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Summary: all the memories are still in his mind, making him feel guilty.

Sirius Black sat in his dark and lonely room at Number Twelve Grimwauld Place. He rummaged in his newly refurbished dresser and found an old photograph of him, his best friend and his best friend's wife.

Those two people were Lily and James Potter. The greatest witch and wizard of their generation. Now, their son, Harry, grew to look exactly like his father, with his mother's eyes and also have their great powers.

Harry was the only remnant of Lily and James Sirius had. He wanted to hold onto his Godson as long as he could. He wanted to let Harry know how much his parents loved him, how much he loved him.

He gave the photo another look and stuffed it back in the drawer, to look at on another lonely minute.

He gently massaged his temples with his fists, closing his eyes.

The door of the room opened to reveal fifteen year old Harry Potter.

"Sirius, do you want to come downstairs? Mrs. Weasly is making dinner." Harry said.

Sirius just looked at his Godson, his blue eyes twinkling. He looked so much like his father, James, with his messy jet-black hair and same facial features, same height even. One mistake. He had his mother, Lily's, brilliant emerald green eyes.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Come here, Harry." Sirius replied.

Harry walked over to Sirius and sat down. Sirius embraced him, like he were his own son, and Harry hugged him back with joy.

Sirius allowed himself to bury his face in the boy's shoulder and a small tear escape.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked when they broke away.

Sirius nodded, wiping his eyes.

Harry smiled and turned around.

"Your parents loved you very much, Harry." Sirius told him as he stood and went to Harry. "I love you."

Harry gave Sirius a huge grin and hugged him again shortly.

"I love you too, Sirius."

He walked downstairs with a smile.

Sirius smiled and followed him, glad he had Harry as a reminder. His fifteen year old remnant.