Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, as much as I wish I did.

Summary: Alternate Universe. Harry Potter, Polaris Black, and Romulus Lupin were born into a time of war, a war that will continue to rage more than thirty years after its start. And though they do not know it, their very existence could change the tide of the war – for better or worse.

Author's Note: This is my first story on this website, so I apologize ahead of time if I screw something up formatting wise or if all of my edits after publishing clog your emails or something. I don't mean to, I swear! I'm just nitpicky. I love constructive criticism, and if anything doesn't make sense, don't be afraid to ask. Anyway, enjoy!

The Sun, the Moon, and the Truth

"Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth."
- Buddha

Chapter One – The Key to Change

"The key to change… is to let go of fear."
- Rosanne Cash

"Puddlemere United definitely has it this year," James Potter said from his spot at the kitchen table.

He was a twenty-year-old man with messy black hair, hazel eyes, and dark rimmed glasses that sat upon his nose. In his lap sat a tiny little infant who seemed to be the very mirror image of the older man. At the moment, the toddler – who was named Harry Potter – was gnawing on what appeared to be a frozen golden ball. Yesterday had been the little boy's birthday, and the teething ball had been a gift from a family friend. James's knee was bouncing where Harry sat in attempts to keep him entertained as he continued his somewhat heated debate with the other man at the table.

"No way," said the other man, Sirius Black. "It's going to the Montrose Magpies once again. History says so."

Sirius was a handsome man with shaggy dark hair and stormy gray eyes. He had a smile that most would call infectious, and at the moment, his rather large hands were wrapped around his wand, lazily waving it back and forth. The newspaper that was delivered that morning was slowly zooming through the air. He first started to do this as a way to entertain Harry, who had been fussy earlier, but the infant had lost complete interest by now and yet Sirius kept it up. Probably for his own amusement.

"The Ballycastle Bats might have a chance too?" Peter Pettigrew piped up eagerly, wanting to be part of the conversation.

Blond and blue-eyed, Peter was incredibly adorable by most people's standards but not exactly what one would call handsome with his overly plump appearance. He was also not what one would call incredibly intelligent either, if his friends were quite honest. And they were his friends, even if Peter had a dark secret that he was keeping from all of them, a secret that he sometimes regretted. But right now? He wasn't even thinking about it. He was just thinking about being here with his friends.

James made a face at the mention of the Bats Quidditch Team, and turned to the last man sitting at the table. "I don't know. What do you think, Remus?"

Remus Lupin looked up from his cup of tea that he had been staring at, deep in thought. He blinked at James, confused as to what he was being asked. "What?"

This last man was perhaps their wisest and definitely the quietest friend of the foursome, and yet he was also the one of the four who still had so much to learn and room to grow. Remus had sandy-brown hair that was already flecking with gray and amber eyes; the signs of past and even future full moons were painfully obvious for the young werewolf. Watching his bespectacled friend give an almost painful sigh, he quirked a smile, realizing almost immediately that the talk must have been talking about Quidditch. Again.

"Oh, it's Puddlemere United. Always," he answered smartly.

James's face lit up immediately. "Yes! Thank you! See? This is why you're my best friend!" he announced. Harry began to clap as well as if also pleased by this answer.

Sirius blinked and turned away from Remus to stare at James. "What!" he gasped. "I thought I was your best friend!"

Before James's declaration, though, Sirius had been glaring at Remus suspiciously. The more time that Sirius spent around Remus – and he had to admit that lately the less time he spent with the werewolf, the better – the more he was becoming convinced that he had switched sides and become a Death Eater. He was constantly spacing out and always seemed to have a lot on his mind, not to mention his unexplained disappearances and reappearances. It was just all too suspicious. Now, if he could only get James to agree and stop telling Remus vital information, then maybe he could actually keep his best friend safe.

James did not even have to think about a proper response as at that moment, an owl came swooping into the Potter's kitchen at Godric's Hollow and dropped two letters: one in front of Sirius and the other in front of Remus.

For a moment, neither of them moved until Remus reached out and picked up the one in front of him. He furrowed his eyebrows. "The Wizarding Children and Family Services Department?" he murmured out loud, looking very much confused.

Sirius blinked at hearing that and reached out, picking up his letter as well. "Me too," he responded quietly.

"What's the Wizarding Children and, uh, Family... thing?" asked Peter, blinking confusedly up at his friends.

