the_debt_of_time

Sirius hovered over Remus as well, jabbing a finger at his chest and growling.
"You're shagging my baby cousin!?"
Remus stared between the two, noticing that Nymphadora's hair had turned as black
as Sirius's, and her eyes became a matching grey. Family traits. Frightening family traits.
"I... I... I am not equipped to handle two Black tempers at the same time! Can
one of you please be on my side for the moment?"
The witch was the first to back down, turning her attention to her cousin. "Merlin,
Sirius, you're... you're.. ." She grinned, embracing the man tightly. "You look like shit,
cousin."
Sirius grinned and hugged her back. "And you're all grown up." He smiled as he
pulled away to get a better look at his cousin.
Remus stood up, dusting his hands off on his trousers, and caught Sirius's stare
from over Nymphadora's shoulder.
"Sort of grown up," Sirius said with a scowl.
"Nymphadora is a grown woman," Remus defended.
"Don't call me Nymphadora," she interjected.
"You're an old man," Sirius countered.
"Judging me on age?" Remus scoffed. "At least she's of age!"
Sirius's eyes darkened. "Low blow, Moony. Tonks is my baby cousin!"
"She's twenty-two!"
"You're thirty-five!"
"Oh, good, we all know how to count!" Nymphadora jumped in loudly, clapping
her hands. "Seven years of Hogwarts really pays off, doesn't it?" She asked with a smirk,
moving between them. She shoved Remus down on the sofa and crawled into his lap as if
to make a point to her apparently overprotective cousin.
"How'd you get out of Azkaban? Why were you in there to begin with? Who really
killed all those Muggles, because I know it wasn't you! Where've you been for the past two
years?"
Sirius huffed at the sight of her sitting on Remus's thigh. "Animagus. Framed. Peter
Pettigrew. Around," he said, answering each of her questions. "Now, there are much more
important things we need to take care of, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but the least of
which is the fact that apparently, your mate is my bloody cousin."