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...
