Like Bowie

Like Bowie

Based on an anonymous request, Wolfstar raising Harry

"Paddy? Moons?" Harry's small voice rang out into the sitting area, jolting Sirius from his half-asleep state.

Lifting his head off of Remus's lap, he looked over to the six-year-old, who was currently on the floor, frozen in the middle of playing with a toy Quidditch set. "Yeah, Haz?" Sirius responded, his voice soft.

"The kids at school keep asking me about my scar," Harry said, his tone a bit sad. "They said it's weird and scary."

Immediately, Sirius felt a sharp pang of hurt in his chest. Ever since he and Remus had taken Harry in after James and Lily had died, his overprotectiveness had been almost debilitating, and it was no secret that Harry sometimes struggled with accepting and understanding the things that had happened when he was only an infant. it had been an argument between the two of them about if they should even send Harry to Muggle school, and now the kids were treating him like this? Merlin, if they only knew.

But Remus sat up as well, looking gently between Sirius and Harry. "Progslet, do you remember us telling you about Bowie?"

Harry pondered this for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, he's the one that Pads wants to hold hands with," he answered, giggling a bit.

Sirius let out a bark of laughter at that.

"Not quite," Remus answered patiently, smiling as well. "But we like him, right? He's not scary?"

"No," Harry answered immediately. "He's cool."

"Well, let me show you something," the taller man continued, waving his wand so a record levitated from a shelf.

Sirius and Harry both looked at Aladdin Sane, with an image of David Bowie himself on the cover, a huge lightning bolt painted across his face.

"See? Bowie loved lightning bolts. He would have thought your scar was so cool," Remus explained earnestly, smiling at Harry.

The little boy gasped, eyes huge. "Wow! I'm cool, just like Bowie!"

Sirius laughed at his amazement, knot in his stomach loosening. "That you are, Haz!"

And as Harry turned back to his toys, worries forgotten, Sirius looked at Remus adoringly. "You're amazing, you know," he murmured, his heart full and light.

"As are you," Remus smiled, leaning back onto the couch, pulling Sirius back to him.

I love you, I love you, I love you. He does, and he does, and he does. Love is a verb, because it's something you do. Regulus is doing it. He's been doing it for a long time. Maybe not in the best way throughout, not always, but doing it all the same.

- Regulus Black, Crimson Rivers

Slipping thru my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute.

✨Art teacher AU part. 7✨ The graduation

Padfoot, the dog you are 🐾🌧️☔️

Context: Regulus is Harry's art teacher, James is the one that picks him up and has a huge crush on Regulus, and Harry, being Harry, tells him.

This will be a series.... I think.

Art teacher and daddy AU part.4

I was a bit hesitant to post these ones, but my patrones encouraged me to do it.

It's a slow burn guys, they cannot date when Regulus is still Harry's teacher, so bare with me on these two ♡

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They gifted Reg a sketchbook, and James put a secret note all the way to the end ♡