CHAPTER FIVE
↳ moody child

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( cw // periods )
Being on your period sucked. Being on your period with two dads, one being an escaped Azkaban convict and the other being a werewolf, sucked. Firstly, the werewolf dad could tell when you were on which, by itself, is embarrassing. Elara always had a love-hate relationship with that aspect of her papa's lycanthropy, it was nice because he always made sure to have stuff prepared, however it was rather freaky as well.

In Elara's opinion, the convict not realising that you experience periods is even more embarrassing.

When on her period, Elara Lily Lupin loves sleeping in. It's her favourite past time. She could sleep in all day, it didn't matter because she was bleeding and that absolutely sucked. Periods only came with the positive aspect that you have an excuse for nearly everything. Sleep passed pain, pain went when she was asleep, although the cramping seemed to plague her endlessly.

Remus Lupin treaded around his young daughter like as though she was a ticking bomb. He treaded extremely lightly. She technically was, emotions going haywire at the slightest mistakes. He still remembered when she broke down crying because she dropped her spoon on the kitchen floor. It took nearly four hours to calm her down, explaining how she could just wash the spoon in the sink.

Elara's periods weren't the funnest to say the least.

Sirius Black, however, didn't know about the horror stories Remus had about their daughter's monthly cycles. Heck, he doesn't even properly comprehend that a person can go through this every month. That was a tragedy for him, for many reasons which would be elaborated soon enough.

Elara was counting sheep in her dreams, snoozing away as the clock ticked on. By eleven o'clock, Sirius grew worried. He was very well informed how she always was up before nine o'clock in the morning, so her still being asleep at this hour seemed to make him frown. Remus was busy taking out the rubbish, putting the black bags out further away so the bin men could collect it the next day, leaving Sirius all alone.

From making sure Buckbeak wasn't chewing up all his possessions upstairs in the attic ( the poor Hippogriff tried chewing on Remus' childhood teddy ) to making sure the back door was open so Laurie could go outside, Sirius tried to occupy himself with anything and everything. Yet, when he noticed there was no squeaking on the floor as Elara typically did when she had to reach a box of cereal, he grew concerned and furrowed his eyebrows, deep in thought. Why wasn't Elara up now? He specifically knows that she always is up by now, often trying to bargain with him into helping her reach Moony's secret stash of chocolate assortments. Yet, right now her bedroom door remained closed and no sound escaped it, leaving Sirius completely and utterly perplexed.

Naturally, he decided to investigate. It felt too much like a moment from a horror film, the eerie silence, the creaking of the floor boards ( Sirius made a mental note to repair the old floor board that he nearly tripped on walking up the stairs ), everything about the hallway to Elara's bedroom seemed to be a set up to a Stephen King's novella that he had Moony read him once. When he reached her room, he hesitantly knocked on the door, almost quivering back when he heard her loud snores. He pressed an ear to the door, mumbling out in disbelief, "She's still asleep? And I though Reg snored loudly,"

For a while, he continued knocking. It almost seemed comedic now, Sirius sitting in front of her bedroom door, knocking every two seconds, not uttering a single word. That's exactly how Remus found him. "Erm- Pads, what are you doing?"

"Trying to wake our daughter up," Sirius knocked again, the snores deafening in the corridors. "Does she usually sleep in this week?"

A moment of realisation crossed Remus when he realised that it was past eleven o'clock. He knew, very well, that the only time Elara ever slept in was because she was on her period. "Not typically," he strained. He should really warn Sirius that Elara's moods aren't the world's best, but what's the fun in that?

"You go make breakfast, or brunch now," Sirius ushered. "You know very well I'm shit at cooking, I burnt water once,"

"Yeah, about that," Remus crossed his arms. "How do you even burn water?"

Sirius shrugged. "Ask the fire,"

"Will do,"

And with that, Remus Lupin walked away, leaving the Black on the ground, still knocking on Elara's door. He really didn't know what to expect from him. Considering how Marlene, Lily and Esmeralda weren't at all subtle about their periods brewed some hope that Sirius could recognise that Elara was on his monthly. Sitting down with a mug of hot chocolate, Remus waited, and waited until he all of the sudden heard Sirius' shrieks and footsteps running down the hallway.

"MOONY! MOONY! TELL ME WHAT DOES SHE MEAN SHE'S ON HER 'MONTHLY'? DON'T TELL ME POPPET GOT BITTEN OR SOMETHING AND IS A WEREWOLF?"

Remus Lupin felt his soul rush out his body at that moment. He regretted having the marauders refer to his issue as his monthly, in hindsight it made him sound like he was on his period and now had his boyfriend confusing his daughter's monthly with lycanthropy. "It's too early for this," he reached into the cupboard, pulling out some vodka and pouring some into his hot chocolate.

"DAD SHUT UP!" Remus saw Sirius fall down the stairs as a pillow hurdled at him. His boyfriend groaned out, clutching his side with a pillow laying on his head. Elara stomped away, the loud bang of her bedroom door shutting echoing in the house, Sirius still flat on the ground.

"She's not a werewolf, is she?" Sirius clutched his side.

The deafening laughter echoing in the kitchen answered his question. Shark season had come too soon, it seemed and Sirius was the first to be bitten.

