why'd you only call me you're high?

Prologue

Vega Arya Enger Lupin - Black was a half-blood. Her biological Mom a Scottish witch and her father an African American muggle. She wondered if her mother had flaming red hair or freckles, she wondered if her father was the sort to wear a tie or throw on the nearest jumper. She liked to imagine they both had heavy accents of their respective countries, all she could do was imagine since they had died when she was only four months old. 

Both of her parents were murdered by death eaters during the rise of Voldemort. She had been in the room when it happened, of course, she doesn't remember it and no one else seems to either. Harry Potter was famous because he was the boy who lived. The boy whose parents died in front of him as an infant. the boy who shared the exact same story as her and many others, only the others didn't have a cool scar. 

Her parents, Beckett and Rowen Enger died on January 13th, 1982. Some death eaters wanted revenge on Muggle-borns. They had two friends that they trusted more than anyone, those friends were Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. Before Beckett and Rowen died, they wrote that Sirius or Remus should be the God-father of their only child. 

1982

"Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin, I trust you know why you're here." The Minister said. 

"No, Not really. Our best friends just died and you called us here, just to find you in a bloody dress!" Sirius shot at him. 

"It is a cloak, Mr. Black." The minister corrected. 

"Could you just tell us why we're here?" Asked Remus in an annoyed tone, he just shot Sirius a pointed look. 

"As you know, Mr. and Mrs. Enger had a child." Sirius just looked at the man with a dull expression. "Well, They have left the child-"

"Vega." Remus spoke. 

"I'm sorry?" The minister looked at him confused. 

"Vega. Her name is Vega. And her parents just died and she is only four months old, now where is she?" Remus had his arms crossed and looked as if he were ready to reach across the long wooden table and strangle the minister. 

"That's what I'm getting to Mr. Lupin. Mr. and Mrs. Enger have left the child in your care. You can choose who keeps her amongst yourselves. There is only one complication..." Remus and Sirius looked at the man as if he had three eyes. This was all so much information in such a short time. 

"Well, what is the complication?" The black-haired man asked. 

"Whoever keeps her is going to have to get married before they can take her." He explained.

"What?" Sirius exclaimed loudly. 

"The child needs - Vega needs two parental figures in her lives at such a young age, and I very highly doubt one of you would be enough to take care of her."

"But- but- I don't have a girlfriend let alone a wife." Sirius shouted at the man. 

"I'm sorry Mr. Black but rules are rules." The minister stacked up the legal documents as he stood from his chair. "I will give you a few moments to decide between yourselves." He then walked out the door, leaving the men alone with their thoughts. 

"What are we going to do, Moony? We can't leave that poor baby alone, not when Beck and Ro are counting on us." 

"I know Sirius, but who would want to marry a scarred werewolf or a functional alcoholic?" Moony said as he flopped down on the chair. 

"I have an idea."

"Uh-oh."

"I'm serious, Moons!"