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Padfoot Watches
Padfoot stands amongst the bushes and watches, shadows shifting strangely across his snout in the silent depths of night. A solitary street-lamp flickers fitfully across the street.
It's surreal, to see the boy this close.
He really is the splitting image of James and, clearly, he has a similar breed of guts – what's he up to, sitting around in the middle of the night on his own? Running away? Well, that's a sentiment Sirius can relate to, but still, there are bad things around, dangerous things… and he isn't counting himself.
Harry's godfather is glad when the Knight Bus arrives.