Sirius stared at him as if he had two heads. "Peter, you work at the Ministry."

"So?"

Remus sighed but offered a small smile. "It's like the Muggle equivalent of Social Services."

"What's that?" Peter asked, looking as lost as ever.

This time, though, even James and Sirius were looking over at him with blank expressions upon their faces.

Feeling like a dictionary, a feeling that he was not foreign to, Remus spouted off, "It's the department within the Muggle government, or in this case, the Ministry of Magic that is dedicated to trying to improve the quality of life for all by trying to promote equality. They encourage social change, social justice, and equal rights for all. They also deal with family situations that have turned out badly and help with relocating children and whatnot."

Sirius blinked. "Yeah, that..." He shook his head and looked back down at his still sealed letter. "Okay... I kinda get why you would be getting one, what with the fighting for equal rights bit, I guess. But why would I be getting a letter from them?" He paused. "Unless they're finally going to arrest my mother for being a downright bitch the last twenty years! That would be awesome." He got a dreamy look on his face.

James reached over and smacked him. "You'll never know until you read it, will you?"

"My thoughts exactly," Remus muttered. His letter was already torn open, and he was in the process of unfolding and reading the contents. His eyes widened slightly and he sucked in a breath.

Peter blinked. "What is it?"

Remus had no answer for him, apparently shocked into silence. His face had gone an unnaturally pale and he was obviously in the process of rereading the letter, as though hoping he had somehow misread it or maybe convinced that he had misunderstood.

Now James was starting to get worried. He turned to look at Sirius and said, "Padfoot, what's going on?"

Sirius didn't answer. He, too, had gotten his letter open and was now staring at the letter in shock. "Well, that's very interesting," he said in a slightly shaky voice.

"What's very interesting?" asked James. That did not sound like the reaction of someone who had just received very bad news. "What's going on?"

Neither man answered.

James rolled his eyes and snatched the letter from Sirius who didn't even seem to notice. He read through it and also went wide-eyed. "What the hell?"

"Er... guys?" Peter asked hesitantly, not feeling as bold as James to just snatch a letter away. Remus shakily handed his letter over to Peter before he dropped his head into his hands, seemingly overwhelmed by the information. Peter nervously shifted as he took the letter and read through it slowly. As he finished, his mouth was dropped in shock. "Is this... for real?"

"I don't think the Ministry pulls pranks, Wormtail!" Sirius snapped.

Peter shrunk away from him.

One night, approximately a year and a half ago, Sirius and Remus were both involved in a one-nightstand with two Muggle women that they met in a bar, something that while not that uncommon for Sirius Black was definitely out of character for Remus Lupin. Either way, both of their little escapades seemed to have caught up with them as the two women that were involved wound up pregnant.

Apparently, shortly after being born, both of the children that were the results of this night were put up for adoption and quickly entered into Muggle Foster Care. However, within the last month, both of them seemed to have started to have several occurrences of accidental magic that left many Muggles needing to have their memories wiped. Finally, after the sixth incident, it was decided that the children would be removed from Muggle Foster Care and moved into the Magical equivalent.

During a check-up before sending the boys off, a routine genetic identification charm had been cast, though both were expected to just be poor Muggle-borns. Surprisingly, the two children in question had markers that very closely resembled two wizards whose genetic codes were on file. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin both had their DNA on file thanks to Sirius's time as an auror and Remus being registered as a werewolf. The letter concluded by informing the two gentlemen that they were expected to come into St. Mungo's on Friday for another test to be run to confirm these results, and everything else would be explained and dealt with at that time.

When Lily came home later that day, she found the four men still sitting around the table in a state of shock. James had at least had enough sense to put Harry down in his crib when he had fallen asleep in his lap, but otherwise none of them had moved, unable or unwilling to do so. She stared at all of them oddly before she walked up and picked up one of the letters that was obviously the cause of the strange behaviour. Her green eyes widened as they swept across the parchment.

"Is this...?" she started, stumbling over her own words. "I mean, is it possible? Do you even know who these women are?"

"Yes, it's possible. And yeah, I remember her, Virginia Mobridge," said Sirius slowly, staring at the letter on the table.

"And Dakota Mobridge," continued Remus. "They're Muggles, sisters, and worked at a Muggle pub. Sirius and I ran into them when we were having a few drinks about... a year and a half ago."

