Petites histoires trans and other small works

How to have parents ? (eng)

Harry had been living with Sirius and Remus for a while now. They were raising him, and in some way, they had been his parents more than anyone else now. He wanted to let them know that, to have them be aware of how much they mattered to him.

Yet, calling them "mom" and "dad" or something (after all they were both non-binary, what if he turned out offending them ?) felt like a terrible idea. He wanted to ask them about it but having that conversation would be awkward and how does one start calling someone dad when they're fifteen ?

He had asked Ron and he had told him that calling Bill dad had started out as a joke and then he grew used to it.

He had asked Draco who said he didn't really call Tonks anything because they despised both genders and honorifics so he was yet to find anything better than 'flatmate' or 'cousin' which was what he was supposed to call them already.

In last resort, he had asked Hermione who called back upon her memory and said she hadn't ever read about it and that now with the war well she was too busy researching defence and offence spells that could protect them to actually look it up. She did say however to directly ask them. Harry didn't want that, because then maybe they would decide they didn't want him anymore and he would have to go back to calling someone who didn't deserve it an Uncle.

So now he was kind of stuck.

That was, of course, until he actually made a plan. He only had to fake calling them dad accidentally until it was a thing. That could work. Maybe. It was worth a try.

He was in the kitchen, preparing a meal for them because Sirius had to get to their regularly scheduled appointment with one of Saint Mungo's mind healers and Remus was going with him. The lqtter had proposed ordering takeout instead but Harry declined his proposition, saying that he would have to know how to cook anyway. Now he was adding the final touches and, remembering his plan, called the both of his godparents.

-Dads ! Dinner's ready, come down before I eat it myself !

One of the great things with getting to live with his parents was that he actually got to make these stupid threats. He took the three plates he had prepared and put them on the kitchen's bar. He took the chair that had him face the stairs and waited has he heard the sound of Padfoot running his way before letting Sirius take back his form. The analistic part of Harry's brain told him it meant that their therapy session had gone well. Remus arrived back as well, then freezed when she -her middle finger's ring had turned pink and Harry mentally corrected his use of her pronouns- was midstair. Although she didn't acknowledge it out loud, she had just realized she'd been called a dad. Seeing Remus' face sent Sirius and Padfoot into a convesation that must have been passionate from the way their facial expressions were giving slight changes, possibly as one of them surfaced more to say what they had to say. This wasn't especially rare when they were at home.

Remus was thoughtful for a while while she was eating Harry's food.

-You know, when we married, Sirius and I actually planned on having kids.

Sirius nodded enthusiastically, probably postponing his disscussion with Padfoot.

-I wanted them to call me Papa because well... I've still been raised partly in France so it made sense.

Harry nodded and asked himself if that meant they were allowing him to call him that.

-I was thinking about going by both Mom and Dad depending on the day, since well I tend to fluctuate anyway.

A part of him didn't dare ask if it was okay to call them that, but the part of him that loved and respected Hermione told him that now was the best possible moment to ask, so he did.

-Can I call you that from now on, then ? I-

feel this is right, need to, want you to know how much you matter to me. That didn't end up leaving his lips, he didn't have it in him to say that. Sirius held out a hand to mess with his hair, which was an annoying but endearing. He knew it made him look like a small puppy and for some reason it didn't make him want to snap something in two when it was Sirius' gentle hand who did that.

-Of course you can do that, son. You're ours now.

And Papa was right, Harry truly was one of theirs, he belonged at their side. That thought was enough to make him want to cry which attracted Mom's attention more, she slipped around the bar and took Harry in her arms and he felt small, but small as in protected, not small as in defensless and it felt a little bit good.

-I love you Mom, I love you Papa