Remus sat at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of warm coffee and reading the Daily Prophet to scoff at it's absurdities. If he hadn't been drinking coffee, the scent of the old paper from the newspaper would've lulled him to sleep. It was a quiet and peaceful afternoon.

Far too quiet.

About a year ago, Remus and his partner, you, had taken in baby Harry Potter after Lily and James were killed at the hands of Voldemort. You two swore up and down you would take care of and protect Harry at all costs, thus adopting him. Your adorable little nephew/adopted son.

Well, Harry had reached his terrible twos. It had been nothing but mischief and tantrums from Harry. So, naturally, it was worrying when the house was quiet.

Remus got up cautiously, walking out of the dining room and rounding the corner to your shared bedroom. Sounds of creaks became more apparent as he inched closer. He put his hand on the doorknob.

He turned the knob and pushed the door open slowly, the sight was pretty amusing.

You were out cold on your bed whilst Harry covered you with his own blanket, the boy only in diapers. Mind you, you were supposed to be putting Harry to sleep.

"My love?" He said, nudging you awake. Once you awoke, he chuckled and shook his head with mock disappointment, "You fell asleep and Harry didn't."