Let us all be Hufflepuffs

A loud CRACK! was heard as two figures appeared in front of the small but quaint house. When the occupants of the house heard the noise, they dropped everything they did, and immediately went for the door. A childish squeal rang loud and clear before the door was opened. Just before the child and his parents came out, one of the visitors crouched on the ground and Transformed into a dog.

“Pup pup!” Little Harry Potter yelled happily as he squirmed in his mother’s arms, his chubby fingers reaching out for the dog.

“It’s Padfoot, kid,” James Potter corrected, rolling his eyes jokingly. “Your uncle is much too ugly, and not to mention old, to be called such an adorable name.”

But Harry James Potter was every bit as stubborn as his parents were. Shaking his head in objection, he stuck a pouty lip as he said, “No! Pup pup! Pup pup!”

“Give it up, James,” Lily laughed as she lowered her son to the ground so the boy could great his beloved ‘Pup Pup’ properly, who was none other than his Godfather Sirius Black. “He inherits your stubbornness remember? Besides, you’ve called Sirius way worse names.”

“Your wife is right. Hello, Lils,” Remus said, hugging the ginger in greetings. “And we all know that when Lily’s right, you better listen to her.”

“Traitor,” James spat, but it was obvious that he didn’t mind it from the way he hugged the werewolf. Looking down at his other best friend whose belly was now being rubbed by his son, James childishly decided to step on Sirius’ tail, causing the dog to yelp. Smirking, the Chaser said, “And hello to you too, Pup Pup. You make a great dog; didn’t I tell you that?”

The dog’s grey eyes glared at James in a way that reminded everyone the true nature of the canine. Putting his paws on Harry’s shoulders, the dog began to change into his human form. The paws changed into hands, and he quickly shifted the little tot so he could hold Harry safely in his arms. When the little boy whined in disappointment, the Pureblood winked at his Godson and blew raspberries against Harry’s tummy, causing the boy to giggle.

“Your dad is a big meanie, Fawn,” Sirius said as he directed a scowl at his best friend. “He doesn’t love your poor Pup Pup.”

“Bad Daddy!” Harry yelled, his face squinted funnily in his effort to look angry at James. It only lasted for awhile before he burst into a merry laughter.

“That’s right, kiddo. Your Dad is evil. But at least I have you, don’t I? You love me, don’t you, Harry?”

“Yeah! Wuv you, Pup Pup!”

“I can’t believe it! He stole my son! This is preposterous!” James said, dramatically clutching his heart in betrayal. “My own son, in my own house!”

“Oh, shut it, you dramatic arse,” Lily mock-scolded, dragging James inside the house as she beckoned her guests to follow her.

“Next thing I know, he’ll be stealing my wife!”

“James Fleamont Potter!”

“Moony! Back me up here!”

“Sorry, Prongs. I’m not getting in between your domestic dispute with Lily.” ——- *twenty seven years later*

A loud CRACK! was heard as a figure of a tall-man with fiery red hair appeared. Not far from where he was standing, an eight-year-old child with vibrant purple hair, who was entertaining his ‘brothers’ with his Metamorphmagus abilities, turned his head toward him. The tall ginger bent down as he waved at his nephews, and lowered the small bundle he was holding on the ground. Once the kids saw what was inside the bundle of blanket, they couldn’t help themselves and began to run toward the man and the bundle in excitement.

“Harry, look! Ron just brought us a dog!” Purple haired Teddy Lupin yelled at his Godfather, who came out to greet his brother-in-law.

“Yeah, Daddy,” his oldest James piped in at the same time his youngest Albus said, “It’s Pup Pup!”

At twenty eight, Harry James Potter, Saviour of the wizarding world, youngest Head Auror to ever hold the position, felt like he was brought back to one of his earliest memories. Staring at the black dog, with thick fur and grey eyes that reminded him of someone else, Harry knelt on the ground and opened his arms. The puppy, noticing that the new human was good, came bounding into Harry’s arms.

Molly noticed it a lot in the weeks following. It started with Ginny and a note left for Molly when she came back from town one afternoon.

“Hey mum, gone down the road to play some Quidditch, be back by dinner. Love Ginny” 

It was in the Gs and the way she wrote Mum specifically but seeing the handwriting put a lump in her throat and burning tears in her eyes.

The next was Ron, he was home studying for his Auror training and he was having a hard time. She heard him stomping and throwing his book against the wall and the sound made her dizzy.

A little later Percy would come home for a visit and when he walked through the door with a “mornin’ mum” she felt her legs buckle below her and she needed to lean on the table to stay upright.

Then a package came from Charlie, inside was a picture of him with a new dragon and the way the light struck his eyes made her gasp for air and hold her chest.

Bill came by the house one evening and kicked his boots off by the door, spreading dirt all over the hall and when she walked through the door she almost cursed HIM and when the words were in her throat she realized whos boots they were, the words caught in her throat and she dropped the bags she had been carrying. 

The worst of all was about a month and a half later, the first time George joined them for a real meal. She walked into the kitchen and saw him sitting at the table from behind and leaving the room sunk to the floor in the hallway crying.

Ginny had Fred’s handwriting.

Ron had Fred’s temper.

Percy had Fred’s voice and enunciation.

Charlie had Fred’s eyes.

Bill had Fred’s mannerisms.