Sirius sat in his London flat reading over his notes from the latest Order meeting sifting through the scraps of parchment littering his coffee table in search of a quill.
"And now for the Quidditch report," Sirius sat back and pointing his wand to the radio, increasing the volume. "A close win to the Wimbourne Wasps, with the Falmouth Falcons catching the Snitch making it 250 to the Wasps own 270 thanks to Ludo Bagmans quick bludger to the Falcons keeper at the beginning of the game. The Chudley Cannons sitting bottom of the league after their match against the Montrose Magpies 370 to 20 but they may have a chance to redeem themselves in next weeks match against Puddlemare United."
Sirius let out a sigh, cursing Bagman on their win against the Falcons. Soon enough James will be over to gloat and pick up his winnings. Glancing over to look at his pictures over the fire and felt his face stretch into a grin. It had only been taken the month before and the people were grinning and waving happily. Lily standing in the middle, one hand resting on top of her swollen belly the other around James. Sirius stood next to James his arm thrown over his shoulders, saying something in James' ear and receiving an elbow to the ribs. Remus stood his arm curled around Lily in a protective, brotherly way. Peter having trying to take the picture was quickly waddling from the camera into his place next to Remus, Remus throwing his arm around Pete's shoulders grinning.
He didn't get a chance to look at it look long as his fire suddenly turned green and James stepped through.
"Blimey Prongs, it doesn't take you long does it?"
James grinned a schoolboys grin, as if the most magnificent thing in history had happened.
"You owe me 30 galleons Paddy," said James as Sirius started with a look of disbelief (that wasn't the agreed bet was it?) "but on the plus side you can still be the Godfather - although in your case I think Dogfatherher would be more appropriate."
Sirius stopped for a moment as James continued talking. 'Dogfather?' he thought, 'but that would mean-?'
His train of though was cut off as he felt James tugging on him along to the fire "-so we must get going cause Lily would kill me if I missed this. St Mungo's!"
And in a flash of green flame, they were gone and soon stepping out of hearth in time to hear a woman's scream of pain.