Sirius glanced at the full moon, hoping Moony was surviving the night.

"Sirius... let me come with you"

And the temptation was there, for Harry looked so much like James, so much like the boy that Sirius had loved and lost.

Maybe... maybe he could make this right, maybe he could love Harry the way he'd never been able to love James.

"Harry... "Should he? Could he? "...You can come with me"

'He'll never be James' His inner voice said 'Never the boy you lost, he can't replace something you never had'

But Sirius didn't listen, Sirius didn't care.