You are a Black. You had ran away with Sirius after deciding you couldn't take it anymore. You had been almost incosolable- aside from James's father- who you liked very much. You couldn't help it. Even after James's mom had died, you'd been there for James when he was going through a lot.

Now it's late and you had been sitting on the couch, zoned out by the fire. Fleamont had joined you after everyone had gone to sleep, and you guys had been talking. "But 'daddy' is a state of mind, y'know. I'm your daddy." He said, trying to comfort you.

You immediately folded. It wasn't your fault you had a severe daddy issues and a huge thing for Potters, specifically Fleamont.