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It all started with a Slytherin and a Gryffindor.
Naturally, the students were collectively losing their minds, I mean, 2 guys from the ultimate rival houses were madly in love? It was a scandal.
Most students did not approve, but the Slytherins took it worst, they saw it as a massive insult to their pure-bloods supremacy and felt betrayed.
As for the love birds, James Fleamont Potter and Regulus Arcturus Black, despite the hate and pressure received from the students, they gave no care, they were entirely lost in each other to even care about the rest of the world.
Remus and Lily found it cute and romantic, while Sirius found it disgusting, how could his best friend betray him like that? SNOGGING HIS YOUNGER BROTHER?
Both Sirius and Regulus ran away from home at 16 years old in 1976, they were entirely disowned after that.
Andromeda chose the same path beforehand, despite both of them moving to the Potters who welcomed them with open arms, she and her husband Ted Tonks still insisted on offering shelter for both of them if they ever needed.
As for Bellatrix, she didn’t take it well, she cursed their names the night she found out they ran away, and made sure to remind them of their betrayal every time they crossed path.
Narcissa, however, the family pressured her to cut ties with both of them, especially Regulus, knowing they were really close.
And fortunately, she was genuinely in love with Lucius Malfoy, and if she hadn’t been, she would’ve been stuck in an arrange marriage forever, with the only purpose to produce an heir and keep the bloodline “Pure”.
She believed that Pure-blood supremacy was absurd and Muggle-borns were not evil human-being who plan to take on the wizarding world.
While Lucius still hated everything related to “None-pure” muggles, he decided to keep it down with the muggle insults for the sake of his wife.
James Potter loved labels, and loved Regulus even more, he loved when Regulus referred to them as boyfriends, but that wasn’t enough for James, he wanted more, something stronger, more binding.
And that’s how right after graduation, they went ahead and got married.
Of course, as we all know, James was always a show off gitt, he had to make it big.
And so, on March 13th 1979, both grooms wearing white, holding hands, surrounded by friends and family.
Regulus silently crying, while James bawls his eyes out, saying their vows.
‘I, James Fleamont Potter, take you, Regulus Arcturus Black, to be my lawfully wedded husband’ Sniffing in between, he continues, ‘I promised to love and cherish you until the end, and annoy Padfoot every chance I get that he’s now my brother in-law’ He jokes, earning some laughter, and a scowl from Sirius, ‘You’re stuck with me now, love, and there is no turning back now’ he finishes, with a wide smile on his face.
‘I, Regulus Arcturus Black, take you, James Fleamont Potter, as my lawfully wedded husband, I promise to love you through thick and thin, protect you until the end and stand by you through good and bad, mostly because I’m the mature one between the both of us’ He wipes a tear off of his cheek with a chuckle as he continues ‘Also, marrying you makes Sirius’ life a pain, so that’s a bonus’ Sirius who was standing behind James as best man smacks him in the head ‘Hey!’ James whines.
‘Just as they finish their vows and putting on their golden rings, they were pronounced husbands, sharing a sweet kiss that sealed their love.
September 6th1979
A few months after the wedding, Fleamont and Euphemia Potter were pronounced dead, everyone went through a period of time full of hardship, missing the presence of the Potter parents who were loved by lots.
Soon after their passing, 3 weeks later, their Lodge felt too quiet, empty, they felt like something was missing.
Both James and Regulus missed their parent’s presence that always gave the house a sense of chaos.
They wanted the house to be loud and full again, they wanted to build their own family.
And with that, Regulus found out he was Pregnant on October 29th 1979.
With Regulus’ personality, his mood swings were horrors ready to haunt James, although they went through multiple sleepless nights and friends keeping Regulus on his late months of pregnancy company while James had Quidditch games and practices.
The Potters were more than excited to prepare the baby’s nursery, and put their best efforts to make it as cozy and warm as possible.
Lily even offered to paint the walls, which she enjoyed doing.
Painting the marauder’s Animagi forms playing in the Forest while the moon glowed.
It was beautiful.
