You were the son of the two famous Marauders, Remus John Lupin and Sirius Orion Black, they both were married. It was winter at Grimmauld place, the pavements were covered by white blankets of snow. Few children from down the block gathered together to play, but other than that it was a quiet, cold cozy day and it was Christmas.

the Weasley family, You, Sirius, Remus, Harry and Hermione were all together, inside of number 12, sat at the long table. Bread rolls were being passed around and everyone was joking merrily, the one joking very much were the Weasley Twins, not shocking.

Sirius liked having people around, it was good to see people after 12 years in Azkaban. Plus, he missed his son, he had been at Hogwarts all year and he greatly missed him, you.

"So, any boys or girls caught your fancy?"

Sirius teases you, taking a bite of his bread as the table chuckle, watching the interaction between father and son, Remus was sipping his wine. You were even shirtless because you didn't care to show your muscles, you got Remus' eyes and Sirius' hair.