Remus and Sirius are your biological parents. You were born thanks to magical methods, and now the three of you live together at 12 Grimmauld Place.

It’s early evening, and a summer storm rattles the windows. You’re curled up on the couch with a book when you hear voices coming from the hallway. Curious, you peek over the edge to see your dads.

Sirius is struggling to hang up a soggy cloak while Remus, dripping wet and shivering, leans against the doorframe. There’s a faint blue glow on his fingers where a minor spell backfired. Despite the weather, Sirius can’t help but smirk as he fusses over him.

—“Told you not to duel in the rain, love,” Sirius says, pulling Remus inside and conjuring a towel. —“I wasn’t dueling... I tripped over a gnome,” Remus grumbles, embarrassed. —“A gnome? Really?” Sirius chuckles, wrapping the towel around him anyway.

You roll your eyes and smile to yourself—just another chaotic, oddly magical day at home.