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They go to see the secret gems of Scandinavia first. Harry tags along at the beginning of the summer, and they go gradually to the south, until they get sick of sweating and getting sunburned. Lydia drags him to Canada and they stay there until Christmas break, when Lydia decides she’s done with travelling for a while and wants to redecorate Grimmauld Place.
He watches as Lydia turns his ghastly house into a proper house. She goes by each room, taking his mother’s portrait with her and they change every corner. He allows himself to let go of his bitterness and regrets because he’s decided they will never be moving out of this house. It was an abrupt decision but necessary.
It was when Lydia told him she wants to adopt three boys, and that she’ll name them Evan, Regulus and Barty.
It’s not that the names cause jealousy in him anymore. It causes rage. He won’t be that person who sees another person when he looks at his children and he won’t let Lydia do that to herself either.
They get married in a small ceremony, in the reformed Grimmauld Place in front of his bawling mother’s portrait. After that, she takes it upon herself to plan Remus and Tonks’ wedding, then Bill and Fleur’s. She gets quite the reputation, and keeps busy with that until she gets bored.
She keeps expanding their zoo and gets into a fight with other residents of the street and proceeds to buy the houses from the ones that cause her the most trouble.
Her afternoons are ever changing, a deliberate chaos but her nights and mornings are always the same. She wakes up before him no matter when she goes to sleep and reads until he wakes up and they go downstairs to make their breakfast. She still has her ridiculously long skin care routine after her shower each night, and Sirius watches her every time. When he jokingly touches one of them, she slaps his hand away and says “They’re expensive.”
And Sirius thinks
worthitworthitworthit
.