"We were drunk—really drunk—and these two beautiful brunettes walked up to us and started hitting on us… and one thing led to another basically."

"Why were you two getting drunk, though, exactly?" Lily snapped, unable to keep the accusatory tone out of her voice.

There was so much that could have happened. They were drunk, in the middle of Muggle London, and Voldemort could have waltzed right in and offed both of them. She wanted to scream and shout at them for being so stupid, but there was something in their expression that made her pause. It was as though they were trying to suppress a rather painful memory, and at her question, Remus looked down at the floor as Sirius looked over at Remus with something akin to a glare. Lily and James shared a confused look. Most of her earlier anger faded at the looks on their faces.

"We had a fight just before that," said Remus slowly.

"You and Sirius?" James repeated, trying to make sure that he was hearing them right. "A... a physical fight?"

"Yes," Sirius said plainly, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.

"What about?" Peter asked quietly.

Both men were silent for a moment.

Remus swallowed. "About who the spy was." He paused. "Sirius... seemed to have decided it was me, and he decided to deal with the... ah... problem personally."

"Sirius!" Lily gasped, staring at him with wide eyes. James's eyes also widened as guilt and anger flashed across his face.

Sirius continued to stare at them both defiantly. "I probably shouldn't have hit him," he conceded through a locked jaw, "but my first concern will always be yours and Harry's safety."

"It was over quickly," assured Remus in a low voice that Lily knew meant he wasn't telling them all of it, but she wasn't sure she wanted to hear how far Remus and Sirius had gone in hurting one another, "and neither of us was really hurt. We cleaned ourselves up and went to a pub to "drown out our sorrows." That's when... we ran into them."

"And, well, I'm sure you could guess what happened from there," Sirius said, with a slight roll of his eyes, but the innuendo that usually would come from a statement like that was not there.

This was possibly the first time James had ever really seen the physical evidence of the stress of their safety had caused his friends. His family was falling apart before their eyes. Peter, unable to take the story and tension anymore, left shortly after the revelation. And Remus, who had not been free from a glare from Sirius pretty much since this painful memory was brought up, finally just got up and left himself. Still, even as he walked out, Lily caught him and pulled him into a fierce hug.

"I trust you, Remus," she whispered into his ear.

He gave her a genuine smile back. "Thank you," he whispered back, and she believed that he meant it.

When she walked back into the kitchen, she glared at Sirius for a moment before taking a breath. "I don't care what reservations or suspicions you have toward Remus lately, Sirius," she said quite plainly, "but on Friday, you two are going to go through this together. No matter what happens. You hear me, Black?"

Sirius tried to protest, but James stood up and nodded at his wife's words. "Lily's right. Friday, both of you are going together and figuring this out together. I will walk you both to St. Mungo's together and drop you off there if I have to. Are you going to make me do that?"

The black-haired man sighed but shook his head no.

When Friday came, Sirius and Remus met up at Potter Manor to reassure both James and Lily that they would be heading to St. Mungo's together before they headed off. Sirius had plans of ditching the werewolf as soon as they left, but as they tumbled out of the floo into the atrium of the wizarding hospital, Sirius actually found himself being quite happy that he wasn't doing this alone. It was almost easy to forget about his suspicions for his friend as he followed the sandy-haired man through the halls. Remus, for his part, was looking and acting a lot less suspicious than normal and just seemed like a man who didn't seem to know what to do with himself, a feeling that Sirius could identify with at that moment.

Remus was trying not to think about spies or the tension between himself and Sirius at the moment, and instead found himself slightly alarmed as they took the lift all the way to the fourth floor, the floor reserved mostly for victims of irreversible spell damage. He looked over at Sirius and realized that the other man was completely oblivious to where they were headed, so he kept his mouth shut. But he could not help and think – had something else happened to these children that had been left out of the letter?

As they walked off the lift, the lady at the front desk pointed them down the hall and into what appeared to be an office of some sort. Sirius and Remus awkwardly moved to take a seat, their eyes taking in the moving portraits and strange models that hung about the room along with the bookshelf that appeared to be filled with nothing but books that one would be able to find in the Restricted Section.

After a moment, the door opened, and they both looked up to see a wizard in light blue hospital robes walk in. Remus furrowed his eyebrows at how familiar the man was, but he could not place him.

But Sirius's eyebrows disappearing into his hairline told another story as he gasped out, "Ted!"

