❝ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ? ❞

( where magnolia locks herself in her room )

MAGNOLIA AND HARRY WERE FIFTEEN. And it was a hard year for Sirius and Remus.

"Can't you just shut the fuck up?! I get it, okay?! I fucking get it!" Sirius screams, loud and violent downstairs. He ran his hands through his hair frustratedly as his boyfriend was sitting at the dining table annoyed.

A full moon was coming up, making his mood skyrocket and this past month... It seems like Sirius was finally done with it.

"I get your a werewolf and your senses are heightened and shit but that doesn't give you a fucking excuse to talk to me like that!"

"I'm not making fucking excuses! I'm tired and frustrated because you're not doing shit around here!" Remus roars back, slamming his hand on the table as he gets up.

"What are you talking about?! I got this fucking house paid off and have endless money come in — I have us fucking settled! What else do you want for me?"

"You said you wanted this. You wanted this family, so that includes helping out a little bit. Laundry, dishes, cooking, cleaning — oh I don't know, actually parent our daughter?"

"What are you even talking about?"

"Being a parent isn't being there best friend and making sure they like you — it's to coach and guide them! You saying yes to everything Magnolia asks for is raising a spoiled kid!" Remus remarks, throwing his arms up, "It's been like that ever since she was a baby! You've spoiled her and now she has a fucking panic attack every time I say no."

"She's a good kid, Remus! She deserves everything good for her—"

"Of course, she's a good fucking kid, Sirius but—" Magnolia sat at the bottom of the stairs, listening in on their argument.

It's been the same argument every night for a month now. And it was always after Magnolia would ask for something because Sirius would quickly say yes while Remus was always hesitant. So she started to stop asking for things for awhile and trying to be better at listening when her father says no to her.

But what shocked her the most and made her run into her room in tears was Sirius's choice of words.

"Remus, get it through your thick fucking skull — I never wanted to be a Pa! I was fine as the uncle that visited every once in awhile! I didn't ask for this, you did! Before what happened during Hogwarts, I never wanted kids... And now I'm stuck as a parent with someone who I don't think loves me as much as I love them and the parent to a crazy fucking kid that has our worst traits—"

There argument suddenly came to a halt at the sound of a stair creek. Remus threw Sirius a hard glare befote he suddenly realized how close in proximity he was with Sirius with this argument. His eyes soften and he backs away and slumps back into his chair. Sirius's hard breathing calms before it starts to race again when they hear Magnolia's foot steps sprint up the stairs. Her steps grew quieter before a door was closed and locked.

Sirius looked long and hard at Remus, tears pooling in his eyes. Remus couldn't look at him while that's all Sirius could do. And it angered him. He wanted to continue this conversation, he wanted Remus to understand him — he wanted Remus to tell him how he felt instead of just demanding things.

Remus finally looked at him as he started to hear him rummage. Sirius was angrily shrugging on his leather jacket, grabbing his keys and motorcycle helmet.

"Sirius, where are you going—"

"Don't fuck with me, Remus." Remus was silenced as Sirius looked at him with nothing but fury. "I-I can't stay here, okay? I'll be back tonight but I can't look at you. I need time to think."

"You can't just leave, Mags heard us!"

"Then you deal with her since your obviously the better fucking parent!"

"Sirius, she heard you say you didn't want her!" Remus screamed back, blocking Sirius's way from exiting the house. "She thinks somethings wrong with us. She thinks we don’t want her — we shouldn't be arguing like this with her around."

"Come on, Remus. She's known for weeks! We haven't been good for a long time. There is something wrong!" Remus's eyes started to tear up in realization as he shook his head.

"This is small, Sirius, we'll get over it—"

"Look, Remus. I love Magnolia. I'd do anything for that girl and I wouldn't go back in time and change anything because she makes it worth living. I regret for what I said earlier, I was angry—"

"Then, come with me and tell her that.... Tell her everything is okay."

"I'm not lying to her. I-I just have to go and cool off." Sirius walked around Remus as he stood frozen. Remus turned around and watched him walk off the porch.

"Padfoot?" Sirius stopped, turning on his motorcycle and looked at his boyfriend. The boyfriend stood on the porch with a sad expression, his arms wrapped around him, dressed in sweats and a brown knitted sweater. "We're okay, right? We can work thos out?"

