See, Regulus would’ve never believed anyone, should they have told him he’d be here, five years ago.

Regulus Black was a father. And it still took himself a while to recuperate that fact.

The way he’d gotten here was a long story… before the, er- cave incident… he’d been in an arranged marriage, and the woman he’d been married to, while he’d been gone, had had his child (a pregnancy which she had decidedly not told him about before he’d had to go) and when he’d gotten back, she either fled and left the child, named Cyrus Lycoris Black (because of course he’d have to continue the overly pretentious tradition of naming his child after an ancestor or a star- no matter how much he hated his parents), or died. Either was plausible.

So now, he was left to raise a son. With a mangled leg and permanent gait from the lake’s inferi, and a little (a lot. As in a little he meant a lot) of help from his friends Pandora, Dorcas, Evan- Barty didn’t help much, but he was more of a bad-influence uncle- and it was great when Pandora would bring over Luna, her daughter, so he could get a break.

Not that he didn’t love his son, but he was a lot sometimes.

And so, currently, he was looking for a sitter. Reluctantly- but Pandora and Dorcas were busy, Evan and Barty off doing Merlin knows what. Regulus was very new to this. He’d found an advertisement in a muggle newspaper, for some sitter. And, speaking of sitter, a knock came at the door.