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—THE NEXT DAY, REMUS AND SIRIUS WALKED INTO RIGEL'S ROOM. Whatever they expected, was not this.
Their 2-year old daughter was asleep on their son's chest, who was holding her tightly and was also asleep.
"Oh Merlin, they're adorable." Sirius whispered in awe.
"I agree." His husband whispered back, also in awe.
"Should we wake them up?"
"We have to. Rigel has to start packing."
Sirius groaned. "But they're so cute!"
Remus smiled, kissing his husband's head. "I'm sure Ri will now start being like this... hopefully." He whispered the last part.
Sirius stayed quiet, watching as his husband walked over to them and woke Cierra, who was still sleepy.
Remus held Cierra on his hip and woke Rigel up, who immediately glared at him. "You've got to start packing, Ri." Remus said.
"Now?" Rigel asked, wanting to go back to sleep.
"Yes. Come downstairs and eat breakfast, then start packing." said Remus, walking out of the room with his daughter on his hip and his husband following behind.
Rigel groaned and stood up, walking into the bathroom for a shower.
••
"Where the fuck is my sweater?!" Rigel shouted across the manor.
"With your other sweaters!" Someone shouted back.
"Oh my God, why didn't I think of that?!" Rigel sarcastically said.
"Because you're Sirius' son— you're dumb." Tom walked in, throwing a sweater at him that he just picked up from the ground.
Rigel caught it midair, looking at him in question. "Where'd you find it?"
"It was on the floor right there." Tom pointed to the back of his door as if it was obvious, looking at Rigel in an 'are you dumb?' look.
"Oh." mumbled Rigel. "Right."
"Merlin, Rigel, how many quills do you have?" asked Tom, pointing at his many quills.
Rigel shrugged. "I lost count after the 11th one."
"21."
"What?"
"You've got 21 quills." Tom answered after he finished counting.
"Give me the black one, would you?"
"Which black one? You've got 7 black quills." Tom pointed out.
Rigel looked up from the trunk in his hands, "The one with the Black family crest on it."
Tom nodded, grabbing it and handing it over to Rigel, who put it in his trunk.
"You're done packing?" Rigel asked.
"Yeah. Figured I should help you, knowing how messy you are."
"I am not messy."
"Really?" Tom pointed to his semi-messy room.
Rigel waved his hand once, both of them watching as the room started to sort itself out and all the messiness was gone. "Really."
Tom rolled his eyes, while Rigel went back to packing.
••
Sirius frowned as soon as they apparated to their new... home... for the summer.
12 Grimmauld Place.
Remus immediately held his husband's hand, his other hand holding his daughter's.
••
"—and that's your room." Sirius pointed to a room at the end of the hallway.
Rigel nodded, thanked him, and walked over to the room.
He opened the door and looked around.
The room was dusty and untouched, indicating that it has not been inhabited for many years.
The Slytherin colours of emerald and silver were everywhere, draping the bed, the walls, and the windows.
The Black family crest was painstakingly painted over the bed, along with its motto 'Toujours Pur'.
Beneath this was a collection of yellow newspaper cuttings, all stuck together to make a ragged collage.
Rigel put his trunk down and walked over to the newspapers, eyebrows rising at the titles:
'Dark Lord rising?!'
'—Muggle family murdered—'
'—He-who-must-not-be-named!'
'Followers rising each day—'
'—They call themselves 'Death Eaters'—'
Rigel stopped reading, burning the papers wandlessly. "Kreacher."
The old house-elf popped in, eyes widening at the room. "This room was master Regulus'. Master Rigel staying in master Regulus room?"
"Yes." Rigel nodded after a few seconds of silence. "Clean the room up."
