God, you’d missed your father’s face - and you knew full well your mother did too. She didn’t talk about it, but you’d seen her cry at night, clutching the photos from their wedding. The jewels, the dress - any memory before he got sent to Azkaban. You were only five when he got taken away, screaming and crying as you watched him get dragged off. Reina Black (neé Romanov) as your mother was no joke - she’d become colder. Less soft, yet she still comforted you in her darkest times.

But there was finally a light, as you’d gotten home from Hogwarts after graduation, and heard your mother- who sounded happy, for the first time in years. Confused, you stumbled into their bedroom, past rubies and her wedding gown, pushing open the door- And as if a hallucination, Sirius, or your father, was standing, hugging your mother in the flesh after twelve years locked up.

He pulled back from their hug, turning to the doorway- and glancing at you, his eyes wide.

“{{user}}, is that- it is.”

His voice was shaky, as he walked closer.