Sirius stared off in front of him before sighing. He started backing up his motorcycle and putting on his helmet before stopping before getting on the road.

"Bye Remus."

~~~

There was a weird knocking pattern on her window, but Magnolia ignored it. She was on her beanbag at the corner of her room, immersed with the bag and covered with her fuzzy my little pony blanket and cuddling her emotional support stuffed animal wolf.

Remus tried coming to her room a few times, asking if she was okay or if she wanted to talk but she always said , "No, I'm fine, Dad."

She heard him come up to her door a few times not saying anything but trying to listen in and then sighing and walking away. Now it was Harry obnoxiously knocking on her window. Being neighbors and practically having identical houses, she could see his bedroom from hers and its the same from his room. They had a small roof top below there window so they could climb to each other's window from the others. There houses were so close it was only a five foot distance between there window ledges. So it was an easy jump.

"I'm not gonna stop knocking until you open your window." She heard him say, slightly muffled by him being on the opposite side of the window.

"Bloody hell." She mutters, angrily getting up from her depressed comfortable position on her bean bag.

His eyes widen as she approaches the window with a glare. Lifting the window, she takes a step back and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Why are you here?" Quickly catching his staring, he looks away from her and steps through the window with a sigh.

Silence overcomes them as he stands up, closes her window and stands in front of her. She kept her hard glare on him as she had to slightly look up at him. She hated his growth spurt and it was only gonna get worse.

"Magnolia—" As soon as she saw him spread out his arms, like he was going for a hug, she immediately snapped.

"Touch me, and I can't be held responsible for my actions."

"Just let it happen, Mags—"

"Harry, no!" She scowled, taking a step back as he just came forward. Before she could dart or hit him, he wrapped his arms around her arms.

"Mags, you can't fight this—"

"Harry, get your bloody hands off me!" She groans as he hugged her furiously, placing his head on to her chest as she groaned in his ear.

"It's okay, Mags, let it out. You don't have to be tough with me."

"I hate you."

"You love me."

There relationship changed over the years growing up together. She hated him — barely — less. And he was the same. Actually, his feelings for were completely flipping.

He used to hate how his heart would race when she'd enter a room. He used to hate how fast his head would turn when he'd gear her laugh. He used to hate how people would call her crazy and he found that side of her hot.

Okay, he stills hates it. He tries shoving them down because how could he like someone so insufferable? She loved to annoy him and he was so easy to tick off. It's the Evans in him. And its the Black/Taurus inside her.

"Okay, okay, fine. But I'm done now, stop touching me." He released her and she quickly shoved him away from her. She dusted herself off, shuddering before walking back to her beanbag.

"Have you showered? You smell like my Grandma Walburga's manor."

"You know, some people appreciate the smell of death." She quirked a smile, rolling her eyes as he plops down on her bed. Boredly, he grabs one of her magazines on her bed side table. Clearly not looking at the magazine in front of him, he slyly starts over at Magnolia.

She was wearing little blue cotton shorts with a flowy cropped David Bowie tee shirt. Her blonde hair was pulled into a messy long braid. Her long baby hairs framing her face and her silver blue eyes. Her tan skin was smooth as ever and he wanted nothing more than to feel for himself.

He tried taking his mind off her thick thighs that expanded when she sat down and threw the magazine on the bed. He laid on her floral patterned duvet and sighed dramatically.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" She asks, already knowing why he's here. She was curled into her beanbag as she flicks threw a muggle magazine her Lilyflower gave her. She insisted for her to call her that since she came James Prongs.

He puts his hands behind his head, staring up at her ceiling that still had the glow in the dark star stickers from when she was seven. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Did my dad send you here?" She wondered why he hasn't floated by her door in awhile.

"Actually no."

"Yeah, right." She laughs, not taking her eyes off her magazine while he sat up and looked at her.

"I'm being serious—"

"No, that's—"

"Mags." He stopped her. She looked at him under her eyelashes and smirked before shutting up and looking back at her magazine. "Your dad came over and I was sent to my room... But thanks to the magnificent house set up, I have a vent in my room that is right above the kitchen. And I heard everything."

"Convient." She mutters, pursing her lips as he sits up and looks at her.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." She says stiffly, trying to ignore the awkward feel in the air.

"Okay." He chipped, getting off her bed before walking towards her and her beanbag.

She chooses to ignore him and read but that was quickly interrupted as he plops himself beside her.

"HARRY!" She growled, almost getting launched in the air as he snatches her magazine. "Get off! You're fat ass can't fit!"

"Ooo what Beatles member are you? I personally think I'm a John Lennon—"

"Harry, get off me!" He was practically sitting on her as he leaned against her and had an arm around her shoulders. She sunk into the beanbag as they both barely fit.

"Oh Merlin! I have the biggest crush on Jennifer Aniston—"

"HARRY, THIS ISN'T FAIR!"