Ted Tonks looked up from what he was reading and grinned at them. "Hello, Sirius, long time no see."

Sirius seemed to be spluttering for a moment before got up and managed to give the man a hug. "What are you doing here?" he asked dumbly.

"I work here," Ted said, an amused smile on his lips.

Sirius went slightly pink. "I know, but..."

Ted held up his hands in surrender. "Don't worry. I'm just here to oversee the genetic testing goes correctly. As soon as Granolith gets here, we can get started." Seeing the two confused looks he received, he explained, "He has been put in charge of the infants' cases." He grinned a bit as he looked at Sirius. "You really have gotten yourself into quite a pickle this time, haven't you?"

There was a twinkle in his eyes that neither man was sure they liked.

After a moment of silence, Remus sucked in a breath. "Um, Ted," he started awkwardly, getting the man's attention. "Why are we on this floor? Is... is there something wrong with them?"

Ted smiled easily. "Not at all. Along with being the ward for those that have been affected by irreversible spell damage... This is also the long-term stay ward. Patients who are expected to stay for longer than say it takes to treat a Kneazle bite and then leave are left to stay here. The Ministry decided that it was best that the infants remain in our care until they figure out what's going to happen to them."

Remus found himself giving a sigh of relief, and even Sirius who was shocked once he realized what floor they were on seemed to relax at the reassurance that everything was okay. At that moment, the door opened again, and this time a wizard with dark gray robes walked in. He looked at the other three occupants and nodded.

"Good. Are we ready to get started?" The question was directed at Ted.

Ted nodded. "I believe so."

Granolith moved to sit down as he watched the two young men across from them. "Hello, Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black. Generally, I would see you each separately to discuss your cases privately, but Ted has told me that the two of you are good friends and that hearing each other's personal information is not a problem. Is this true?"

Remus shifted a bit, pretty sure that Sirius was not going to be okay with that. But Sirius had made a promise to James, and he never backed out on promises to his best friend, so he nodded immediately. Seeing this movement out of the corner of his eye, the werewolf immediately followed suit, quite glad that he wasn't going to have to go through this alone, even if there was a constant tension in the room when they were together lately.

"Good. I am Granolith, and I am the children's case worker. I have a few forms that I need you to fill out to start out with, and then Ted will go back with you to do the testing." As he said this, he pulled out his wand and waved it, making two stacks of parchment and two quills to appear out of nowhere.

Remus grabbed the quill immediately and began to fill in the blanks on the parchment. Sirius hesitated a moment.

"What do we do if these are our sons?"

"You will be expected to pay into the Ministry of Magic to cover child-support at the very least," he said simply.

"Could we take them home, though, if they are our children?" Remus asked slowly, his head still slightly bowed over the papers. More than for Sirius, for whom he expected the answer would have been a definite yes, he was asking for himself. With his condition, he had never really considered himself able to have a family. Would this even be allowed?

The wizard looked slightly taken aback. He leaned forward and studied Remus from behind his square spectacles. "Are you asking because you're a werewolf?"

A shiver ran down Remus's spine at how he said it so blatantly. Remus lowered his quill and parchment and looked at him. "Yes," he said quietly, pretty sure that he had no colour left in his face.

Beside him, Sirius had not even begun to write. He was gripping his quill tightly, his usual protectiveness coming out for his friend. The past year and a half that they had been not trusting each other and avoiding each other flew out the window in that moment. How could they even think about not letting Remus see his own child! – assuming it was his child.

"Under normal circumstances... no. You wouldn't."

Remus closed his eyes painfully at the words, and he ignored the way that Sirius growled angrily next to him. So, this was really more of a formality for him. He sighed, resigning himself to this fate as he went back to filling out the forms when Granolith continued.

"However, these are not exactly normal circumstances."

Remus's writing stilled, and he looked up, finding a hopeful expression on his face. When did his sudden desire turn into wanting to be a father, an option he had always thrown out the window?

Granolith saw the expression and smiled. "Had the children not been taken into Wizarding custody, you would have been able to walk into the Muggle Foster Care and taken custody of your son without any issue... Well, other than the miles of red tape that Muggles seem to love to put up. They have their own way of making things complicated," he seemed amused at that as he grinned at himself. He cleared his throat. "But I digress, since these boys are not even officially put into the Magical system yet... I see no reason not to treat this as a Muggle case where I am simply giving the child off to his biological father, and that's all that matters. Of course, that's if either of them are actually your child." He turned to Sirius. "And, of course, the same applies to you, Mr. Black. If you want to take custody, it's all yours."

