“Papa,” Harry started, pausing the movie he had been watching on the television (Regulus still finds it a strange machine).
“What is it, Harry?” Regulus asked, looking down at the boy.
Harry blinked up at him, “If you weren’t married to Dad and Mum, who would you want to date?”
“Oi, what type of question is that?” James asked with a laugh.
“It’s not your turn, Dad. It’s Papa’s turn.” Harry huffed.
Regulus thought about it for a moment. Who would he date if was he not with James and Lily? The answer was simple enough, “Remus, obviously.”
Harry nodded as if that were some important piece of information that he should jot down. He turned to James, “And you, Dad?”
“Why are you asking, anyway?” James huffed.
Harry shrugged, “Curiosity.”
That seemed as good an answer as any for James, one arm around Regulus and the other around Lily, who hummed dramatically, “Oh, a hundred percent Moony. No doubt about it.”
“Ah,” Harry said, he looked at Lily, “Mum?”
Lily didn’t look up from her books, “Remus. He’s so sweet. The perfect man, really.”
Harry turned to Mary, “Auntie Mary, who would you want to date?”
“Oh, Remus, probably. He would treat me right.” Mary winked, “That or your Mum.”
“Mary,” Lily laughed.
Harry gagged, making Regulus and the others laugh. There was never a dull moment in a home full of immature adults raising a child more or less together. “Uncle Wormy! What about you?”
Peter looked thoughtful for a moment, “Remus. He’s the most husband material.”
“Auntie Dorcas?” Harry turned, “Who would you date?”
“Lovely Lupin.” Dorcas said, “If I hadn’t realized I were a lesbian, I probably would have pursued him.”
Harry nodded, “Auntie Marlene?”
Marlene grinned, “Lupin, any day of the week. If I weren’t with Cassy.”
Harry turned two the last two. One grinning smugly while the other buried his head in his book, “I think you know my answer, Harry.” Sirius grinned.
“That’s not how you play the game.” Harry pouted.
Sirius stuck his tongue out like a child, “That’s how I play.”
“Shut up, Sirius,” Remus groaned.
Sirius hugged Remus around the waist, “I’m the lucky one,” Sirius sang unashamedly.
“Uncle Moony?” Harry said.
Remus pushed Sirius off of him, his face red, “Yes, Harry?”
“Who would you date if you weren’t with Uncle Padfoot?” Harry asked.
“Bowie.”
“Excuse me!?”