CHAPTER 1

:”Be honest with me ok? How many times has someone asked you if you are adopted? But be honest with me. Because I get asked about this everytime I show someone my family photo or I tell them Luna is my sister. Every damn time. And I hate to drop the complicated family lore to the people everyday. Like how do I explain that I’m not adopted when I am literally with Indian roots and my dad and sister look like plain, white paper sheets and mom who's half black. Troublesome, isn't it? I look the most unique out of them, yet I have the most basic ass name ever. Like my name is Harry, my sister is named after a goddamn moon, my dad after a star and mom after a Greek mythology character. Respectfully what the fuck.”

Hermione looked me dead in the eyes. We were sitting in my room and supposed to be doing a school presentation about something connected to a better environment or at least that's what I think we should be doing. But here we are eating grapes and talking about shit for more than two hours straight.

“Mate I think you are forgetting she IS indeed adopted so she must hear that pretty often” Ron said with a mouth full of grapes.“She has two dads after all.”

“Oh, of course I know but you get my point right?”

“No, not really.” Luna said dreamy. She was the only one except Hermione who was actually doing something with our work. “But I would pretty much understand if you would nicely help us with the presentation.”

“You too Ron” Hermione said glaring at him across the room. He made a finger gun and pretended to shoot her. She rolled her eyes at him and got back to checking a bunch of books for information.

A made a frustrated noise not really knowing what to do with myself as I fell back on bed. Ron was murmuring something about the lack of grapes. And Luna was humming something suspiciously similar to one of Aurora's songs. 

“Okay I’m going to get something to drink. Does anyone want anything?” I stood up from the bed and tried to get through a sea of papers on the floor. 

“Yeah mate, bring more grapes,” Ron said cheerily, handing me the bowl.

“And could you make me some more black coffee please?” Hermione asked, giving me her cup. “I’ll need more of it since we are only half way through the project.”

“Would be done much faster if one of you would help” Luna declared with a grin.

“I thought you wanted a good grade for this.” I teased ruining her hair.

“We both know you aren’t an idiot”

“Shhh… You’re ruining my reputation”

“What reputation?”

“Fuck you”

I headed to the kitchen and found my parents working with the papers all over the kitchen table. Mom put her blonde dreads in a high bun on top of her head with baby hair all over her forehead and back of the neck. She had one of Xenos old sweaters way too big for her with her shoulder off. Fresh and energetic. Dad on the other hand looked like he spent all night at a heavy metal concert. Pale with even more visible eyebags because of black curls falling in his eyes. He had one of these old band shirts that could be either his brothers or my biological dad. Guess I’ll never know.

“How’s the project going?” Mom asked me after closing her computer. 

“We’re like half way through I guess.”

“Oh that's great. Will you be done in three hours?” Dad asked me yawning.”Rosiers and Remus are coming over.”

“Yeah, three hours is enough.” I answered, turning the kettle on. 

“Wait, is that my sweater you’re wearing right now?” 

“Reg it’s not yours, you stole it from Remuses closet when we visited him a week ago.” Mom said with the same dreamy character in her voice as Luna. 

“Well, but it’s my favourite one! It’s the most patterned sweater ever. And also don’t act like you don’t have at least two Remuses sweaters in you closet”

“Everyone in the house owns at least one Remuses sweater.” I added.

“See Dora, even Harry is on my side.” He said, biting into his plain toast. 

They had a short discussion about how much they love uncle Moony's sweaters. We all love uncle Moony jumpers. I still can’t quite believe that they are married. I mean, yeah I get they aren’t serious with this marriage because the only reason why they are together is that it’s easier to get into good schools for children of married couples, but the fact that it goes on for fifteen years is hilarious. 

I made the coffee for Hermione and got more grapes for Ron. Going back to my room I could still hear my moms voice laughing at my dad for some stupid shit he said.