Little Star

Stella did not wake up in her crib that morning.

Instead she awoke in a man's arms.

More specifically across a man's bare chest. She saw the scars lined across his shoulders, and immediately recognized this man as Remus.

It was as if scars appeared on every portion of his body. Stella was admittedly curious, but she was not going to ask. In fact, she preferred it if she didn't need to speak to either one of them altogether.

She was being adjusted in his arms, head resting on his shoulder. The sudden wake from her slumber mixed with her current reality, causes Stella to begin to cry.

Sob, actually.

"Shhh, you're okay angel. I'm sorry, but it's time to get up, Miss Cranky Pants. You looked so perfect while you were sleeping, I almost didn't want to wake you."

Stella just buries her head further into the man's shoulder, knowing her strength had been so reduced the last few days, fighting back was pointless.

She would still try though. Stella spent the better part of last night, plotting the logistics of her escape.

Yes, they were wizards, but surely she could somehow find a way around them. Even if that meant staying quiet and remaining somewhat obedient for a while.

However, she still flinched greatly when a hand felt around her diapered crotch.

There was a frown in his voice. "Cmon Stella, not even a little bit of wee?"

Obedient, didn't mean she would stoop so low as to create a pool of her own filth attached to herself.

"I'll give you some more time if you need it, but if Papa sees you starting to seriously harm yourself, he'll have to step in."

Stella tried not to think about what would happen if it ever got to that point. Would they force her? Or would it eventually just become too much on her bladder to keep in?

After a rather invasive diaper change and appliance of more rash cream, the duo headed downstairs.

Remus headed straight for the chair seated by the window, with a view overlooking the grasslands. Stella could admit it was quite beautiful.

The man got comfortable and pulled the girl snugly to his lap.

And suddenly the state of his undress dawned on her.

Not again.

"While you were sleeping, Papa ate his breakfast. Now it's time for him to give his little munchkin her's."

Before he could pull her to his exposed nipple, Stella began to protest.

"Could you just make me some normal food? Whatever it is, I'll eat it. All of it, I promise."

Remus smiled at the girl sadly.

"We tried that before, baby. And we learned you're just too little right now to be eating big girl food."

Stella tried to think in what world did mashed up bananas count as big girl food.

He tried to rearrange the girl once more, but once again she squirmed out of his grip. He let out a sigh.

The girl murmured, "Please...I don't wanna."

Remus tsked and finally ignored her struggles and brought her lips straight to his left nipple.

"I think I have a very hungry and whiney baby, who is just going to have to sit here until she is fed her breakfast."

So there she sat, her lips still pressed in a firm line against his nipple, watching the countryside from the window.

He wasn't wrong though, Stella was starving.

The breastmilk from last night sent her to bed with a full stomach, but woke her up with a very hungry appetite. And her stomach began grumbling to remind her, and anyone with an ear, of that.

That milk...

Although the experience had been dreadful, Stella couldn't deny that milk being one of the finest delicacies she's ever tasted.

And there it was, centimeters away from her lips, able to end her hunger and satisfy her cravings.

But she couldn't. She wouldn't.

She couldn't let them think this is okay. That she actually likes this. Remus' issue with Sirius' actions last night was that Stella's nursing from his chest wasn't real. Now that there was no spell to force her to drink, it would indeed make this real. Make it so that she chose this.

She would be giving in.

But alas, the truth was, Stella had a long way to go before her escape. What was she to do between now and then? Certainly they wouldn't let her starve, and would eventually take control. She was delaying the inevitable, and if she gave in right now, it would be if her own free will.

Which was without a doubt, the better alternative.

No sooner than coming to terms with these facts, did Stella's lips being sucking in a back and forth motion, taking in the sweet milk emanating from Remus' nipple.

She couldn't see anything above his neck from her fixed position, but the smile on his face was grand.

He couldn't wait to call Sirius and tell him all about it later.

No...He was still quite angry with him. Plus, informing him of their daughter's compliance would only further justify his actions from last night.

If Sirius were to ask about it when he got home, he would be honest. But he certainly wouldn't rush to go call him during his lunch break as usual, and tell him all about how well Stella had been adjusting.

Being angry with the person you love most, could quite possibly be the most frustrating feeling in the world. Wanting to share a joyful moment with them, but not being able to simply get over what's bothering you.

But now, these two men were officially fathers. Parents. A constant team. And in a team, you have to be able to shake off your injuries, and communicate and work together to be able to play a good game.

