Hey guys, sorry I've been so absent lately. School is kicking my ass! And sorry for this ridiculous drabble; it was much cuter in my head than in manifested in my writing. I'll have a better one out soon, I promise. With love! -J
"This, Little Harry, is me and your dad and Uncle Remus and Uncle Peter on our last day of First Year," Sirius said to the raven-haired toddler. The two were sprawled out on the Potter's couch, flipping through a scrapbook.
Harry pointed at James, his chubby finger landed square on his dad's head. "Dada!"
"Yeah, smarty pants," Sirius teased, tickling the one-year-old, "that's your dada." Harry giggled.
"And this is us at the end of Second Year," Sirius said, pointing to a picture in the top left corner of the page. "And Third Year," he said, moving his finger. "And Fourth Year," he said, pausing. "Well, you get the idea. Mrs. Potter really loved taking our picture by the Hogwarts Express," Sirius explained, flipping ahead several pages. Harry gurgled happily,
"Ah, look at this one Harry," Sirius said, ruffling his godson's hair affectionately. "It's your mum and dad arguing in the by Hagrid's place. This was Sixth Year, I think. Before they realized they loved each other, of course. I think Remus took this picture…"
"Unc'a Rem'a!" Harry exclaimed, clapping his hands together.
Sirius smiled and turned the page. "And this is your parents arguing by Hagrid's place during Seventh Year. After they started dating, ironically," he mused, chuckling. Harry imitated the low grumble.
"Oh look Harry, this one is my favorite from this album," Sirius said, pointing at a picture of James and Lily. It was taken in the Quidditch stands right before their last game of Seventh Year.
"I took this picture. This was the day your dad told us that Lily was the one," Sirius whispered in little Harry's ear.
Lily, walking through the living room with a basket of clothes in her hands, bowed her head and grinned.