"Can you call it advent?" Remus asked.

"Call what advent?" James replied, still busy with his work. "Don't stare, Harry," he told his son, who had just about the most significant truth bomb dropped upon him. James moved his hand to close Harry's mouth with his fingers, continuing his work.

Sirius chuckled. "The being.. well, y'know,"

James looked up. "Advent means coming into view. So, no, this, yes Harry- you being Royalty is not worth dying over, and I'll call our being royal 'this'- is not, I believe, called an advent,"

"How are you so normal about this?"

"I knew my whole life,"

"And you?" He asked Sirius.

"I just found out that my husband and son are royalty," Sirius said. "But I don't think screaming will help,"

"Love, you're married to me," He smirked. "You're royalty," Sirius stared open-mouthed.

"I?"

"How have you beaten Peter for knowledge about the Muggle World but have no idea what being married to royalty means?" Sirius still stared, so James kissed him.

"So I am?"

"Lord Sirius Potter," James replied. "At least once you come home with me. Now you know why I wanted to take your name here?" Sirius nodded.

"Prince Harry Potter. I can live with that,"

James face got serious. "Be careful about who you tell, okay?" The nodded. "Not as safe as you think. Get ready for royal courts and distance and people bowing down. And some weird looks,"

"When are we going towards yours, then?" Remus asked. "I can come, right?"

James chuckled. "Of course you can, mate. You guys won't be allowed by me until Dad recognises you lot as his own," He said apologetically.

"So I should enjoy you while I can. What should we do to impress your Dad?"

"Keep the Pureblood manners. Bow down when you first meet my Dad, also bow down to my Mum. Maybe don't mention or do magic until we're alone. Wear your best clothes. Why are you planning to impress him?"

"You did answer," Harry said. "There is some reason,"

"Fair enough. Call me Prince Potter and my parents, King Fleamont and Queen Euphemia," James looked at them. "It'll be fine. You worry too much,"

"It's royalty!"

"You're royalty, Harry," He pointed out.

"So when are we going?"

"When they send an invitation," James replied.

"To what? When? Can I go?" Peter said.

"Hey, Peter," Remus said.

"You can come with us to meet my parents," James responded. "I'll write to them," He got up. "Fill him in, will you?"

"Sure, your Royal Highness," Remus said.