Marauders age regression one shots

Accepted and Adored

It had taken some time, but now, everyone at Hogwarts knew about Sirius's regression. From the professors to the students, they'd all come to understand that sometimes Sirius just needed to be...well, little. And, to Sirius's delight, they didn't just accept it—they embraced it.

Every day was filled with small gestures of kindness. The Gryffindors often saved him extra treats at meals, and the Hufflepuffs would bring him flowers they found on the grounds. Even some of the Slytherins occasionally left candy or small toys at his usual spots in the common room, secretly supportive of their fellow classmate.

Remus was always there to guide Sirius when he slipped, but Hogwarts itself had become a haven. In Potions, Professor Slughorn had made a point to keep a jar of colorful potion ingredients nearby to let Sirius "help" measure or mix—something Sirius adored. Professor 

McGonagall had a small, soft chair in the Transfiguration classroom just for him, so he could curl up comfortably when he felt small.

And on weekends, the other Marauders would indulge him, giving him the attention he'd always craved. James would let him borrow his Quidditch scarf, wrapping it around Sirius like a cape, and Peter would sit with him, patiently listening to him babble about magical creatures.

But it was Remus who made sure Sirius felt safe, day in and day out. "You're loved, Sirius," he reminded him gently whenever Sirius looked overwhelmed by the attention, as if he couldn't believe how much people cared. "And it's not just because you're little. It's because you're you."

Sirius would blush, biting back a grin, and cuddle close to Remus, letting that warmth sink in. For once, he didn't feel like he had to be loud or brash to be noticed. He was adored just as he was, surrounded by people who made him feel at home.