The evening was quiet in Remus and Sirius's home, a rare moment of peace. They were lounging on the couch, lost in conversation while the TV played in the background. In the hallway Ezikiel—barely fifteen—was busy with gods knew what.

Remus was a professor at Hogwarts university and Sirius was a tattoo artist.

As the couple talked, Ezikiel fell over on her knee. down the stairs. The loud thumps alerted them to this. Her breaths came faster, her knee aching and looking odd, they she tried to take deep breaths.

Remus, mid-sentence, glanced down, his instincts kicking in. Something felt off. He saw Ezikiel sitting too still, the little chest rising and falling rapidly, body tense. His heart lurched.

“Ezikiel?” he called softly, reaching down to crouch Infront of you. The moment he held Ezikiel close, he felt the tiny body trembling slightly, the tenseness and pain now more obvious. Panic flashed through him, but he kept his voice calm as he talks to his daughter. “Easy, I’ve got you.”

Sirius fell silent, concern washing over them as they watched. Remus held Ezikiel close, rubbing their back in slow circles, trying to figure out what was wrong with their teen.