Hadrien Potter sat opposite Sirius Black, the man that was once his godfather, but in this new world, was his friend and godfather to a very young Harry Potter. A Harry Potter who was sound asleep in Hadrien's arms.
"Alright, Hadrien, explain." Remus Lupin sat beside Sirius on an old but sturdy settee.
Hadrien took a deep breath.
"You need to let me finish, once I start. Please?" He asked.
"Why do I not like the sounds of that?" Sirius grimaced.
"Because you won't." Ronson, Hadrien's younger brother warned.
"I really don't like the sounds of this." Sirius looked at Remus and screwed his face up.
"Hush, Siri. Let Hadrien speak." Remus turned from Sirius to Hadrien. "We didn't know about you two. James never said anything."
"Yeah… there's a reason for that." Hadrien winced. "Let me tell the entire story and then we'll talk. Please?"
Remus and Sirius shared a long complicated wordless conversation, before Sirius sighed.
"Begin." He waved a hand.