They now had a daughter to consider. Their petty arguments and disagreements, would have to subside for the sake of their baby.

Perfect harmony, is how Sirius had described it one night to Remus in New York. That was how they wished to raise Stella. In perfect harmony.

He would call him.

Yes, he would call him at lunch time. He wouldn't particularly include what an easy time the baby gave him with breakfast, but he would call nonetheless. To check in, see how things are faring, ask about his day. Show him he's not still angry with him over something he knows Sirius regrets deeply.

Remus looked down to find a now sleeping baby, with lips still partly latched onto him. Breathing short, light breathes through her nose, which he could feel against his chest. Perhaps he had woken her up too early.

As he stared at the little girl in his arms, the lucky star she was named after, it dawned on him.

No matter how much she tried to fight it, no matter how long it took for her to accept them, she would never possibly be able to understand the love and joy these men held for her.

The life they planned on giving to her.

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Two naps and another breastfeeding later, Stella laid on her back whilst looking up at the mobile at the top of her playpen.

It was enough that she was wearing nothing but a diaper and a onesie which gave no coverage, but now they had actually restricted her strength to that of an infant's. She couldn't even pick her head up without help from Remus. This also included sitting up.

She didn't know if they did this in fear of her running away, or to give more to the illusion of her being an actual newborn baby.

Remus' face appeared over her with a smile, as he reached to scoop up her limp body in his arms. He walked up to her nursery, and sat the two of them down.

The next thing she knew, he had a baby bottle filled to the brim with water. It came out of nowhere, like...

Oh, right.

Remus shoved the nipple in the girl's mouth and she began drinking no hesitation.

"All that playing made you thirsty, didn't it bub?"

Stella kept on sucking. Faster, and faster. Her tongue had never felt so dry.

Soon, she was finished. And no sooner after that, Remus provided another bottle of water seemingly out of nowhere.

She drank that one down too.

"There's my good girl. Look how good you're being for me today. Daddy will be so happy."

Once she finished, the father and daughter went downstairs. Stella was securely placed in her high chair, while her Papa was just over by the oven flipping the seasoned chicken thighs for him and Sirius' dinner.

It smelt amazing, and yet Stella wouldn't get any of it. A pout made it's way across her face.

She was so occupied cursing out Remus and Sirius in her mind, she didn't even realize when the latter had entered through the door and come up behind her.

And began profusely tickling her.

"I think a little someone needs some help turning that frown upside down!"

He wouldn't stop and before long, Stella couldn't keep a fit of uncontrollable giggles under wraps.

It was like she couldn't breathe, but also one of the best feelings ever.

"Maybe Stelly needs some more tickles on her belly!"

He continued to tickle her all over her body, paying special care to her torso. It was like it would never end.

Until something else did.

Her long vow of integrity crumbled before her eyes. Stella didn't have to look down to confirm. She was sure the yellow stain on the outside of the diaper, was nothing compared to the ickiness she felt on the inside.

This couldn't be happening. She was better than this. She could feel the wetness coating her privates and began to smell the sour tang of urine in the air.

She just prayed that neither one of her two captors could smell it either.

Thankfully Sirius' attention was soon pulled away by his husband. "Moody give you hell today?"

"About as hellish as any other day. James left early though. Lily called, apparently Harry said his first words."

The brunettes head perked up, "Dada?"

The long haired man took a swig of orange juice and laughed, "No, table."

Both men chuckled. Sirius continued, "He was excited all the same though. Told me we'd understand that feeling soon enough."

Remus beamed at his daughter.

"Speaking of," Sirius started, "James is getting impatient, he wants to meet her."

"Not a chance. She's barely adjusted, we're not gonna rush her." Remus swiftly stated, "Besides, Lily doesn't even know the truth yet. I feel horrible lying to her as is."

Sirius hopped onto the counter, "It's not lying. It's just fragments of the truth. We did bring home a baby from America, you know."

"Yes, but-"

"She just wouldn't understand. At least not right now. She didn't see the conditions she was living in, Rem."

The scarred man turned to face his husband, "She knows muggles better than anyone. Maybe she would understand."

"You don't want James to see her yet, and I don't want Lily to know the full story. Let's compromise, no one's meeting the baby until she's at least gotten out of this phase."

Remus nodded and turned back to stirring the rice.

Stella now knew the person she had to find. Lily.