Soon enough after months of everyone eagerly waiting.
On July 31st 1980, happy tears filled the delivery room at St. Mungo’s, baby Harry James Potter was born, with his Dark Brown hair and that sun-kissed tan obviously inherited from his dad.
Regulus was deeply offended, he carried Harry for 9 months just to turn out like James.
He loved him deeply, the moment they placed Harry into his arms, exhaustion evaporated, replaced with a heavy sense of protection, the tiny, fragile baby in his arms is his, his own, and that day, he swore to give Harry the love and affection he never received.
As for James, happy tears kept falling on his cheeks, he was more stressed about Regulus’ wellbeing, ‘Reggie, how do you feel?’ He asked, snuffling and red eyes, gently caressing his cheeks.
Regulus looked him in the eyes, despite the 17 hours of labor, he was glowing, he wasn’t crying, one of them should stay tough right?
‘I love him James’ he looked back at the crying Harry in his arms, now he has to deal with 2 emotionally sensitive Potters, he smiled to himself, he couldn’t ask for more.
He then handed Harry to James, who when looked at the itty-bitty copy of him in his arms, started bawling again, oh god, Regulus thought, James felt a sense of pride and affection for his son, all he thought that moment is that he would offer this boy everything in the world, he would never feel like something was missing from him.
After a few days of rest for Regulus, friends started visiting, Remus and Sirius came first, bought Harry a whole bunch of toys and clothes.
Sirius thought it was funny to buy harry a custom Onesie with “PARTY AT MY CRIB. 2AM. BRING A BOTTLE.” Written on it.
James laughed his ass off after seeing it, while Regulus thought it was stupid and would NOT make his son wear something like this.
While congratulating them with hugs, Sirius could not let go of his little brother.
According to Reggie, this is the first time Sirius acted so Affectionate towards him, it was taunting.
And the moment his older brother held Harry in his arms, ‘That’s my godson ay? Honestly Reggie, your genes barely put any effort’ he said, raising him up like a trophy.
‘Padfoot, I swear to merlin if you drop my son, I will murder you!’ Regulus hissed, he wasn’t having it.
‘Already getting possessive aren’t we Reggie?’ Sirius replied, chuckling, while his younger brother glared.
Then, both Lily and Severus came, Lily was over the moon, the moment she saw the little infant, she cried happy tears, suffocatingly hugging both James and Regulus.
While Severus just shook hands with both of them congratulating them awkwardly.
She looked at him in the tiny crib, gently tickling his torso, Harry slowly opened his eyes for the first time.
Lily gasped, staring at the baby’s little Dark Emerald eyes that complimented her’s, ‘He opened his eyes’ she squealed.
Regulus turned to James, glaring, ‘Really?’ James looked it him in awe ‘Come on love, you managed to survive loving one of me, another one wouldn’t kill you, yeah?’ He smirked, while Regulus huffed, mentally agreeing.
He would never admit it out loud though.
Unfortunately, due to Narcissa’s recent birthing of her own child, Draco Lucius Malfoy, the Malfoys couldn’t come visit at the hospital.
And so, after a month, they arranged a meetup at the Potters Lodge in the late afternoon.
This was Harry and Draco’s first meetup, born 56 days apart, still unconscious, they looked nothing alike.
While Harry was brunette with bronzed skin and green eyes, Draco was a pale skinned blond with Mercury-like eyes, Regulus thought even Draco looked more like him than his own son.
November 27th 1983
At the Malfoy Manor, both the Potters and the Tonks were invited for afternoon tea, although Lucius was still not that fond of muggles during that period of time, he found a liking in Andromeda’s Husband, Ted Tonks, where they shared many similar opinions on political points.
While Regulus was catching up with both his cousins, Andromeda and Narcissa, James took the responsibility to watch both 3-year-old baby boys, who were eagerly crawling around the guest’s living room, with a 7-year-old bored Nymphadora who kept curiously asking James about his awesome job as a professional Quidditch player.
Draco and Harry grew used to being around of each other as babies, since they would see each other every week or so, so seeing them play together was not new.
