fellow was absolutely terrified of the dark now, which was cutting into his sleep time.

Harry had been bouncing the crying little for nearly twenty minutes when Fred plucked up the courage to ask if his baby brother was okay.

“Oh he’s fine Freddie, just a bit spooked. He had a bad dream so he’s a bit sad.”Harry explained, still attempting to soothe Ron’s woe.

That had apparently been the wrong thing to say because FRED burst into tears.

Between his wails and hiccups all Harry understood was HE was sad now.

Great now he had TWO crying babies on his hands.

Despite gentle pleas of ‘please stop crying’ and ‘it’ll be alright” they decided to call it quits and call Charlie and Bill back.

No sooner had they stepped through the Floo, Ron was babbling tearfully at them.

Bill scooped Ron from Harry’s arms and began patting his back rhythmically and Charlie pulled Fred aside to question him and George.

“Sorry to be a bother, but we just can’t get them to stop! They aren’t hungry or thirsty, they’ve both been fine until it came to nap time!”.

Charlie nodded “no bother, they’re our babies after all. Nap time you say?”he looked like he was thinking about something.

“Where’s Ron’s sleepy toy? The blue elephant?”.

“In his cot, why? He’s refused to nap!”Harry sounded just as exasperated as they were confused.

“Oh this happens from time to time, Ron gets fussy around nap time and Fred gets fussy because RON is fussy. All we have to do is get them both settled.”Bill explained.

All this, because they were TIRED? When Harry and George both tried to get them to nap?!

As soon as the elephant was in Ron’s arms, he let out a pleased coo and nuzzled it sleepily. Seeing his brother calm down definitely settled Fred, who curled up next to Bill happily.

“It’s alright baby, that’s it…sleepy time…”Charlie cooed as he bounced Ron gently. The gentle swaying eventually lulled him to sleep.

Seeing his brother asleep calmed Fred significantly, who quietly slid off the couch to play with his toys, not straying too far from his little brother.