Wolfstar co-parenting Harry
Harry sat across from Ron in their train compartment, swinging his legs a little. The Hogwarts Express rumbled beneath them, and Ron was chewing on a chocolate frog, looking curious.
“So, d’you live with your parents?” Ron asked, mouth half-full.
Harry shook his head. “My parents died when I was a baby,” he said. Then, without thinking much about it, he added, “But I have three dads and one mom.”
Ron froze mid-chew. “What?”
“I have three dads and one mom,” Harry repeated.
Ron stared at him like he’d just said he had a dragon in his trunk. “But—you just said your parents died!”
“They did,” Harry said, like this was obvious. “But I still have them. Kinda.”
Ron frowned. “That makes no sense.”
Harry sighed and sat up straighter. “Okay, so my real parents are James and Lily. They died. But my dad’s best friends took care of me after—Sirius and Remus. So they’re my dads too.”
Ron was still frowning, looking very confused. “So… your dad is your dad, but also your other dads?”
“Yeah,” Harry said. “Sirius and Remus tell me all about James and my mum. They make sure I don’t forget them. It’s like they’re still around, ‘cause we talk about them all the time. Sirius always says my dad would’ve done something stupid, so he does it instead. And Remus tells me my mum would’ve told him off for it.”
Ron blinked slowly. “That’s...weird.”
Harry shrugged. “Not really. I’ve always had them. I don’t know what it’s like not to.”
Ron sat quietly for a second, then pointed at Scabbers, who was still sleeping in his lap. “D’you reckon your dads would let you have a rat?”
Harry thought about Sirius, who turned into a massive dog, and Remus, who was weird about full moons.
“No,” he said. “Definitely not.”