From what she heard, Lily wouldn't be on board with this whole thing, and could possibly help her to escape.

But she also heard that she wouldn't be meeting Lily for quite a while. This fact, mixed with the yellow mess her lower half was swimming in, causes Stella to let out a few silent sobs.

Which get loud pretty quickly.

Sirius rushed over to his little girl immediately, "Darling, what's the matter? Tell Daddy so he can fix it."

She just cried louder and clenched onto his shirt with her fists.

Sirius' face watch etched with worry, but Remus didn't have the same reaction at all.

A few glances in the little girl's direction, and he knew.

"Pads, check her nappy. See if that's what's upsetting her."

Before Sirius could undo the buttons on her crotch, Stella mustered up enough strength to aggressively swat his hands away. Her hands were much tinier than what they once were, but they got the job done.

"It's okay, baby. Daddy's just checking to see if little Stella made any pee-pee."

"I'm not a baby!"

Sirius eventually got his way and when his hand felt the underside of the girl's diaper, he was overwhelmed with joy.

Immediately, he began showering his girl with kisses all over her face. He was so happy she had finally began to take steps in the right direction.

Remus smirked from the counter, "All good things come, to those who wait."

"Yes love, you were completely right and I was utterly wrong. But right now, all I care about is my baby girl and her first wet nappy! This feels like such a milestone, you think we need a picture?"

Stella thrashed around in his arms, kicking and screaming, desperately hoping to be dropped to the floor. Maybe break a limb.

That pain would be less than this.

"Forget the picture. Why doesn't Daddy take our little potty pants upstairs, and get her all changed?" Remus hurried, not liking the sound of his baby's cries.

Sirius swung the girl over his shoulder and headed for the stairs. Remus' voice rang out once more.

"Actually, better yet, just go ahead and give her a bath. Chicken's got another half hour."

Sirius grabbed Stella's little wrist easily and waved her hand in a goodbye motion towards Remus.

"Bye-bye Papa! It's time for my bathtime with Daddy."

Stella cried, and cried, and cried some more. This had to be the most tortuous kind of kidnapping there ever was. If anyone she knew could see her, shrunken to the size of a baby, dressing the part, and even playing the part by actually peeing in her diaper, she'd simply die.

Sirius carried her into his and Remus' room, and walked over to a side of the room Stella hadn't noticed before. On the left side of the bed, there lay a bassinet just a foot away. He placed her inside.

"Hang there for now, sweetheart. Daddy's just gonna change for bathtime and be right back for his princess to get her all scrubbed up."

Yes, Stella thought, Leave and never come back.

Stella knew bassinets were for newborn babies fresh out of the hospital, who needed to sleep right beside their parents, due to their constant waking up in the middle of the night.

If she wasn't laying down in her own filth right now, she might be able to admit this is pretty nice. Although this was more restricting, having less room than the crib, it was incredibly soft and infinitely more comfortable.

This was the most comfortable she's felt in days. She didn't know how long Sirius would take, but maybe she could close her eyes for a few minutes alone before he got back...

Stella was immediately interrupted by Sirius' presence.

"Wow! Papa told Daddy you were sleepy all day, but I didn't know you would go night-night so quickly."

He picked the girl up and placed her firmly on his hip.

He was wearing absolutely nothing but black underwear which clung tightly to his body. Stella's head was laid against his bare toned chest before she started whining again.

"Shhh, it's bathtime baby."

"No, I don't wanna! I want to go back to sleep!"

"No, it's too early for that Stella. You've slept enough today." He informed sternly.

Stella had never heard Sirius' voice quite so firm before. It was almost threatening, but not enough to call it dangerous. She was smart enough to tell, even though he might be the fun one, he's also the disciplinarian between the two men. Remus was simply too "nice". She immediately ended her tantrum.

He laid her on top of the bathroom counter, and began to undress her. He unbuttoned the onesie, and Stella had to resist the urge to flinch at a hand so close to her crotch. Then came the diaper, which was pretty easy to take off due to how much it was soaked by Stella's urine.

Sirius inspected her diaper for a moment.

"Love! Could you come here, please?" He yelled all the way downstairs.

Stella jolted in her place by his loud voice. Sirius' brow immediately creased apologetically.

"I'm so sorry, my darling. Daddy didn't mean to scare his girl like that."

A second later Remus came in in through the bathroom door at a light jog, "Is everything okay?"

