The old woman looked out the window and saw out in the far back field by their quidditch pitch two faint shadows. Her eyes weren't as good as they once were but she could still make out the shape of a man and a young child each holding broomsticks. She sighed and then went back to fixing her two boys a snack.

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"Who's going to be the best quidditch player ever?" the old man asked.

"I am," yelled the boy of only 3 yelled.

"Just like his father," the man said quietly.

"Grampa?" the boy quietly.

"What son?" he answered but he didn't have to ask. He already knew what his grandson was going to ask because he always asked it.

"Where's Daddy? Mommy also?"

"Daddy and Mommy are in heaven," the man answered. His heart always ached when he thought of his dead son and daughter-in-law but when his grandson asked about them it just made him feel like he was going to be sick. How could somebody take away a young boy's parents from him? It was different he had his son for 21 years but his grandson had only had his parents for 1 year. Not enough time.

"Charles, Harry your snack is ready," a woman's voiced rang out through the field.

"Yes ma'am," the man called back, "Well come on Harry, don't want to keep your Grandmother waiting. Rule one never make Elizabeth mad."

Little Harry laughed his cute baby laugh. All mentions of his late parents forgotten. That's one thing Charles missed about being a child, the ability to forgive and forget people and things really quickly. Little Harry doesn't even know that his parents aren't with him because of one evil mans doing.

Charles was pulled from his thoughts by Harry running and calling his grandfather to follow.

"I'm coming Harry," Charles called as he picked up the broomsticks and quidditch balls that were lying at his feet. He then took off after the 3 year old as fast as his old body would allow.

Charles and Harry sat down on the back patio of their mansion and dug into their snack. Elizabeth came out and sat down beside them.

"How's your snack boys?" she asked.

"Great Beth thanks," Charles said.

"Good Grandma thanks," Harry said as he stuffed his face.

Just then there was a pop as somebody apparated.

"Hey Mr. and Mrs. Potter, Harry," the new arrival said.

"Sirius," Harry screamed. He jumped up and ran over to his godfather and gave him a hug.

"Hey little buddy, my little Prongs."

"I'm not little," Harry protested.

"Fine, how's this Prong's Jr.?"

"Better Padfoot."

Sirius ruffled Harry's hair and whispered, "I have something for you."

"What is it Sirius?" Harry said jumping up and down.

"I can't give it to you."

"Why, why Padfoot?"

Sirius laughed, wizard children were amazing. Muggle kids would only be saying simple words but Harry was already talking like their was no tomorrow, "Well I have to see your flying first."

"Okay, Grampa where's my broom?"

"Broom shed where it belongs," Elizabeth said. She loved how Sirius always made her grandson so happy but it also made her sad because thinking of Harry and Sirius always reminded her of James and Sirius.

Harry ran to the broom shed and Sirius helped him retrieve his broom. After a quick-but impressive for a 3 year old-display Harry jumped off his broom and ran to Sirius. "Can I have my present now?"

"Okay Prongslet," he reached into his cloak and pulled out a small gizmo.

"What is it?" Harry asked with awe.

"I can't tell you that, you'll have to figure it out for yourself. I will give you one hint though…"

"Tell me Sirius, please."

"Get out of the house very quickly after you push that button."

"Okay thanks Sirius."

"One last thing."

"Okay."

"Don't do it when Remus or I are anywhere near here. That is unless we are with you."

"Okay," Harry nodded.

"Great, well go finish your snack and make sure you don't show your Grandmother."

"Can I show Grampa?"

"Best if you don't."

"Thank you Sirius."

Harry ran back up to porch and finished his snack and then asked the question that everyone loved and dreaded, "Tell me a story Sirius."

"What of dragons and giants?"

"No of Mommy and Daddy."

"Okay little man, how about their wedding?"

"I haven't heard that one," Harry replied earnestly.

"Well let me tell you you're Dad was a little worse for wear."

Charles laughed and Elizabeth smiled as they two remembered how their son was on his wedding day.

"Okay well where do I begin…" Sirius started.

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a/n not the Potters you thought was it? Well hope you liked it. I know it was short but it was just to get it started. Please review.