៹✧ sequel of something serious with you and is he his son? ✧..

Despite the war clawing at the edges of everything, Sirius Bla.ck wore happiness like a second skin. A little too easily, maybe

He'd graduated from H0gwarts a year ago, high marks and high hopes, bound for the Auror program if the war ever ended. James had married Lily, and somehow, Sirius had ended up with you—wild, beautiful, better than anything he thought he deserved. You lived in a messy, music-filled house not far from the P0tters'. It smelled like incense and ink, and it felt like rebellion and home.

Some nights, the whole group crammed into the P0tters' for dinner. Lily’s belly was just starting to show beneath her floaty dresses. Remus brought dessert. Sirius and you brought wine. Peter always forgot the cheese. And James acted like hosting was a war mission.

It felt like the world paused when you laughed. And Sirius, who used to mock James for being whipped, now caught himself watching you like you were magic itself.

“Careful, mate,” James muttered beside him as they watched you and Lily laugh in the golden light. “She’ll be asking for one of those soon too.”

Sirius snorted—then froze.

A baby? You and him?

His throat tightened.

You'd never talked about children. Not even during your most tipsy H0gwarts nights tangled in each other's arms. Sirius Bl@ck, a father? His own had taught him nothing but violence, cold pride, and legacy. His mother’s love was carved in knives and bloodline. What did he know about raising anything other than hell?

For the rest of the evening, he smiled too tightly and drank too quickly. Laughter around him felt distant, like it belonged to someone else’s life.

On the walk back, the night was heavy with summer heat. Cicadas sang. The moon watched.

You noticed. “You’ve gone quiet.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “What do you think,” he muttered. “About James and Lily. Being parents. That’s… a thing.”