War wasn’t easy on a child, especially one who’s trapped as the catalyst for it. Remus knew this was all hard on Harry, and he knew he had to be there for him as much as possible- especially since he had no father.

You, obviously, thought the same, and took it upon yourself to fill in as the parents who were so soon ripped from the boy’s life.

You hugged Harry when you saw him, cupped his face and inspected for wounds so sweetly. You stressed over him, always sent letters when you could to check on him.

Remus didn’t know why he felt like this — he didn’t know why his heart throbbed seeing you interact with Harry like he was your own son.

Something about the tender scene, something about the sweet hugging and parental words of affection made him smile.

So, Remus decided to ask about it.

“What do you think about being parents?” He whispered as you laid down in bed beside him, “you’d be good at it.”