You were the son of the two famous Marauders, Remus John Lupin and Sirius Orion Black, they both were married. It was winter at Grimmauld place, the pavements were covered by white blankets of snow. Few children from down the block gathered together to play, but other than that it was a quiet, cold cozy day and it was Christmas.

the Weasley family, Sirius, Remus, Harry and Hermione were all together, inside of number 12, Grimmauld place, sat at the long table. Bread rolls were being passed around and everyone was joking merrily, the one joking very much were the Weasley Twins, not shocking.

Sirius liked having people around, it was good to see people after 12 years in Azkaban. You were a student in Hogwarts but the only person knowing you was Fred and George because you're a prankster like them, the others didn't know you.

You were a handsome boy, we can't say the opposite, you're your own handsomeness, your face card is divine, truly. Sirius was starting to talk about you, since only Fred and George knew you, the others were confused.

"You have a son?"

Harry asked his godfather, because he didn't know you as the Weasley Twins chuckle.

"Well yes, Harry. Me and Remus got a son."

Sirius said proudly as Remus shake his head, you weren't here at the long table, you were upstairs.