"Come here and look at this for me. I wanna know what you think."

Stella grew insecure and frightened when both men came over to stare at her bare pussy and ass.

Sirius pointed at the diaper and looked to Remus, "Her pee is yellow. Like really yellow."

"Yeah, I've been trying to get her to drink more. That happens to muggles when they're dehydrated."

Sirius turns back to face Stella with a big grin, "Looks like we're gonna have to get more babas in you."

Remus leaned over and gave Stella a big kiss on the cheek.

"I'll help you get her in. Little Miss seems cranky."

"I put her in the small crib next to the bed while I was changing, and she was out like a light. Pretty fussy when I had to get her up."

The water had filled up the bathtub, and Sirius walked towards it with the completely naked baby in his arms.

He handed her off to her papa and stepped in. He lowered himself into a sitting position, and propped his back against the wall of the tub.

If these two men weren't gay, Stella would've never recovered from both of them seeing her like this. But sexuality aside, being passed off between people while she's naked, began quickly traumatizing the girl.

Remus sensed her nervousness and brought her close and whispered in her ear as Sirius got settled, "You see your daddy? Look how silly, he's too big for the tub."

"Are you siriusly fat shaming me right now?"

Both men chuckle.

Stella doesn't understand the joke.

"Alright, I'm ready," He outstretches his arms from the tub, "Hand me the smelly baby."

If Stella wasn't stark naked right now, she'd squirm and struggle to the ends of the earth if it meant she didn't have to get in that tub with him. However, the state of her undress has left her a little timid and shaking.

As Remus hands her off to Sirius, Stella does a position similar to the newborn crunch, to avoid touching the water.

The first thing to get wet is her butt, and then her thighs find their way in the water as well. Her back is pressed against him, and her extremely small body lays limp across his lap.

The one thing that Stella hasn't gotten over yet is how everything around her is now gigantic. Her captors, the furniture, even her nursery. She didn't like being this small.

However, being this small in someone's arms, feeling like they can protect you from anything...it's...

It's actually kind of nice, Stella wants to say.

Laying on Sirius as he washes her, isn't as terrible as she thought it would be. And this thought disturbs her greatly.

How can she help it? He's just so, so comforting. Like the night he found her breaking down in the restaurant's kitchen. Even the other night he woke her out of her crib, and swayed with her on the rocking chair. He has this calming presence about him, that Stella actively tries to hate.

But clearly fails.

He starts with soaping her body. He covers her chest, her back, and even in between her little buttcheeks. He cleans her privates thoroughly, not lingering in any particular spot. She doesn't know why out of all things they've pulled on her, she's not freaked out by this.

Due to the fact that these men had kidnapped her, the thought did cross her mind that one of them might take advantage at one point. However, this was soon made very clear to Stella that Sirius and Remus weren't those kinds of people. This "daddy-daughter-bathtime", as Sirius took pride in calling it, was clearly just that. A father giving his baby daughter a bath, like any regular parent.

Sirius turns her around to make sure no shampoo gets in her eyes whilst he washes her hair.

Stella tests her strength by lifting her arm as far up as she can, before it weakly drops in the water. This upsets her.

Until she looks up and sees Sirius laughing, with a shining grin.

"Oh, Daddy gets Stelly all clean and then she splashes him, huh?"

His laugh is just so contagious, Stella can't help but let out a giggle alongside him.

Sirius reaches his hand in the water, and shoves some in Stella's direction. Not enough to actually get in her eyes, though.

They go back and forth like this for a few minutes, with small grins and giggles. Even on Stella's end.

He begins to shampoo her hair, while Stella is still going.

This is actually a lot of fun.

"Hey, that's not fair! Daddy still has to clean you while you get to splash him, where's his fun?"

Stella forgets herself for a moment and lets out a loud laugh, "You don't get any!" She splashes him.

She usually makes a vow of silence to the best of her abilities whenever she's around them. Right now, is apparently an exception.

He scrubs her scalp with the baby shampoo some more before rinsing it all off. He hoists Stella up higher on his chest and stands up, walks over, and shuts the tap off.

Sirius shuts off the bathroom light and makes his way across the house, over to Stella's nursery. That dreadful little room.

Her bad mood resumes.

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Daddy and baby make their way downstairs, clean and dressed in pajamas.

Sirius is wearing a fitting black t-shirt, with grey sweatpants. His hair is still wet, but oddly enough parted into pigtails.