While baby Draco was chewing on every single item he comes across, Harry loved crawling away like the explorer he was, they would sometimes share a few toys with each other and make the other laugh, which gave the adult multiple awes.
Draco was a really quiet child, barely cried or caused trouble, while Harry was the complete opposite, he was really sensitive and always had a way of causing trouble.
Regulus blames James for that, seriously, he wouldn’t be surprised if someone accused him of kidnapping Harry, they were nothing alike.
December 7th 1985
It was a cozy Saturday afternoon at the Lodge, both Regulus and James were watching a movie while cuddle with a 5-year-old Harry in between, when a rough thud could be heard from the window, an owl.
James lazily opens the window with a flick of his finger, he learned to use wandless magic over the years.
The owl flies in and drops a letter containing the Malfoy’s crest onto Regulus’ lap before leaving.
Regulus gives James a questioning look before opening the letter.
Malfoy Manor
Dearest Regulus,
I was informed that my aunt, and your mother, Walburga has passed away this morning.
With her passing, the estate must be settled, I know you left that house behind, but family law requires both your and Sirius’ presence to handle the inheritance.
A formal meeting would be held at Gringotts this evening. I have written to Sirius as well.
Do not be late.
My deepest condolence,
Narcissa Malfoy
Regulus was not expecting this, his mother is dead, he doesn’t even remember the last time he thought of her.
He felt bad, but at the same time he thought it would’ve affected him more than he did.
‘Are you okay love?’ James broke the silence, ‘Yeah, I was just shocked that’s all’ He says reassuringly, ‘Are you going?’ James asks.
‘I have to’ He replies, kissing his husband on the lips before getting up, heading upstairs to get ready.
Halfway up, ‘It won’t take long anyways, you stay here with Harry alright?’ He says disappearing from his husband’s view.
Wearing a fancy black robe, and checking his curly hair in the mirror for the last time, he pecks the cheek of a sleeping Harry on the couch and his Husband on the lips, ‘I’ll see you soon’ He says, before apparating away.
‘Dad, where did Papa go?’ A sleepy Harry asks while rubbing his eyes, ‘Oh, nothing, he just has some boring adult business to attend’ He sillily rolls his eyes, ‘Wanna to watch Star Wars before your Papa returns and scolds the both of us?’ He asks eagerly, Harry is suddenly wide awake, ‘YEAH!’ He says excitingly, ‘Let me make Popcorn really quick’, hope Regulus doesn’t find out, or he’s going to get scolded for making their 5-year-old son watch a non-age-appropriate movie.
Speaking of Regulus, he wasn’t really expecting much, Sirius would automatically receive the estate since he’s the older brother.
Regulus wasn’t jealous, not at all, he didn’t really care about money, he had enough to last him 3 lifetimes.
But he’d appreciate some gold, to save up for his son.
He meets Sirius at the entrance of Gringotts, they stare at each other for a moment before chuckling, this was so wrong, but they couldn’t help themselves.
The took a breath before entering the bank, expecting the worst.
Regulus arrives home around 9pm, only to find his husband and son fast asleep on the couch, filled with Popcorn bits while the Star Wars end credits were playing in the background.
Regulus sighs, they’re totally getting scolded tomorrow, as for now, he does a quick cleaning charm on them, removing the popcorn bits and changing into comfortable clothes before flicking the lights off and cuddling his family.
That evening, Regulus Potter inherited 40% of the Black’s gold, excluding the estate, which he was grateful for.
May 3rd 1986
‘No Draco, I don’t wanna be the Dark Lord again, I wanna be the hero! You always play the hero!’ Harry frowned, folding his arms, ‘But I don’t like playing the Dark Lord, I like playing the hero!’ Draco yells, ‘Well I don’t like playing the Dark Lord either!’.
They were roleplaying in Draco’s room, arguing back and forth on which one would play hero, it their little adventurous story.
