Chapter 1
“Are you sure about this?”
“It’s better he grows up knowing about magic than with those muggles, Albus. Plus Sirius Black is Harry Potter’s Godfather. I know they’ll take good care of him.”
“Very well.”
At that statement, the small boy in the basket was placed on the doorstep, before the two professors left, making sure to leave the written note on top so the new carers of Harry knew what had happened. Inside 12 Grimauld Place, the two men inhabiting the house were curled up on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket due to the abnormal cold for October. That was when they both heard the doorbell ring.
“I’ll get it, Moony. You stay here,” Sirius spoke, pecking the werewolf on the forehead before standing up and walking to the door. Upon opening it, he was surprised to see no one except for the small basket on the doorstep, the letter still on top. Sirius picked up the basket with Harry inside and re-entered the house, closing the door quickly to avoid letting more cold in than he had to, before returning to the living room, “Moony, I don’t like this. Look.”
“What are you talking about?” Remus responded, sitting up better, “Also I thought we stopped with the school nicknames?”
“Nope! You’re still my Moony and will be forever but that’s changing the subject, look,” Sirius responded, “I think something’s happened to Prongs…” he spoke, taking the letter and handing it to Remus, “You read it, I want to play with this little one.”
Remus chuckled and took the letter from his boyfriend, opening it up as Sirius took the small boy from the basket and held him gently. As he read through the letter, tears started to come to Remus’ eyes, surprising Sirius as Remus wasn’t one to normally cry, unless it was a certain ‘time of the month’.
“Moony? Moony what is it?!” he shouted, placing the 1-year-old Harry down on the sofa and ripping the paper from Remus’ hands, “Dear… It… that…James and Lily… killed… Harry survived… after him… Yours…”. Wow…” he muttered as he read through the letter, tears also coming to his eyes at the realisation that his best friend was dead. At this moment, Harry started crying, breaking the two men from their crying. Remus realised first and turned to him, picking him up and rubbing his back, trying to calm him down, “Shh… Calm.”
“How are we supposed to raise a child? We have no e-Moony, how’d you do that?” Sirius spoke, noticing that the room was now quiet, Harry had fallen asleep on Remus’s shoulder, him looking up at Sirius with a deadpanned look on his scarred face, “Really? You and James acted like children in school if you don’t remember and I felt like I was babysitting both of you.”
Sirius’ mouth made an ‘O’ shape, as he realised what Remus meant, he was a drama queen in school and still was at times, not that he’d ever admit that out loud, “Right, well, Moony. You still fell for my charm though.”
“Somehow. Now, I’m going to go and lay Harry down upstairs in our room for a bit, until he wakes up. We need to get him a proper bedroom though.”
“You’re right Moony. Good idea. How? And we need baby food… where do we get that?”
Remus chuckled at his boyfriend’s obliviousness and pecked his cheek before walking off upstairs, “We can discuss that later, I’ll be back down in a few minutes,” and with that, Remus disappeared upstairs towards their bedroom, which was Sirius’ room, but they shared it, where he placed Harry down on the bed, making sure there was pillows and cushions surrounding him so that he wouldn’t fall off the bed if he rolled around, before walking back downstairs, starting to discuss what would happen with Sirius.