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The first thing Sirius thought about as he woke was Harry. Harry. His godson.

Sirius frantically woke up. He looked around but saw nothing except darkness. Heart pounding, Sirius expected the worst. It was then that he saw it.

At first it was just a light. The it turned into a door. A huge door, made with the best kind of wood. Sirius got up and walked towards it. It was as if the door was calling him. Taking small steps, Sirius walked towards the door.

As soon as he touched the handle, Sirius topped. His throat felt dry. His palms were sweating. Sirius didn't know why, but he was feeling very uneasy.

Gathering his Gryffindor courage, Sirius pushed the door open. As he took a step forward, Sirius was blinded by white light. Raising his hand to stop the light, Sirius walked a few more steps.

As he removed his hand, Sirius realized he was in a garden. But not any garden-it was the garden of Potter manor. How could he forget the Mango tree that stood right in front of him where he spent hours with his best friends? How could he forget the lake in front of him, where he had pushed James and Lily together on their wedding day? How could he forget the spot on the far corner where he had first touched his bike? And how could he forget the spot behind him, where James would sit and polish their brooms for hours.

"You know, I was hoping I would not see you for at least some years."

Sirius froze. He hadn't heard that voice, with that tone, in years. It had last been when they had been talking over the enchanted mirrors, one day before that Halloween.

"Yet here I am." Sirius could not even stop himself as he turned around and spoke the words.

The man was holding a broom, polishing it. Another broom lay beside him, already done. He looked up, his hazel eyes a mixture of happiness and sadness.

"It's a pity you got old." He said, smiling his signature arrogant smile.

Sirius bit his lower lip and chuckled. "It's a pity you didn't."

James potter nodded. "Well, I did have wonderful years before my death. Can't say the same about you."

"Who says I had a bad time?" Sirius challenged. " I became the first man to ever escape Azkaban. I remained sane for 12 years despite being with Dementors. Not exactly a pleasant company."

"Well," James put the broom away, "Nobody can be a better company than me."

"As if!" Sirius scowled. James grinned. Sirius grinned too.

They remained the same way, James sitting and Sirius standing. James shook his head and said, "You know I am crap at all feelings and emotions."

"Yeah, I learnt that a long time ago." Sirius dug his hands into pockets of his robes he didn't know he had.

"Want to have a game?" Jams asked, patting the brooms. Sirius shrugged and said, "Seems like the best option."

James stood up, taking both the brooms. He walked up to Sirius and gave him one of the two. The two turned towards the lake and walked.

" 'A day doesn't go by when I don't miss your father'. " James laughed as Sirius rolled his eyes. "You are really a drama queen, you know that right? 'Only one will die tonight!' No wonder Harry thought you were the killer."

Sirius chuckled weakly. As they reached the lake, James patted Sirius and said, "We never blamed you Padfoot. We still don't."

Sirius closed his eyes and nodded. Giving a strong pat, James aid, "let's see who is better. Lily and Mum are waiting inside for you. Dad's waiting to talk to you. After the lap?"

"After the lap." Sirius nodded. Smiling, the brothers mounted their brooms and took off.

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