~~~

"Do you think I'm spoiled?" It's been an hour, and she finally cracks.

Harry shrugs and sucks in a breath. They both were on her bed now. Her back was against her wall and legs outstretched on her bed. Harry was beside her but the opposite way. His back was laying on the bed while his feet and legs were propped against the wall.

"Yeah, I'd say so—"

"Damn, okay, that was quick." He lets out a laugh as she rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm just being honest!" He teases, sitting up by leaning on his elbows, looking up at her. "Come on, Mags, be realistic. We're both spoiled, even Daisy — bloody hell, she's horrifyingly spoiled."

"Yeah, I know..." She mutters, pulling her knees to her chest. He stares at her for awhile before getting up and sitting beside her.

As much as he knew she didn't want him touching her, he put his arm around her shoulders anyway. She groans in agony but doesn't push him away as she leaned her head against his chest.

"I hate you."

"I know you love me." He quirks, kissing the top of her head as she sank into his warmth.

"Mags?"

"Hm?" She hums, staring off across her room as her white Persian cat jumped on her bed.

"I hate your cat—"

"Oh my god—"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, come back!" He laughs, tightening his hold around her as she clamps back against him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Yes, you did."

"Okay, fine, your cat hates me, so therefore I hate him back." She couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head.

"Lucifer doesn't hate you, you just are mean to him and he doesn't like that." She remarks, tracing the cat scars on Harry's forearm.

"That cat is a bloody — you know what — no, this isn't what I wanted to get into." As Lucifer cuddled up against Magnolia's legs, Harry finally spoke of what he wanted to say. He tightened his grip on Mags and placed his head on hers.

"I hope you know, Sirius and Remus don't regret you." His words and tone made her heart beat hard and loud. She felt like she couldn't breathe as she scoffed a laugh.

"Harry—"

"Magnolia, I need you to know that." She sits up and looks at him contorted, never seeing him this serious.

She stared into his green eyes before biting on the inside of her cheek. Running a hand through her long hair, she moved away from. The absence of each other's warmth, making them both shudder.

"Then, why are they so sad... Why didn't Ma stay with me?"

"They're sad because they have there own issues right now and it has nothing to do with you. Nothing." His tone was sharp and emotional, she furrowed her eyebrows as tears swelled in her eyes.

"And Eva... Well, we know she's practically just that fun aunt that comes around every so often. She birthed you and whatever but we all know it's Sirius that's your Ma. Remus and Sirius are your mom and dad, okay? And they love you to death."

It took a few more times for it to get through her head that it wasn't her fault that Sirius and Remus were having a rough patch. And they said certain things they didn't mean. She believed everything he said but she couldn't help but think of the negatives as her doings.

"So if you and Pads breath off.... What's gonna happen to Maggie?" Lily and Remus, both look at James with confused expressions.

"What?"

"I mean, like is it spoiler custody? He gets her one week and then on Fridays you guys switch or—"

"She's my kid, James. She'll stay stay with me." Remus responds like that was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Um, I don't know... I feel like he's try to take you up to court for joint custody"

"No, he wouldn't, honey." Lily laughs, shaking her head. "And stop talking like that, they're gonna be fine, they'll get over this and back to being Papa and Mama Bear."

"I'm just saying, as much as he says — he bloody loves that girl. I'm 110% sure that he believes he birthed that girl, and even though we know that isn't true, he'd make us question it could be a small possibility that he did actually birth her and Eva was just there."

"James, me and Sirius are just fine." Remus emphasizes, almost like he's also trying to convince himself.

authors note ! ! !

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at least har and mags are somewhat getting along