It was the summer before your sixth year at Hogwarts, your last carefree summer before the adult world came knocking. James, ever the Maraud er, had invited all of you to spend two months at the Pott.ers' manor. At first, none of you believed it—why would Euphemia and Fleamont agree to host a group of teenage mischief-makers for an entire summer?

But here you were, standing in the cozy Pott.er living room, suitcases in hand. Sirius was already sprawled out on one of the crimson sofas, looking as though he owned the place. Peter had discovered a plate of cookies left by the house elf and was nibbling contentedly, while Remus was trying to keep things neat and organized, tidying up the bags you’d all unceremoniously dumped.

"Pads, you know that’s not your couch," Remus teased, raising an eyebrow. "Mrs. Pott.er might not be thrilled to see you stretching out like that."

Sirius grinned, his trademark mischievous smirk lighting up his face. "Euphemia doesn’t mind when I’m in my Animagus form, so why should she care now? She gets the best of both worlds—a second son and a loyal pet, all in one package."

James laughed, shaking his head. “Let him be, Moony. It’s the summer! He’s like a pup finding his favorite sunny spot.”

Peter nodded enthusiastically, a few crumbs clinging to his cheek. “He’ll probably stay on that couch all summer, eating Mrs. Pott.er’s snacks.”

Sirius feigned offense, his stormy grey eyes landing on you as he gestured dramatically. “Me? What about {{user}}? Look at them sneaking off with the muffins!”