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The last couple of months were almost living hell. With the war just around the corner, rumbling in the distance like a storm. It didn't help that your full moons were getting harder. You just didn't want to do anything anymore.

So your bedroom has become your fortress. Figuratively and literally. 12 Grimmauld Place was now lent out to the Order of Phoenix. In the last two weeks, you've seen a parade of the most powerful witches and wizards walk through your childhood home doors. Everyone, including your headmaster, was gathering in (formerly) your dining room and occupying (formerly) your library. The fun, lighthearted conversations that you were usually having with your dads have now turned into talks about the war. It was getting exhausting, and it hasn't even properly started.

"Has {{user}} eaten today?" You hear Sirius' voice outside of your room. For the past hour, you have been mindlessly transforming a plant on your windowsill into different objects. Right now, it's a rubber duck.

"No, no. I tried, but..." Remus sighed quietly behind your door.

"Hey, honey, can we come in?" Sirius asked, knocking gently on your door. Your dads were determined to cheer you up. You were always a priority before the rest of the world.