Stella is in another onesie, but this one actually covers her arms and legs. It's black with white writing in the center that says Star, in cursive writing. Stella doesn't mind this one all that much.

As it so happens, her hair is also parted into little pigtails.

"What do you think? I wanted us to match."

Remus gets up from his seat in the kitchen.

"Why did no one tell me we were having a pajama party? I would've went and gotten dressed!" He asked in mock offensiveness.

Remus walked over to wear his baby sat in his husband's arms and pried her out of them.

"I think we have the prettiest little girl in the whole wide world living under this roof, and I couldn't be happier. I mean, look at these cheeks. I want to eat these cheeks!"

He planted kisses all around her face, and she did her best to dodge them.

Sirius made his way over to the oven, cracked the lid and and peered at the chicken.

"Speaking of eating, when are we gonna get to do that? Parenting really takes it out of a bloke."

Remus answered still holding the girl, "Oh, please. You'll know parenting when you have this fussy little thing either constantly resting on your hip or constantly feeding from you like a milk machine."

Stella flushed red and began to squirm. It's not like any of this was actually her choice.

Remus laughed and lean down to give her a kiss, "Not that I don't enjoy it very much, baby."

"You know what I would enjoy? Some chicken," Sirius whines.

"I was just about to pull it now. Could you shut off the flame under the rice, please?"

Sirius shuts off the flame, then sneaks the lid off the rice and steals a scoop, planting it into his mouth.

"Don't! It needs to simmer." His husband scolded.

"It's simmering on my tongue."

Remus sighs, while the little girl on his hip makes a motion a bit like grabby hands in Sirius' direction.

More specifically, towards the rice.

Sirius looks as though he considers this, "Your call, Rem. Should I let her try some?"

Stella began profusely nodding at Sirius to let her have some rice, while the man chuckled at her cuteness.

"No. I want her used to breastmilk for a while, before we start giving her bits of our food occasionally."

Stella look of determination immediately turned into a sad frown. Sirius would do whatever his husband said, especially since he's been treading on thin ice ever since the wand incident. However, he couldn't help the great pain in his heart, towards seeing the little baby in Remus' arms upset.

"Don't worry Stelly, Papa's cooking is yucky compared to his yummy milky he feeds you."

Remus glared at his husband, before walking towards the table, and strapping the girl in her highchair. It wasn't like she was going to eat dinner with them, but they needed her in a secure spot where they could also keep an eye on her.

Sirius came over with two plates filled with garlic chicken thighs and white rice. He set them down on either side of Stella's highchair, and the couple began digging into their meals with their daughter in between them.

It smelled so good, and it wasn't fair that she wasn't allowed any. She's followed everything they said, so she couldn't understand why they were doing this to her. Apparently the whole "wanting her to be happy here", was utter bullshit.

She folded her arms on the food tray of the high chair, and rested her head on top of them, quickly dozing off. Until someone pinched her thigh lightly.

"Uh uh, Stella. It's not sleepy time yet," Sirius reminded, "If you stay up like a good girl, Daddy and Papa will watch a movie with you before bed."

Stella's head immediately picked up. She knew that TV was never allowed, due to Remus and his stupid muggle parenting books. That means this was a compromise, and if she listened, they would offer TV to her again in the future if they needed her to comply.

Remus smiled, "There's my good girl."

She rubbed her face to hide her slight blush. Stella has always enjoyed praise, albeit not as childish as the praise she receives from Sirius and Remus, but getting appreciated for her actions has always been one of her favorite kinds of compliments.

By her parents (back before that marriage turned to shit), her teachers, her employers, and even her customers. Sirius and Remus being some of them.

She enjoyed when they used to come into the restaurant multiple times throughout the week. Gave her someone to constantly catch up with, and their conversations were always fun, even if it was just them mostly going back and forth with each other as Stella watched.

The dynamic between the three was different now though.

In all of Stella’s daydreaming she hadn’t even realized both men had finished their meals, and Sirius was now unbuckling her out of her chair.

She looked up at him as she was placed into his arms, “Do I at least get to pick?”

The man rubbed his nose against hers.

“Maybe when you’re a bit older, sweetie.”

She really fucking hated this.

The man carried her into the family room, and sat down with her on the couch with Remus at their right side. At least tonight would be different, tonight she would get to watch a movie.

The scarred man spoke, “Alright angel, you just need your num num’s and then we can watch.”

