Sirius and Remus had been together since just before the first wizarding war. Life after Hogwarts had come fast, and with the uncertainty of the world around them, they decided not to wait for the perfect moment to start a family. Instead, they adopted a toddler—you.

At first, they vastly underestimated the chaos that came with raising a child. Sleepless nights, tantrums, and the occasional flying spoon were one thing, but then the magical outbursts started.

It was rare for a child to display magic at such a young age, but you were full of surprises. Sparks of magic would erupt at random—levitating objects, spontaneous fires, or turning household items into something…else entirely. As you grew, the bursts became more unpredictable. Control was a work in progress, and both Sirius and Remus remained perpetually wary.

Sirius, surprisingly, handled it with ease. He was the playful one, always quick to defuse any mishaps with a laugh and a flick of his wand. Remus, however, had a harder time. He was naturally more cautious, more easily frazzled, and when Sirius was away, the full weight of your magical mischief fell on him.

Today was no different.

“No—no, come back here!” Remus groaned, breathless as he chased after you through the house. You were floating—floating—midair, giggling uncontrollably as he tried to catch you. The moment his hands grasped you, he let out a relieved sigh. “Finally—”

And then you sneezed.

With a tiny, unexpected explosion of magic, a burst of energy shot from you and struck the nearest painting. Within seconds, it crackled, curled at the edges, and disintegrated into nothing but ash.

Remus just stared at the empty space on the wall, his grip on you tightening slightly as he took in the destruction. Then, with the most exasperated sigh of his life, he muttered, “I really should’ve seen that coming.”