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“Ronald Billus Weasley! You better not wake that boy up!” Molly’s shrill voice rang out from downstairs, yet somehow Harry could still hear it all the way up in his room at 12 Grimwald Place, effectively waking him up.
“But mum he’s been asleep for hours-“ Came Ron’s reply
“He deserves it! Let him sleep, come help me here!”
“Fine” Ron grumbled and there was the distant sound of him walking off.
Harry groaned and rolled over, chasing the dream that was already slipping away.
It had been his first good dream in a good long while. Instead of Cedric’s death on repeat, it had been flashes of a baby laughing? He could have sworn his dad was there.
Harry shifted and slowly got out of bed, shuffling to the bathroom. Was there a snitch in it? He flipped on the light and splashed some water in his face.
‘There were definitely gray eyes’ Harry thought, glancing up into the mirror
Gray eyes that were staring right back at him
But that was impossible! Harry has green eyes. Just like his mum. That was a fact of life. ‘Looks like his dad, has eyes like his mum’
Except… his eyes weren’t the only thing to change. His skin had darkened slightly, along with his hair, which was now curlier. His jaw had sharpened as well.
Some of the changes made him look, well, made him look like Sirius.
Ignoring the pang in his heart at the thought, he tried to come up with an explanation.
…
The only logical answer Harry could come up with is that Voldemort cursed him or simply ‘Malfoy’ … because, yeah, Harry’s a genius that way.
He grabbed for the makeup that Hermione had left out, trying to dab at his face with the powder, in hope that it would pale him.
The young wizard then ran back into his room, throwing on a jumper and covering his hair with the hood, his glasses would just have to cover his eyes.
Then, with a deep breath, he went to confront Sirius.
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Regulus smiled down at the squirming newborn in his arms, his son, a little boy who looked just like James, but with Regulus’s eyes and hair. He felt like he was on the top of the world, but the higher you are, the farther you fall.
“How ya feeling”, came a voice from the doorway. James stood, leaning against the frame, smiling softly at the scene in front of him.
“Tired, but the potions are working wonders,” Regulus replied, glancing back down, cooing, “Isn’t he beautiful?”
The bed shifted as James sat down next to him “He looks like you”.
Regulus hummed blissfully, “More like you.”
James’s voice was tight as he said, “He looks enough like you.”
Regulus looked up. He felt his heart drop at the sadness in his husbands eyes, they were full of guilt and grief where they usually held joy and laughter, now the man he loved looked like he’d love nothing more than to hold Regulus and his newborn son in his arms and protect them from the world resting on his shoulders.
“Reg, he can’t look like you, not while he’s supposed to be Lily’s son, and I know, I hate it too, but it’s too dangerous.” James voice was strained, he looked like he was doing everything not to cry.
The curly haired boy swallowed and replied, trying to keep his words steady but feeling some anxiety break through, “Well? What can we do about it? A simple spell won’t be enough, and we can’t simply put contacts in and change his hair.”
James leaned forward and brushed his sons hair gently, not meeting his husbands eyes as he said, “Hopefully we don’t have to do anything long lasting, a simple glamour would be able to keep his eyes unnoticeable until we figure out something else,” He looked up, and pressed his forehead gently against Regulus’s, his words carrying hope, “I don’t want to hide forever.”
“James?” The two of them broke apart to look at Lily standing, voice wavering in the doorway, “Dumbledore is here, he wants to speak to us,” her gaze settled on the baby in Regulus’s arms, “He says it’s urgent.”