Rage

Romulus watched his brother break before the stern glare that belonged to Albus Dumbledore, and just felt he had to say something.

"Wait a second, what about me? I never agreed to stay here. I would very much like to go to Hogwarts," he said, looking up from his worn-out shoes to look at the old professor.

"I second that. I'm okay with it, but Monty doesn't know about these boys, and it's his house too. What if he disagrees?" Euphemia asked, looking sceptical.

As if it were timed, a distant shout of, "Euphemia, you still up there?" coming from none other than Fleamont Potter. There was the sound of stairs creaking, the slight huff of breath, the swishing sound of blood rushing through veins, and the door creaked open, allowing the owner of the library entrance.

Fleamont stepped in, looking around the environment of his own study, the occupants of two rather hot-headed twins, an old, wise man, and his own wife, all looking at him with matching glares.

"O-okay then, I'll just... step out for a bit, yeah?" he looked around, chuckled nervously, and slowly stepped out the door.

Romulus could still hear the heartbeat outside the door, and called, "Fine, you can come in!" 

Instantly, the salt and peppered head of Fleamont Potter popped into the small room, followed by the torso, arms, and legs. "Hello?" Fleamont asked uncertainty. 

"Hello, Fleamont," Dumbledore said back. Fleamont looked relieved to have been greeted back. Romulus glared at the pathetic man that was Fleamont Potter, and sized him up immediately. He looked kind. Warm, almost. He held himself in a certain way, a way that said that he was what his old teachers would call well-bread. He stood tall and straight, but almost like he didn't know it, like he didn't think himself superior, like that was just how he stood. All his muscles were slack, but he was no-doubt a strong man. His hair was just like his son's, dark black and sticking up every which way, but it was dusted with grey, either signs of old age or stress, but there was none of the emotion in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, like he smiled genuinely more often than not, so the hair must be by old age. Small wrinkles creased his forehead, and the corners of his mouth. He looked older than Romulus would have expected.

"Well, I guess this old bag of wrinkles is going to tell you anyway, but before I do, unlike the bag of wrinkles, I am going to ask my brother first," Remus suddenly spoke up, "Alla i ddweud wrtho?" he asked, (can I tell him?). Romulus sighed, and nodded.

"We have lycanthropy," Remus said.

Romulus watched as Fleamont blinked stupidly, and as what was becoming the usual reaction or horror and fear and a little bit of disgust filled Fleamont's eyes as he looked at the boys. Romulus just rolled his eyes and looked away, while Remus met his gaze with a fiery one of his own.

"How!? Is that how you both healed so fast? How can I trust you guys around my son? Are you guys planning something with him? Will you hurt him? Will you guys hurt Sirius? I can't believe you monsters dared to step foot around my son! What the hell?" Fleamont looked frantic as he looked at them with hatred.

Romulus instantly stood, as well as Remus did, he noticed. They both drew themselves to their full height, and glared furiously at Fleamont. Romulus would like to say that his words didn't hurt him, but he hadn't gotten used to Fleamont calling him a disappointment. Romulus noticed thin curls of rising smoke from different places around the room, but something else too. Ice crystals were spreading around some of the wood on the bookshelves, and Fleamont's robes. Fire and ice, polar opposites coming together to get a single job done. 

Anger consumed Romulus, and a tidal wave of pent-up emotions raged through him, angry and hurt.

"Take it back," he growled, low and menacing.

Fleamont looked stunned, looking around and the ends of paper books started to curl with black, and ice glittered on the expensive wooden shelves.

"I-I'm sorry, I was just surprised, and scared, for me and my son," he said looking around with fear. He looked to Euphemia, and seemed to want her to get out before his library either burst into flames, or froze everyone to death. Euphemia shuffled to her husband, and whispered something in his ear that Romulus could hear as clear as heightened senses could allow.

"Give them a chance. They're good. Not like what the books say. Just powerful, and hurt, but not evil, mindless beast with nothing but blood on their minds," she whispered.

Fleamont sighed, and looked at the two livid boys, "Don't burn or freeze my library over, and I'll give you a chance."

"Well then, Rom, would you like to stay?" Remus grinned at him, his eyes sparking with humour, as he looked at the plentiful ice spreading over the study. The room seemed to be stuck somewhere in-between hot or cold, seeing as there were equal parts fire and ice. Romulus sighed, and grinned at his brother.

"Let's give them hell."

_

Sirius was surprised, to say the least, when Fleamont, the twins, Euphemia, and Dumbledore emerged from the study. Remus still looked haggard, dark bags under his eyes, rips in his black long sleeve and faded black denim jeans, and his left earlobe was ripped halfway down from a piercing hole that Sirius guessed used to hold an earring. Deep red gashes still showed through the ripped fabric, but they weren't as bad as when he tumbled out of the fireplace.

Romulus looked rather unharmed, though also had dark bags under his eyes.

Fleamont was probably the most surprising, as there were small ice crystals shining on his robes, as well as burn patches. He looked more tired than Sirius had ever seen him, though he guessed that was the doing of the twins.

Euphemia looked triumphant, as well as Dumbledore. 

"These two will be staying with you guys for at least two days, maybe more, so do show them around," Euphemia said to James and Sirius.

"Yes ma'am," they both said.

"Well, I must be heading out now, but do take care of yourselves," Dumbledore said, then walked out the door.

Sirius grabbed Remus by the arm, and physically dragged him upstairs, followed by a laughing Romulus Lupin and James Potter.

_

“So, here’s your room, are you two okay with sharing a room? Sirius has the other guest room,” James said sheepishly. Sirius watched in amusement as Remus and Romulus shared a look, then suppressed laughs behind their hands.

“What?” James asked.

“This room is as big as our dorm. I think we’ll manage,” Romulus said. Sirius just rolled his eyes. He thought the dorm was rather small, himself, to fit five growing boys. His room at Grimmauld Place was almost twice as big, with a more expensive bed, and decorations, but the more he thought about it, he would much prefer the dorm. He was always with his best friends, and it felt more a home, and it was just more comfortable. Though, he didn’t think anywhere in Grimmauld Place was ‘comfortable’.

Sirius watched as the two brothers walked in and shut the door behind them. He could hear talking, but it was in Welsh, and he didn’t understand a word of Welsh anyway, let alone through the thick wood of the door.

“Well, I think I’m gonna find some clothes that might fit them, and head to bed,” James yawned, and headed down the hall to his room, just as a muffled shout came from the twins’ new room.

“Holy fuck, there’s a bathroom in here!”

It sounded like it had come from Remus, but it was hard to tell. He and James shared a look, and promptly burst out laughing.