Remus could feel Sirius looking at him, and he turned to find the other young man grinning. The last time Sirius had looked at him with that sort of expression was far too long ago to remember, and it made Remus smile back. There was something terrifying about this situation, and yet they were just kind of grinning at each other despite it. Remus turned back to the parchment and quickly began to scribble all of the needed information across it. Sirius followed his example and began to fill out the sheets. Nearly half an hour had gone by when Remus finally finished, managing to not even flinch when he had to write in that he was a werewolf. He pushed the parchment onto Granolith's desk.

Ted stood as he saw him finish and smiled at him. "Ready?" he asked as Remus stood. At seeing Remus's semi-nervous nod, he led him out of the room.

Sirius finished five minutes later and handed over the parchment. As he was leaving the office, Remus was coming back rubbing his arm and muttering about something hurting. A few moments later, Sirius knew what.

He yelped loudly as one of the healers pushed the needle into his arm and took his blood. He grimaced as he saw the nurse take the little tube with his blood and placed it in a little holder next to what looked like to be Remus's blood. He glared over at Ted who was standing by the vials with a smirk on his face.

"Needles, really?" Sirius asked, glaring.

Ted grinned over at him. "I find that it's more precise and gives me the chance to run several tests without needing the owner of the blood in the room unlike the Wizarding method. Speaking of which, you're all done."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "That was it?"

He nodded. "I'll need about ten to twenty minutes to run some tests, charms, and whatnot just to be sure. But as soon as I have the results, I'll come find you," he promised, gesturing that he can go.

But the black-haired man hesitated. "Could I at least see the kid?" asked Sirius.

Ted smiled a bit and nodded slowly. "Remus asked the same thing. Take this hall all the way down, take a left, and it's the room at the very end. Give the woman there your name and she'll point you from there."

Sirius smiled gratefully and followed his directions. He walked into an office room and before he even opened his mouth, the woman behind the counter pointed to Sirius's right. He shrugged and went though the doorway. Remus was already in there. He was kneeling by one of the two baby cribs in the room. He didn't even acknowledge Sirius when he came in—he was so enamoured by whoever was in the crib.

Sirius walked over to the other crib and gazed in. His eyes widened slightly as he leaned toward the baby to get a better look. The little boy had loads of shaggy black hair already, big hands, and his wide brown eyes landed on the man that stood over him. The little boy reached out and Sirius just instinctively picked him up.

"What do you make of this?" Remus asked quietly, still not taking his eyes off the boy in the crib he was standing by.

Sirius glanced in the other crib and again, his eyes went wide. The other little boy had a head full of light brown hair, tiny ears, and wide blue eyes. The little boy seemed content to stay in his crib as he crawled from one end and back again.

"I think the possibility of these being our sons is very likely. The only difference I see is the eyes."

"Does anybody else get a sense of déjà vu?"

They shared an amused glance.

"We need to fire-call Lily," said Sirius. "She wanted to know what was going on."

Remus nodded. "All right. I'll go make the call since Mini-Sirius seems quite attached."

Sirius gave a bark-like laugh. It was so easy to forget about a war and spies and everything else when such an innocent piece of life was staring up him like he was at the moment. The little boy in his arms was clinging quite tightly to the front of his Auror robes; he had had every intention of going into Auror Headquarters after this was over, but the longer he stared at the little boy in his arms, the more unlikely he realized that was going to happen.

By the time Remus returned, Sirius had managed to get the little boy back in his crib. He looked up, about to ask what Lily said, when Ted walked in and told them that they had the results. They walked back to the office that they had filled out the forms in. Remus and Sirius sat down and looked from Ted to Granolith expectantly.

"Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black—the tests came back positive. You two are the fathers of these boys."

Sirius let go of a breath that he didn't realize he was holding, and he turned to look at the other Marauder in the room. Remus was smiling to himself, a look that was somewhere mixed between fear and elation planted on his face.

"Now if you are still willing to take these boys in," Remus immediately nodded and there was no hesitation on Sirius's part either, "then all we need is for you to sign here. This signature will bind you as the children's legal guardians. Their welfare will be in your hands. Do you understand?"