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Hours had passed and by half five, she had crawled out of her room, hair messily pulled in a bun and wearing a white, worn out dressing gown. Laurie was waddling besides her, weaving through her legs like thread. She reached down and picked him up, nuzzling his soft fur into her sensitive skin. Cats always made her much better. When she entered the kitchen, she was greeted by the lopsided smiles of her dads, Sirius accompanied by a purple blemish on the top of his head, purple and angry.

"Hey Poppet," he chuckled quietly. "Sorry for not realising,"

Elara pulled on to a chair, climbing on top and grabbing out some chocolate. She plopped a piece in to her mouth, chewing and then swallowing. "Mhm, it's fine," she dismissed easily, almost confused on why he had said that. Although, she remembered how she threw a pillow at him. She opened up the fridge, pulling out a half empty carton of apple juice, generously pouring some in a glass and taking a swig.

"You knocking me down the stairs didn't seem 'fine'," Sirius grumbled out, dramatically crossing his arms as he pouted at her.

"You seem to be forgetting I can easily do it again,"

"No thanks,"

"I thought that," she chewed on her chocolate, wincing slightly at the pain in her uterus.

Remus, noticing the look of pain on her face, looked towards his daughter, sympathetically as her face contorted in pain. "Elara, calm down, moons," she looked towards him, nodding and breathing in and out. She really hated her moods on these times. "How are you? Any pain? Need anything?"

She shrugged. "Same shit every month, cramps and shit," she groaned out as she had another cramp. Her periods were always significantly more painful. She bloated heavily ( not that she cared ), had incredible mood swings and had to take a shit load of medicine. She actually had gone to the muggle doctors about this ( healers were useless when it came to periods, 'have a calming potion!' they'd yell, forgetting how unhelpful those potions were as they barely affected the cramps, only affecting the person. ) and the doctor dismissed it as normal and so she endured this every month. The absolute cherry on top of the cake was that the doctor was a man. Elara wasn't suggesting his gender was the issue, many doctors who are men are very helpful. But what annoyed her was that this man had the audacity to play it off as 'young girls being dramatic,' and trying to explain to her papa, who's knuckles were whitening with anger, that women tend to do this for attention. He literally told them straight up that. They never saw him again after that. Unfortunately, their economic background meant the family couldn't afford potions after potions for her so Elara took her pain with mere muggle medicine and a shit tonne of chocolate.

Remus stood up, reaching up to the top shelf, bringing down a basket of medicines and handing Elara two iBrufen and two paracetamol. "Make sure you have something to eat before you take the iBrufen," he advised, practically being an expert in taking medicine nowadays. Elara nodded, taking a few bites of her chocolate, swigging the apple juice and throwing in the tablets, coughing slightly. Remus patted her back, looking down at her pitifully as her face squirmed up in various facial expressions.

"Poppet, you alright?" Sirius asked, concerned. He was used to Remus taking medicines that were 'muggle', so seeing her take them wasn't at all odd. Although, it was pretty disheartening to see her cringe at the medicine. Elara lazily put her thumbs up towards him, walking towards the sofa in the living room and laying on it, dazed and in pain. Medicine took a while to work for her and the time wasn't the best. Sirius couldn't help but look at her sadly. He never really saw how people reacted to their periods, considering how he barely was around them. He knew lily had her periods, but she was always active, the same with Marlene and Dorcas. Elara seemed dead, not hyper or energised as she usually was and it was worrying.

Almost as though he read his mind, Remus pressed a hand on top his boyfriend's. "She's always like this, love,"

"How on earth does Poppet survive?" Remus shrugged. While he was a lycanthrope, he wouldn't be able to understand what people went through during their periods. Elara's response to it with her emotions going haywire and her nearly always being sick proved that this monthly cycle wasn't at all easy and Remus Lupin had deep respect for anyone who had their period.

For a while, Elara didn't get up off the sofa. Her body remained still, her mind running as her eyes fluttered open and closed. She finally felt her eyes get heavy, shutting them, her head lulling to the side as she laid. Sirius and Remus didn't notice for a while, loudly talking and messing around.

Shifting into his animagus form, Sirius paddled up to the sofa and jumped on it, barking and burying his nose into the cushions. He was expecting Elara to smooth him, but all he got was empty silence. Tilting his head, he saw how her eyes were shut tight, lips parted as she snoozed away. He shifted back almost immediately, caressing a thumb on her silky skin as he watched as she remained still under her grasp. He awed, looking over to where his Moony was, busy making dinner ( something he wasn't trusted with ) and shook his head, leaning down and picking Elara's small body up. He walked towards her room, opening the door and placing her onto her bed. He placed the blanket over her body, watching her shift comfortably under the blanket.

"Goodnight, Poppet," he whispered, kissing his finger and pressing it on to her cheek softly. She smiled in her sleep, nuzzling closer towards the warmth of her blanket, her peaceful face remaining still, even when the bedroom door shut.

However, deep in sleep, her face contorted into a scream when she saw the familiar blinding light of emeralds blind her, gasping as she woke up, his eerie grey eyes still haunting her.

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HAHAHAHHA I HAD TO- I REALLY DID- SO ANWAYS, OOPS, SORRY-
also like elara on her period is basically me-

SIRIUS BEING CLUELESS- I LOVE THAT SO SO MUCH-

anyways, I have a few more chapters planned and then you'll all get a wholesome flashback and then we will go onto the horrors of goblet of fire-

ALSO ALSO ALSO- THANK YOU ALL FOR 19K- AHHHH IM SO HAPPY WITH THAT 😭🤚