‘Harry! Draco! Is everything alright?’ Narcissa peeks through the bedroom door, ‘Auntie Cissy! Draco won’t let me play hero!’ He cries, Narcissa sighs and turns to Draco who was now glaring at Harry with his arms crossed, ‘Now, now, Draco, stop being greedy, and let it be Harry’s turn to play the role of hero okay?’ She says gently.
Before Draco could protest, ‘Now come on boy’s, dinner is being served’ she adds.
Both boys got up and headed to the dining room, where Lucius was sitting on the end of the exaggeratingly long dining table.
‘Hello, uncle Lucius’ Harry greeted shyly, even though Lucius had nothing against him, the man has always creeped him out, ‘Hello father’ Draco followed, sitting next to each other, Lucius nodded at both of them.
They ate dinner, talking or mostly arguing about dragons while constantly reminded to not talk while chewing.
After dinner they headed to the Manor’s Library, Draco demanding that the Hungarian Horntail was way stronger than the Chinese Fireball while Harry believes otherwise.
As they were reading one of the many books about dragons with Draco finally proving that he was right.
On the couch, they slowly fell asleep resting their little heads on each other, you could just say it’s cuddling.
Regulus came shortly after, intending to fetch Harry back, ‘Those little rascals, tiring themselves to sleep’ He sighs, ‘It’s okay Reggie, let’s not wake them up, let them sleep’ She says putting a hand on his shoulder.
‘Oh Cissy, I don’t want to burned’ He says, ‘Nonsense, Harry is always welcome here, like his second home’ She smile, ‘Okay then, I’ll pick him up tomorrow morning?’
‘Sure’ she says as Regulus floos back to their Lodge, leaving Harry with a clinging Draco onto his arm, where Narcissa gently levitates them into Draco’s bedroom to sleep comfortably on his bed.
August 22th 1986
‘Are you sure you’ll be okay dear?’ Narcissa asks Draco for the tenth time this morning, ‘Yes mum, besides, father and Uncle Regulus will be with me, although, I don’t trust Uncle Sirius with my life’ Draco scoffs.
Lucius comes from behind, ‘It’s time to go Draco’ He says, making Narcissa hug her son one more time and pecking his cheeks before she lets go, she gets up and kisses her husband, ‘Have fun, and stay away from crazy fans alright?’ Draco replies, ‘Okay mum’ He sighs, this has been going on all morning, they floo to the Potters to meet up with the others so they can head to the portkey waypoint.
As for the Potters, Harry, half naked, while Regulus is desperately trying to make his son wear the pair of pants in his hands, was jumping on the couch all morning, celebrating his father’s future victory, ‘AND JAMES POTTER SCORES AGAIN, WINNING THE WORLD CUP OF THE YEAR!!’ He shouts, waving the England mini-flag in his hand.
‘Harry! Get down and wear your pants this instant! The Malfoys should be here any time now!’ Regulus scolds, Harry whines and get down finally putting his pants on.
They were heading to the Quidditch world cup of 1986, where England would be facing Peru in the finals, with James playing chaser for England.
Harry was over the moon, he’s barely seen his dad all week because of practice, so he was looking forward to see him play tonight.
A while after, Remus and Sirius arrive wearing England merch, ‘Who is ready to beat the Peruvians ass tonight!’ Sirius says as he ruffles Harry’s already messy hair.
‘Language Padfoot!’ Remus slaps the back of Sirius, ‘YEAH! LET’S KICK SOME ARS!’ Harry shouts, ‘Harry!’ Regulus scolds.
Turning to Sirius, ‘Siri, stop influencing my child!’ It’s like Sirius never let go of his rebellious phase, he was way worse than James.
Shortly after, the Malfoy appear through the floo network and greet the Blacks and Potters, who were rapidly trying to get ready to head to the way point for the portkey.
Since Harry and Draco are roughly 6-year-olds, they are not fond of apparition, especially from very long distances, so they decided to use a portkey instead.
On their way there, Harry and Draco wouldn’t stop talking about tonight’s match, talking about different plays and how could it would be ifs.
They unexpectedly agreed to take an afternoon nap before the game, so they could manage to stay up the whole game, that Regulus worried it would take days rather than hours.
