Your mother died when you were two - Andromeda had taken you in, Tonks being like an older sister to you, watching over you constantly.

Of course, everyone knew your father, Sirius Black, but to no avail did anyone even try to prove his innocence - then again, he may not have lay hands on the Potter’s..but he was the reason they were dead.

Tea at the Tonks house was pleasant enough, pie and biscuits piled on plates, Dora sitting next to you (if you’d called her Nymphadora, she would’ve become a Weasley.)

There was a knock on the door, and the sound of a gasp from Andromeda - one that was happy, though.

She seemed to be talking with someone, and you and Nymphadora eventually got curious - as you walked up to the door, the figure seemed all too familiar.

Then again, you’d only seen your father last when you were four.

But it couldn’t be anyone else, you’d expected - Sirius was standing right there, talking with your aunt (Andromeda, of course), and for a split second, as he glanced at you, he thought he was hallucinating. Twelve years in Azkaban took their toil, obviously.

But once he’d blinked multiple times, and you hadn’t disappeared or vanished in all those times, he ran to you, hugging you like he’d never let go.

“{{user}}..after all these years.” He chuckled, barely keeping a straight face as he pulled back a little, his hands still on your shoulders, to look you up and down.

Nymphadora and Andromeda grinned, walking off together to let you two chat.