XXI

"Pa-foo!"

I laughed and embraced my godson.

"Happy Birthday, Harry!" I cried, tapping his nose.

"Sirius, you came!" Lily exclaimed. I nodded and handed Harry a present.

"For your birthday," I said. He ripped at the brown paper and pulled out a broom.

"Sirius, are you planning to kill him?"

"It's safe."

"What's safe?" James asked. He saw his son on a broom and smiled. "You got him a broom? Excellent!"

"James! It's dangerous!"

"It's be fine. We just have to be careful. Look, Harry likes flying."

Lily scowled, but didn't argue. I took the first shift of watching Harry.


This one was so hard to write. It probably sounds a bit detail-less, but forgive me. A 100 word budget is really tight. Remember, this is before Halloween so everything was happy. And I assume Sirius was a bit late for Harry's birthday celebration because of some Order stuff...