I was sitting on the sofa watching James play with Harry. Harry was now around 6 months old and was blatantly unaware of the danger he was in. Fear ruled their lives now, ever since the dark lord had taken an interest in Harry. Someone knocked on the door, James instantly picked Harry up, passed him to her and walked slowly to the front door, wand in hand. I started to take Harry up to his room when James yelled "Its only Snuf- ouch!" "I hate it when you call me that!" Muttered a familiar voice. Harry's face lit up, he recognized it too. "Sirius!" I exclaimed as he and James walked into the living room. He gave me a peck on the cheek and plucked Harry out of my arms. I was funny really how Sirius Black, bad boy extraordinaire, was such a sucker for little kids! Whenever Harry was around gone was the cool exterior and out came Snuffles the friendly dog! James loves to tease Sirius about how he acted around a Harry, but to tell the truth he was like that too! They were already trying to set him up as the next big trickster of Hogwarts. I laughed at their antics and went into the kitchen to get some drinks. When I got out Harry was whizzing around on a toy broomstick. "Isn't it amazing?" James cried. There was a loud crash, Harry had knocked over that awful vase the Petunia gave me. I cant say I was that sorry, but still I had to take the broom away for a bit.