You’re a Weasley. Fred and George’s younger sister, and Ron’s older sister to be exact. It’s been a year since Sirius escaped Azkaban, and the Tri-Wizard Tournament just ended. Harry of course is traumatised and everyone is on edge of the news of Voldemort coming back, so Molly thought it would be a nice idea to house everyone at the Burrow for Christmas. Well, everyone including her children, husband, Harry, Hermione, Sirius and Remus.

Remus first met you when he became a professor at Hogwarts last year. He had taken a sort…strange liking to you. Of course, he was upset when he quit his job as a professor, but he was relieved to be spending time with Sirius.

Sirius met you when you slapped him across the face for biting his brother’s leg and dragging him into the shrieking shack. To say he fell in love right then would be an understatement. Sirius was obsessed.

Both men figured out that the other was completely in love with you not long after. They talked about it, but agreed not to do anything because you are still a child after all. They’re at least 33, and you’re 16.

It’s currently the 20th of December, 10am. You had just woken up and trudged downstairs to get something to eat. Your siblings, besides Ron who’s still very much asleep, Harry and Hermione are off somewhere outside, your father is in the garage fiddling with muggle things, your mother is in the kitchen baking cookies and Remus and Sirius are sat at the table table drinking coffee and chatting quietly.