Summary: What happened from the day Harry was born, all the way down to his tragic Death. Part of the life of Sirius Black.
Ratings: PG-13 ish
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, yadda yadda yadda. Don't sue me.
Author's Note: Um. Yeah. This chapter is short, but what d'you expect? It's the prolouge.

"Look, James. Isn't he beautiful? Look at our baby boy." Came a soft voice from a young, petite woman perched up on a hospital bed, cradling a little boy in her arms. He really did look like an Eskimo. Pale skin, horribly dark hair. He looked completely like James. Except, of course, for the eyes. A deep emerald which seemed to go on endlessly. So precious.

"He is quite adorable. Do you think he will be anything like me? Do you think he'll like me?" came a separate voice, much more masculine. The father. James lifted his arm upward, and slung it about his wife's neck, applying a simple kiss to the lips.

Watching the two for a moment, longer, a grin broke across a tall, rather muscular built form. "Of course he'll like you, mate. You're his father, James. The question is whether or not he will like his ol' uncle Padfoot." Sirius had spoke, glancing back from Lily, to James, to the small bundle wrapped in her arms. Advancing off to the two, shaggy hair billowed just a bit as he knelt before them, giving a soft laugh, attention glued onto the small Eskimo as he began to flail a bit. "What are you going to name him?"

Lily and James exchanged a look, brows raising in a ponderous matter. A name. They had expected it to be a girl. They hadn't thought up a name. After a long silence, Lily was the one to speak, emerald eyes boring down into the child's own. "I like Harry." She stated, softly, giving a simple smile. Sirius arched his eyebrows a bit, and nodded.

"Harry it is, then." James spoke, seeming to carry a confident tone of voice. "And Sirius.." He began, slowly, giving a light smirk as he took a side glance from Lily to Sirius. "Would you, dear Padfoot, like to be his godfather? He'll have to like you, then." He concluded. Lily gave a nod, as well as a small smile.

Halting a moment, eyes shot up in faint surprise as this was offered to him. A Godfather? Really? Large smile broke across his tanned face as he gave a nod, now standing upon his own two feet, giving a slight bow. "I, Sirius Black, Would be more then pleased to be Harry James Potter's Godfather."