As they reached the portkey, Regulus made sure to hold onto both boys so they wouldn’t accidentally let go.
Reaching their destination, both boys luckily fell on Sirius, who groaned loudly, ‘Great, yall broke my back’.
They chuckled as they got up, turning to look at the amount the people camping next to the stadium.
Both boys beamed with excitement, ‘Papa! How much more until the game starts?’ Harry asks impatiently, it was currently 11 am, ‘I fear there are 8 more hours, baby’ He answers, Both Harry and Draco gutted, they could not wait.
Around 12, the tents were set up with lots of protection wards, the inside looked like a villa, honestly, it was huge.
‘Come on, boys, eat your lunch so you could take your nap before the game’ Regulus called.
And those mischievous toddlers made damn sure to eat as slow as possible to kill time.
Laying on their bunk beds, they could not sleep, ‘Harry, I can’t sleep, are you awake?’ Draco asks whispering, ‘Nope, I can’t’ Harry replies.
‘Well, I’m bored, do you want to talk?’ Draco adds, ‘Can I sit with you? I don’t really like laying alone’ Harry said uncertainly, ‘Yeah’.
And that’s how after half an hour, Regulus checks on the boys to find them clinging onto each other asleep, sneaky brats.
The stadium was really crowded, in that moment, Regulus regretted not tying both kids to a leash, although Lucius probably wouldn’t be fond of that.
After losing Harry twice and managing to find their seats, everyone was sat down to their assigned seats, both Harry and Draco were eating a snack and the game was starting in 30 minutes, so he decided to calm down.
After 5 minutes a bald-headed man approached them, ‘Good evening, Mr. Potter, I’m Richard Brown, the manager of the English Quidditch team’ He introduced himself.
‘Greetings to you too, is there something wrong?’ Regulus replies, ‘Not at all, in fact, Mr. Potter has personally asked me to fetch you and your son, so he could see you before the big game’.
‘Oh, of course’ He turned to Harry, ‘Want to see daddy before the big match, love?’ He asks, ‘YEAH!’ Harry beams, ‘Okay come on’.
‘Can Draco come though?’ Harry asks with pleading eyes, ‘Of course, only if it’s okay with Mr. Lucius’ He turns to Lucius, who seems to think for a moment before nodding.
‘Alright then, please lead the way’ He tells Richard, ‘My pleasure’.
‘DADDY!’ Harry suddenly jumping onto his dad’s arms, ‘Hey kiddo, you excited to see me play?’ He asks, Regulus notices that his face relaxed the second he saw them when they entered the team’s changing room.
‘I’ll scream so loud, that no one will beat me!’ He shows off.
James turns to the shy Blond who was feeling left out, ‘Come on here Mini Reggie’ He opens his arms inviting Draco to join the hug, who he runs happily to.
After the boys babbled to James about the game, he turns to a smiling Regulus, who he rapidly hugs.
‘I missed you a little more, love’ He whispers to Regulus, while filling him with kisses, ‘I see you are anxious’ Regulus points out chuckling, ‘Not anymore’ James replies, resting his face on his lover’s shoulders.
‘Ewwww, love’ Harry and Draco make a disgusted face, the older men chuckle.
Now that James has filled his batteries, and the kids were back on their seats, the stadium cheered while the teams took their positions, the games started.
It was chaos, the Peruvians may be pushy and aggressive, the English were smarter, both teams kept surpassing each other, which was heart-stopping.
While Harry tried his best to keep his focus on his dad, he kept finding himself looking at the seekers from both teams, fighting for the snitch, he liked the idea of being a seeker.
After what felt like decades for Harry, after 3 hours, the English Seeker caught the Snitch, granting England 150 points, making the score 430 over 390.
England wins.
The stadium erupts with cheers and whistles and blowhorns, his dad won.
He jumped with Draco cheering, glancing at his papa, who was smiling and crying, seriously, couldn’t understand grownups.
May 29th 1988
The Potters were at St. Mungo’s getting Harry’s yearly healer appointment.
That day they found out Harry had a medium-level weak eyesight.
