Sirius watched Harry from across the street as Padfoot.
The boy whipped his wand out. He has good reflexes.
Just like James.
He had messy black hair that stuck out on the back, his skin was pale and glasses covered his eyes.
Just like James.
Sirius watched Harry from the Quiddich stands as Padfoot.
The boy searched for the snitch as a hawk. He flew well.
Just like James.
Sirius watched as Harry followed him to the Shrieking Shack.
The boy had come for his friend. He was loyal.
Just like James.
Sirius watched as Harry pointed his wand at his heart.
The boy's eyes were full of hate.
His eyes.
Green eyes.
Lily's eyes.
Reality hit him as fast as the Hogwarts Express.
This was not James.
James was dead.
Prongs was gone.
He left Padfoot.
But then Remus entered the Shack and as he disarmed Harry, Sirius saw that he still had a friend.
Moony was still here.
It was Padfoot who'd left him.
It didn't matter anymore.
Remus forgave him.
They had to take care of Harry now.
Harry, his godson.
Because Prongs was gone.
Still, as Sirius looked at the boy while leaving with the hipogriff, he only had one thought:
"A rule breaker!
Just like James"