No.

She had completely forgot, it was hard to believe but even still Stella completely forgot the routine after the two had finished eating.

All she wanted to do was watch some fucking TV.

The girl had squirmed like she’d never squirmed before. This absolutely was not happening tonight.

“Stella, settle down.”

For once, Stella had listened.

She calmed down and let herself be placed in Remus’ arms by Sirius. However, she still wasn’t letting this happen.

In fact, a better idea sprung to mind.

Right when he got her into the right position and her arms were still moving freely, she winded her right shoulder back and punched Remus square in the jaw.

Even with her reduced strength and much smaller body, anyone with an eye could tell that she had gotten him pretty good.

The man remained paralyzed in shock, hands clutching where the pain was. And boy, did it hurt.

Stella’s dad was adamant on making sure her self defense skills were up to par, before allowing her to live in New York City by herself. They really shouldn’t have expected any less, in her opinion.

Before Stella could actually enjoy seeing the result of what she had done, she was swung out of Remus’ lap faster than you could imagine.

Sirius had scooped the girl up and threw her over his shoulder, while furiously marching up the stairs.

Stella was still being jostled over him, as the two entered the nursery. He plopped the girl down on the changing table, and immediately began to undress her bottom half.

It was a very long and drawn out diaper change. He left her sitting there with her privates in the open air, while he took his time gathering things from cabinets. He held back no shame in taking his time wiping every crevice of the girl’s bottom. Powdering her butt all over, making sure to rub everywhere. He decidedly did not put the pacifier in her mouth, so she could savor every embarrassing detail. Letting her know her place in this household.

He also stuck a second diaper on top.

You know, for extra protection.

He then unbuckled the girl from the table and brought her with him to the rocking chair setting her down firmly on his lap, making it so she’s looking dead at him.

“That, was very very naughty, Stella. We don’t ever put our hands on Papa. I think we’ve been treating you too much like a big girl. You definitely shouldn’t be allowed up this late, since babies are clearly too cranky at this hour. From now on, bathtime at five, dinner at six, bedtime at seven. Movie nights are for big girls, who don’t hit their parents. So now, it’s bedtime for babies.”

Stella just stared at the man.

She deadpanned, “Well at least for right now can you honestly talk to me like an adult?”

Sirius sat in silence for a bit, contemplating. He decided to finally get out what she needed to hear.

“Whether you choose to believe it or not little girl, you NEED us. We saved you, and it’s gonna take some getting used to, but eventually I know you’ll see that. However, in the mean time, we still don’t deserve this disrespect. We’re letting you adjust on your own, but in no way does that justify tonight. He is my husband and your Papa, and you will never ever lay a hand on him ever again. You ever pull something like that again, and in less than a second I’ll have you sobbing over my knee. Actions have real consequences, Stella. You’re lucky this time is just being put to bed early. Once you start to get the idea who’s the boss around here, you’ll find that your Daddy can’t be nice all the time.”

At last the man stood up, with the girl now petrified clinging to his side. She saw a very different side to Sirius tonight, one which she never knew existed and would be very glad if she never saw again.

He laid her down in her crib, and brought the bars back up. He leaned over to give her one last final message.

“Goodnight, Stella. Daddy and Papa still love you, but you were a very naughty girl tonight. And I hope we don’t have see that little girl again for a very long time. I expect tomorrow to be better.”

After the lights closed, and the door soon after, Stella stared up at the ceiling when it hit her.

She had actually felt kind of bad.

That whole speech made her completely forget that SHE was the kidnapped victim, and everything she’s done is totally justified.

Yes, Stella knew this in her heart to be true.

But come to think of it, she hadn’t even seen Remus after the punch. Sirius had grabbed her up faster than you could say magic, and she actually never got to see the impact it left on Remus.

Poor, Remus…

He didn’t actually deserve a punch to the jaw did he? After all, he wasn’t the one who used magic in her in the beginning. He never forced her into anything she didn’t turn to willingly. Looking back on it now, maybe her and Sirius had gotten off to a bad start, but now that Stella was thinking about it….

Remus didn’t really deserve that.

She would apologize in the morning. Somewhat apologize.

Stella was fortunate to go her whole life without ever being sent to bed without dinner. Even though it finally happened to her for the first time at a whole 18 years old, she still felt like small scolded little child who carried this underlying guilt with her.

Yes. She had decided.

She would definitely talk to Remus in the morning.