Lupin's cub (Remus Lupin's Unknown daughter)

Christmas at Grimauld

"What do you love?" Remus questioned, wondering what had elicited such a large grin from his friend.

Sirius reached behind him holding out a painting, "my little puppy here painted our family tree Remmy." He replied offering the large picture.

"I asked uncle Sirius if I could paint over one of the old paintings in the library upstairs, a landscape not a person." The girl supplied smiling happily as she cuddled against her godfather.

Remus found himself grinning as he looked over the painting. It was a large tree painted as if the last rays of the sun were setting its leaves ablaze. On the branches in no apparent order, as Caelen hadn't realized the significance of the connecting branches, were small portraits of Remus, Sirius, Caelen, and Harry. The portraits all grinned, glancing at each other. "That's amazing Caelen!" Remus breathed out enthralled with his child's skill. "I had no idea you could paint so well! How did you add the magic to make the portraits move?"

"I had your old notes from when you taught how to paint them at Hogwarts. The twins helped me every night since they got here, except for the first I mean." She replied cheerfully.

Sirius beamed, "it's a perfect present puppy, I love it."

Breakfast was going along well, Mrs Weasley sent Remus and Caelen back up to their rooms to fetch their sweaters before allowing them to sit down to breakfast, and had been bustling around since. Her face fell sadly when an owl appeared, dropping a package, clearly another Weasley sweater, at her feet and hurrying away. The twins scowled as their mother burst into tears.

"Ah mum don't worry about Percy." George started angrily.

"Yeah, he's nothing more than a humungous pile of rat droppings!" Fred finished equally as angry.

Much to the twins bewilderment this did nothing to calm their mother, who wailed all the louder. Remus passed Caelen to Sirius ushering he and the twins from the room quickly. "I'll take care of Molly, you lot are no help."

The twins spun shortly, disaperating who knows where. "Well then puppy, wanna help me give Buckbeak his Christmas meal?"

Caelen nodded happily joining Sirius in a rousing rendition of 'God rest Ye merry hippogriffs' as they waltzed down the halls.

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"He'll come around Molly, you'll see." Remus reassured quietly, offering a comforting hug to the sobbing woman.

"My son hates me!" She wailed. "He hasn't even asked after his father, imagine in hospital and his son doesn't even care!"

"I'm sure he does Molly, I'm sure he cares," Remus offered in a consolingly tone. "He's just misled at the moment, he'll see straight eventually."

"What if it were Caelen, Remus? What would you do if your little girl decided you were ignorant, that you were supporting something that was wrong. What if the morals you had tried to instill in her were disregarded, thrown aside for a bit of recognition in a corrupt government! The things he's said, the contempt he holds for his father and I, for Dumbledore himself! I just don't know what to think anymore!" The woman sobbed into the werewolf's chest.

Remus didn't have a response for that, were Caelen to do what Percy was doing he'd be equally as crushed as Molly clearly was. "I'm sorry Molly," he murmured, rubbing comforting circles into her back, "I'm sorry."