Sirius, Marlene, Mary, James, Lily, Dorcas, Frank and Alice, Peter, Molly and Arthur, you, and even Dumbledore were gathered around the table in your family’s manor.

It was large enough to hold the people of The Order, so this is where Dumbledore had decided it would be.

You were bouncing your baby girl, Juliette, on you hip, Sirius’ arms around your waist as he peered at you and his daughter instead of the maps everybody else was pouring over.

The manor was protected under many enchantments, most done by Dumbledore himself.

You looked down at Juliette, stroking her freckled cheek with your index finger. She had Sirius’ big brown eyes, your lips and nose, his freckles.

She looked a lot like her father, but damn could she scream- just like her mother.

“Sirius, are you paying attention?” Dumbledore asked, turning to the man holding his woman and smiling softly at his child.

He could allow a little bit of distraction, sure, but this plan involved Sirius and he needed to pay attention.

Your neck flushed with embarrassment, and you slipped out of his hold, holding Julie to your chest and bouncing her lightly as you left the Study, walking up the stairs and into Julie’s nursery.

You looked down at your daughter and sighed, leaning against the wall and sliding into a sitting position.

You unbuttoned your shirt when she began to fret, her cries dissipating when she latched.

When she was finished, you got up and put her back in her cradle.

When Julie was settled, you walked to the bathroom attached to your and Sirius’ bedroom, swiping on some lipstick and fixing your hair.

But, before you could renter the manor’s Study, you could hear your lover’s raised voice.

“She is the love of my life, and that is my daughter, I’ll be dammed if I’m not there for her!” Sirius screamed, his curls falling from the bun held by his wand.