'Sirius I'm hooome' Harry called after returning from his muggle school down the road 'Where's Kreacher? Dinner smells good'
'I'm in the kitchen Harry, and hurry something has arrived for you.' Harry sprinted. He knew what had come, it was his Hogwarts letter. He was so excited that he ran right past Sirius, who stuck his arm out and caught Harry before he skidded into the wall.
'Where is it? Where is it?' Harry frantically asked. Sirius looked down at his godson and smiled, 'I promised Remus that we would wait for him.' Harry groaned; he wanted to open the letter so badly 'He'll be here soon, just wait a bit longer' Sirius added.
Harry crossed his arms in a humph but no sooner had Harry stuck his bottom lip out to pout than had Remus' body appeared in the fireplace.
He looked flustered but was grinning in a similar way to Sirius.
'Now can I open it?' Harry pleaded.
'Sure go ahead' and Sirius passed the letter over to him. He opened it delicately, afraid that if he was too careless with it it would disappear, and then carefully read every word that Dumbledore had written to him. When he finished he look up at his godfathers and beamed at them, grinning from ear to ear, they had a proud look in their eyes.
He saw Kreacher in the corner and exclaimed 'Kreacher! I'm going to Hogwarts!'
'Very good Master Harry' he replied before shuffling back to the cooker to continue the dinner preparations.
That night they had a celebratory meal. Kreacher, who had always had a soft spot for Harry, had cooked Harry's favourite meal: pumpkin pie and roast potatoes; they wolfed it down as Remus and Sirius relayed their Hogwarts tales to him. Tales of mischief and transfigurations with his Dad, never once was Peter Pettigrew mentioned. He was not talked of in this house.
Once the meal was over, Harry was carted off to bed by Remus. Whilst Sirius had said that he could stay up later Remus ruled that it was a school night and that Harry must go to bed now. He got ready for bed with a huge grin on his face; he was finally going to Hogwarts, the place where his parents had gone. He would walk the corridors they had walked and, hopefully, be in the house they had been in. He desperately hoped he would be in Gryffindor. He had to be, his whole family had been a Gryffindor: his Mum, his Dad, Sirius and Remus. He had to be a Gryffindor. He fell asleep with his fingers crossed and hope in his heart.