Both men nodded immediately. As soon as the parchment was pushed toward them, signatures were flying across the page, sealing their fate. Granolith looked at each signature as if to make sure that it was legit before he nodded.

"What happened to their mothers?" Remus found himself asking hesitantly as Granolith banished the paperwork, supposedly to his office.

"Dakota and Virginia Mobridge are still alive and well, don't worry," Granolith said, seeing the look on their face. "They apparently just agreed that they were too young to be parents and gave up their babies together. While in the Muggle foster care, they were allowed visitation with them, and we would like to keep that up to avoid too many questions." He noticed Sirius and Remus's startled looks and continued, "Of course, they no longer have any parental rights. It's completely up to you. But I will be providing you with their contact information anyway."

Remus sighed and ran his hand down his face. This was just a lot to process at once. "What about..." the werewolf hesitated. "Is my son a werewolf?" he finally just blurted out, finding himself almost choking on the word "son" more-so than on the word werewolf. It was strange how quickly things changed.

Ted smiled at him kindly. "I can answer that. After I did a DNA test to see if you were the father and it came back positive, I had a feeling you might ask that, so I went ahead and tested for lycanthropy as well."

"And?"

"No, he's not a werewolf. He's perfectly healthy."

Remus felt a huge weight lift off his chest, and he sighed in relief. Thank Merlin, he thought to himself, taking a moment to just bask in the news. Next to him, he felt Sirius clap a hand on his shoulder, as if in congratulations, and he was glad for his friend's support there.

"You never told us what their names were," said Sirius a little distractedly. His attention was on Remus.

"Their mothers never gave them names, so the foster care assigned them names instead," said Granolith. "As of right now, they are Jake Morrison and Max Hamilton." As he said the names, he looked at Remus first and then Sirius, letting them know which was which. "But seeing as the Wizarding World doesn't necessarily follow Muggle law, we are already prepared to change their names seeing as how they are so young that we do not believe it will have any real impact on them. Of course, we will start with their surnames – given to them by the first foster families they were placed with – and we can also change the first name if you like. Even give them a middle name, if you so desire. It is up to you."

The two new fathers looked at each other and slowly leaned back in their chairs in thought. They hadn't counted on having to name them. Sure, Sirius could have kept his son's name as Max, but to him, it felt so impersonal. Never would he have considered that name for himself. And though Sirius knew that Remus's middle name was John, he knew he would never consider naming his son Jake. At least, that's what Remus's face had said when he heard the name.

Sirius rubbed his chin in thought. Andromeda, his favourite cousin and wife to the Healer in the room, had continued the tradition of naming their child after a star even if it was a tradition that the dark name of Black shared, so he might as well too. Exactly what star to name him after, though, was the question that left him quiet for several moments. Remus was the first to speak.

"I want to change his name," he began quietly, almost uncertainly, "to Romulus Matthew Lupin."

Sirius caught the glance in his direction and realized that Remus was looking for his reaction. It reminded Sirius of when Remus was a first year. He used to have this habit of constantly glancing toward James or Sirius to see if they appreciated or approved of his suggestions, always afraid of losing his new friends. They had not realized where his fear came from then, but Sirius realized with slight guilt that he knew where it was coming from now. He managed a true grin for his friend and nodded. Remus smiled gratefully, even letting out a breath of air that he seemed to have been holding in, and nodded back toward him, almost encouragingly. Still, even as Granolith wrote it down, he thought. He wanted the name to mean something like Romulus meant to Remus. Their names were connected. Suddenly, it was obvious.

Grinning, Sirius said, "Polaris Gideon Black. That's what I want for him."

Remus grinned over at him and gave a nod, showing his own approval for the chosen name. Sirius grinned back, and in that moment, there was no war or suspicion, just the crazy fear and joy of suddenly being parents.

Both of the young men were loaded up with the infants, a bag full of their things from the foster care, plus some complimentary starter items from the hospital courtesy of Ted, before they were heading down to the atrium to head back to Potter Manor. Two minutes later, they were tumbling out of the Potter fireplace, having travelled by floo since it's the only way to get to the Potter's with the wards up. They immediately came face to face with Lily and James who had Harry between them.

A staring contest between the four adults lasted for only about a minute before Polaris unceremoniously spat up all over Sirius's auror robes.

James grinned. "Welcome to parenthood, Padfoot."