Everyone remembered the night it happened.
It was a regular saturday night when Sirius got the owl. James and Lily where cooking in their newly bought kitchen, Peter was rambling to Remus about a new chess technique he found. The fire the started 2 hours ago was still warm at his feet, and he remembers feeling like he was finally at peace.
Then an owl, a short, neat looking brown owl, came with a letter. Sirius took on look at it and knew it was from the Ministry, but what could the Ministry possibly want with him.
Grabbing the letter feom said owl, tapping it twice on the head before it flew away, Sirius caught the attention of Remus and James.
“Either of you got business with the Ministry?” He asked, waving the envelope.
“Nope.” James said while Remus just shook his head.
Sirius shrugged and opened it himself.
He remembers it. Reading the first two lines. The way his hands shook, and he felt his knees buckle from under him. How he shook his head. How the room suddenly felt colder than it did 2 minutes before.
Mr. Black, we are sorry to inform you of this news. Regulus Black has passed.
He remembered reading it. He remembered falling to the floor too. He didn’t remember James rushing to his side. Or Remus picking up the letter to read it himself.
All he could think was, no. I couldn’t save him.
Remus remembers reading the full letter, and stopping short at the last two lines. His own mouth opening, tears filling his eyes. By the words, by the thoughts, by Sirius’ sobs in the background.
Regulus Black leaves a son. We have to inform you that you are who he leaves him to.
A son? Regulus was 18, when did he have time to have a child? How old was he? Where was his mother? Why didn’t Regulus tell them?
And that poor child. Remus couldn’t imagine, didn’t want to imagine. His father was dead.
Remus remembers having to tell Sirius that part, while his lover was on the floor crying into his best friends arms.
He remembers the gasps from behind him. The way James own eyes filled with hearts then.
The look Sirius gave him.
“A son?” He had whispered.
“A son.” Sirius kept repeating. “A son.”
“Why wasn’t he left to his mom? Who IS his mom?”
“When, Reg was still a kid.”
They could all remember the questions left unanswered. And they all could vividly remember Sirius,
Broken, on the floor, tear stained cheeks, clutching the letter in his left hand, Remus’ hand in his right.
They could remember the look in his eyes as he whispered,
And sirius remembers James’ response,
“We, have to go get him.”
And he felt Remus squeeze his hand. Lily was already getting her shoes on. Peter was gathering the floo powder.
Sirius remembers everything about that night. And he remembers not having to do it alone.
That night, hours and hours of waiting in a small room of the Ministry.
Sirius had been pacing for 30 minutes before a woman in red robes walked in.
They all stood. She was not fazed.
“This way.” She called, leading them towards another room. But this one, different.
Another woman, not in robes, was there. In her arms, a blanket.
Not just a blanket, Sirius realized, as a small hand poked out, and a loud cry was heard.
All 5 of them flinched, but Sirius moved a step closer.
“Is that. Is that him?” He spoke softly, as if a voice any louder would break him.
The woman nodded, holding the blanket out to him.
Sirius had never held a baby before. He remembers vaguely holding a tiny Regulus, but that wasn’t on his own, his father was there.
He hadn’t held a baby himself.
He hesitated, looking back at Remus, who gave him an encouraging smile. He took a deep breath, reaching out.
The blanket. The baby, was put into his arms, and his heart stopped.
There he was. A baby who couldn’t be more than 5 months old. A baby with a head full of jet black hair, and almsot black eyes. A baby who looked strikingly like his younger brother.
He gasped, as the baby in his arms smiled, smiled, at him.
He didn’t notice, the baby stopped crying the moment he was in his arms.
Sirius felt someone behind him, and knew it was Remus. He turned his head slightly, looking at his lover, before looking back at the baby.
“He. He looks like Reg.” Sirius whispered. But willed himself not to cry, who cries infront of a baby, a baby that smiled at HIM.
“He does” Remus whispered back, bringing a hand to the small, so so small, babies head. The baby opened his eyes again, looking at remus with wide eyes.
Sirius could practically feel Remus smile back.
James was by his side in record time.
“Woah, a baby.” He gasped, as if it was some foreign object. But to them, the baby practically was.
“Well of course it’s a baby.” Lily was next, next to her respected lover. Peaking over his shoulder to look at the baby.
“He’s beautiful.” She smiled, and she was right. Black genes were strong, and the baby got every single one, from what Sirius could see.
Peter was there too, but he didn’t say anything, not that he needed too. It was nice he was there.
The baby seemed to close his eyes again, and Sirius finally, finally let out a breath.
“Sorry to interrupt but, we need to know if you will be taking over guardianship.” The lady in the red robes voice spoke out.
Sirius looked at Remus, who was simply looking at him, the same with James.
“It’s your decision Pads.”
And Sirius didn’t really need to think.
“Of course.” He smiled at the lady, “He’s Regulus’ boy.” As if that was the answer to everything.
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