Title: Family Reunion
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Length: 336
Author notes: I want to caveat this by saying that I in no way agree with the ideology of She Who Must Not Be Named. This is an AU which I've been toying with for a while, in which Sirius and Remus have a daughter, and Sirius' innocence is proven after the events of PoA. In my mind, Sirius is a trans man.
Summary: A reunion takes place in the middle of the night in the Hospital Wing.


It was the middle of the night when Posy Lupin was awoken by Professor Sprout and taken up to the Hospital Wing. She knew instantly why this was. It was the full moon, and her father must have asked for her when he came back to himself. She trudged along sleepily, hoping that he only wanted to have a cuddle and a sleep. She wasn’t much in the mood for talking.

To her surprise, when they reached the Hospital Wing, her father was outside. “What’s going on, Dad?” she asked in confusion.

He smiled gently. “There’s someone in there who wants to see you very much.”

“Who?”

He took both her hands and looked at her seriously. “Your Papa. We’ve proved he’s innocent.”

Her eyes swam with tears. It had been 12 years since she last saw her Papa. “Then, he can come home?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

Together, they went into the Hospital Wing. The form in the bed they went to was barely recognisable as the man in the photographs around their home.

“Papa?” she whispered.

His eyes opened and he smiled. “There she is,” he said, his voice shaking with emotion. “My baby.”

She let her tears fall then as she stepped forward and enveloped him in a hug. His arms came up to hug her in return, and she was surrounded by the smell of him. It was achingly familiar, reminding her of comfort and bright laughter.

“Gently,” her Dad murmured from behind her.

She drew back, looking at both of them.

“I’m fine, Remus,” her Papa protested. “Stop fussing. You can lie down with me, sweetheart. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

She lowered herself carefully onto the bed and felt the thin arms wrap around her. She snuggled into her Papa’s warm embrace, wondering idly what Madam Pomfrey would have to say when she found them. Her Dad sat in a chair at the bedside, and she smiled at the looks the two men gave each other as they held hands.