Regulus was done, now his son was completely identical to his father, honestly, is he even the father?
So, from that day on, Harry started wearing glasses, it took time to get used to them, but he managed just fine.
December 24th 1989
At the Potter’s Lodge, Harry was eager to decorate the freshly baked biscuits his Papa has just made, while James was mixing the frosting with different food colorings.
The dinner was in the oven, so they decided to bake some cookies for Santa Claus, which 2 weeks prior, Harry has started planning out their designs.
He made James take him to the muggle supermarket in London just to buy sprinkles.
The kitchen was a mess, flour and frosting were spread everywhere, but the Potters couldn’t care less, they were joking, laughing and singing Christmas songs.
Harry even climbed up the counter earning scoldings from his Papa, but Harry didn’t care, he held up a mistletoe right up between his parents.
They chuckled as they leaned into a passionate kiss, ‘Okay daddy, that’s enough!’ Said Harry who thought they took too long, ‘Come on stop it, the mistletoe is not above you anymore’.
After what felt like decades for the poor kid, they finally let go, both smirking at Harry who got annoyed, James picked him up and held him on his shoulder, okay trouble maker, listen here’.
‘I’m afraid you have to wait for the cookies to cool down, so the frosting doesn’t melt’ James told a now disappointed Harry, ‘Let me tell you, you can start decorating them after you eat your dinner, and maybe Uncle Moony would love to lend you a hand’ James continued, ‘Okay, Daddy!’ Said the little rascal.
‘Speaking of Moony, the Blacks should arrive any time now, so what do you say you boys go prepare the table’ Regulus said, and the boys got right to work.
After dinner everyone was happily chatting, when Harry’s curiosity got the better of him, ‘Uncle Moony, when will the baby in your tummy finally come out, I’m becoming impatient’.
He earned a couple of chuckles, ‘You will have to wait a few more months dear, next April if you’d like to count’ Harry scoffed, ‘Your conversations are so boring, and Draco is in France, why does he get to have a cousin soon while I still have to wait’ He complained.
‘You’ll have to be patient dear, now go wash your hands, so you and uncle Moony could start on decorating the cookies, what do you say?’ Regulus says.
And after an hour, everyone was sitting on the couch under the covers, each holding a cup of hot chocolate, which Remus made, with a batch of biscuits containing deformed dragons on them, they still tasted incredible.
They watched this new Christmas movie named “Pancer”, Regulus saw the reindeer on the covers and thought of James so he got it.
Halfway through the movie, Harry was finally asleep, Sirius bit some of the biscuits and made sure he’d spill a bit of milk on the tray to show that Santa came by last night, after placing the gifts under the Christmas tree, they headed to bed.
On Christmas morning, Harry woke everyone up at 6:30 am, after waking up his uncles, he jumped on his parent’s bed and threw himself on James who winced, so he tackled Harry held him tight, ‘DADDY! COME ON, WE HAVE PRESENTS TO OPEN!’.
After what felt like an eternity for Harry, since he’s an impatient little brat, everyone was seated downstairs, either drinking coffee or hot chocolate (We know damn well who that is).
Harry made sure everyone opened their presents first, just to make his present opening more suspenseful.
Harry was thrilled, he demanded to open Draco’s gift first, which was a charmed Dragon egg shaped nightstand lamp, in Draco’s letter, he mentions that at night he could see an actual moving Dragon inside, Harry loved it.
He got so many arts and crafts equipment for his little hobby from Remus, and a Lego set from Sirius.
While his parents finally decided it was time for Harry to learn how to ride a bike, they made him run to the back garden to find a beautiful green bike with red dragons drawn on it, Harry beamed with excitement, he suffocated his parents with hugs that morning.
April 2nd 1990
Harry was at the hospital.
But don’t worry, he’s completely fine, he was in fact on his way to meet his cousin, Teddy Black, a Blue haired Metamorphmagus, Harry could not pronounce the term yet, he just knew his baby cousin could change his appearance like Dora, he was a little bit jealous.
Harry held baby Teddy in his arms (With Regulus’ help of course) for the first time that day, and all Harry could think of how cute he was, he would act like an older brother and protect him from anyone intending to hurt him.
He’d also have to brag to Draco that now he also has a cousin.
‘So did you decided who will be the godparent?’ James asked, ‘We originally intended to ask you guys, but after finding out Teddy was a Metamorphmagus, we decided to make Dora, the godmother, so Teddy would wouldn’t feel different, and she could guide him through it’ Remus explains.
‘That’s amazing Moony, I completely agree’ Regulus says.
As for James, he was jealous.
July 31st 1991
Harry wakes up to the sounds of blowhorns, ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’ They shouted, Regulus holding the cake while James wears a party hat holding a party popper.
‘Happy birthday love’ Regulus set the cake down on the nightstand and hugs his boy, filling his face with kisses, ‘Papa, stop!’ Harry chuckles.
James on the other hand, still trying to figure out how to twist the party popper, ‘WAIT!’ he insisted, ‘7 years and he still can’t figure it out’ Regulus sighs.
‘Okay I think I got it!’ He holds the party popper up and twists it hard, blowing the whole confetti onto his face, Regulus face palms while Harry falls off of the bed from laughter, James frowns glasses filled with confetti paper, ‘You’re such a loser dad’ Harry wheezes.
James just rolls his eyes, and hugs Harry tightly,’ Happy birthday kiddo’ He pecks his forehead and moves away, while Regulus plucks the remaining pieces of confetti from his shoulder.
Regulus holds the cake in front of the birthday boy, ‘Blow out the candles, baby’ He says, ‘I’m not a baby anymore, I’m 11 years old now papa!’ He said flustered as he blows the candles.
‘Well, I don’t care, you’ll still be my baby’ He kisses his cheeks.
‘It’s your 11th birthday, that means you Hogwarts letter should arrive any time now!’ James reminds.
Of course, Harry didn’t tell his parents that a few days ago, he did in fact receive the letter.
‘About that…’ He opens his nightstand drawer and pulled out the letter.
‘YOU GOT THE LETTER!’ James exclaimed, ‘I GOT THE LETTER!’ Harry shouts, he jumps on his dads laughing, ‘I’m so excited’.
At breakfast, Harry couldn’t shut up about the fact that he kept his mouth shut for the past few days.
‘Hey papa, what house do you think I’ll be sorted in?’ He asked while he stuffed his mouth with cake.
Regulus seems to think for a moment before replying, ‘Well, love, you’ve got your daddy’s recklessness, so I wouldn’t be surprise if you’re a Gryffindor’ James smirks while sipping his coffee.
‘While you’re awfully ambitious and self-preserved, so maybe Slytherin like me, oh but you’re pretty smart for your age, which could be Ravenclaw’.
James interrupts his husband by adding, ‘Just don’t get into Hufflepuff, while their house represents kindness and loyalty, in my time, they were more arrogant and surprisingly ruder than Slytherins.’
Regulus rolls his eyes, ‘Regardless of what house you will get in, we will be so proud of you’, James nods along, Harry wasn’t that stressed anymore, he felt rather reassured.
August 20th 1091
Draco and Harry were hanging out in Harry’s bedroom, ‘I can’t believe we will be at Hogwarts in 10 days’ Harry says.
‘I’m sure I’ll be sorted into Slytherin, both my father and mum’s side of the family were Slytherins, well except for Uncle Sirius, he’s a weird one so he doesn’t count’ Draco explains.
‘Dad and my uncles kept insisting Gryffindor is better, but I want to be sorted into the same house as you’ Harry complains, ‘I hope we get sorted into the same house, that way we would be inseparable’ Draco adds with Harry nodding along.
Harry pauses for a moment before turning to face Draco, ‘Promise me you will keep being my best friend if we get sorted into different houses’.
Draco stared at him before tackling him into a hug, ‘You will always be my super best friend Harry, regardless of what house we get sorted in’ he assured, leaving Harry to calm down, okay now he was really looking forward to going to Hogwarts.