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Sirius stood over Luna, gazing at the infant in her arms. His slivery blue eyes were the only noticeable difference between him and his father. Already there was a spark of curiosity in them, the same spark Sirius had seen in James when he had a brilliant idea.

"Are you hungry, or did you see your first fairy, James?" Luna held her infant closer to her chest.

He puckered his lips.

"It would be wise for you to eat first. Sometimes faries get intimidated by hungry people. They mistakenly believe they'll be eaten, but you'd never do that, would you?"

James' face turned red as he squirmed.

She adjusted her green hospital gown until she could grant him access. "There you go, my little heliopath."

"Okay." Harry stepped into the room, with the widest smile Sirius had ever seen. "Hermione said she'd be here in a half hour. She just needs to wrap a few things up."

"That's fine." Luna helped James latch onto her.

"Is he hungry again already?"

"Apparently."

"Goodness." Harry sighed. "You're going to eat everything in sight, aren't you?"

"Give him a bit of a break. He's just been born. I'd imagine that was exhausting."

"True."

As the infant suckled, he turned in Sirius' direction. He kept his eyes on the spirit, as though he could see him.

"Hi," Sirius whispered and waved at him.

There was a flicker of recognition in the infant's eyes

"I think James just saw his first creature." Luna's eyes were glistening.

Harry chuckled.

"He already has an ability to find the magical." She was beaming. "One day he'll be better at finding magical creatures than my dad was."

"I'm sure he will be." Harry kissed his wife on the forehead.

James whined before turning his attention to his mother. After resuming his meal he turned back in Sirius' direction.

"He's looking at something," Harry began, as if he could not believe the words himself.

"Hmm hmm."

"What is it?" Harry bent down until he was eyes level with his son. "What do you see?"

The newborn blinked.

"Right now, he sees someone who loves him very much."

"Your mother's right." Harry whispered. "Daddy loves you very much."

"As do the other magical beings beings in this place."

"Yes, I'm sure the pixies love him too."

"I don't mean those magical beings."

Harry raised himself until he was eye level with Luna.

"Haven't you sensed another person's presence in the room?" She asked.

Sirius turned white. Where did this woman learn to sense spirits? Even Professor Trelawney wasn't this adept at finding the dead.

Harry closed his mouth. In the hallway, a squeaky medical cart rolled by. Another infant in the room two door down began to screech. The disinfectant spells bombarded his senses. Nothing was out of the ordinary on the surface.

He closed his eyes. Everything faded into the background except his intuition. There was an extra presence in the room, one which had been there the entire time, one he had not felt in years.

"Sirius," he whispered.

Only the smacking of James' lips could be heard.

"I sensed him earlier." Harry opened his eyes. "No, I've sensed him since the second James was born, but I didn't think anyone else did."

James broke away and began to fuss. Luna readjusted him over her shoulder and began patting his back.

"Do you sense Sirius too?" Harry choked.

"I sense a spirit, and I believe James senses it too. It could be Sirius, but I can't say for sure."

"How did you sense him?"

"I was quiet, still, and open to his residual magic."

Sirius' glow pulsated.

"It's been so long since I've felt him with me, I almost forgot what it was like." Harry shook his head. "Perhaps I gave up on ever feeling him again. I didn't see him on the train when I had my vision of the afterlife, so I figured he may have been too busy to care for me."

"You knew that wasn't true."

"I know." A tear trickled down his cheek as Sirius drew closer. "I just didn't think I'd feel him near me again. I just gave up, and now I feel guilty for doing so."

"Don't feel guilty. He wouldn't want that. You can sense him now. That's all he cares about."

"I hope so."

"I know so."

"I'm not mad," Sirius replied. "I'm just happy to be with you again."

Harry exhaled. "I think he's at peace."

James let out a small burp.

"There are spirits everywhere," Luna replied. "You just have to know how to open yourself up to them."

"Maybe you and James can show me."

"When you're ready to feel them, you'll be able to."

"I hope so." Harry pulled up a padded blue chair and sat beside them. Sirius put a hand on his godson's shoulder.

James let out another burp, this one much louder.

"You're already making your presence known." Harry laughed. "Are you going to be just like Sirius?"

"He was named after him," Luna replied. "Hopefully he will emulate his good qualities."

Sirius' smile grew. He never thought anyone would name a child after him. It seemed an honor which should be bestowed upon others.

Perhaps he had done more things right in his life than he received credit for.

"Well, I wouldn't want him to be as immature as Sirius was, or have the streak of cruelty he displayed towards Severus."

Sirius bowed his head.

Harry touched his son's cheek. "But I would like him to have his loyalty and love of life."

Sirius stared at the baby again. Yes, he wanted James to avoid the mistakes he'd made, if only so he could stay out of this accursed program.

More importantly, Sirius wanted him to leave a positive impression on the world, something he had not done as well as he thought he had. He wanted James to create happiness, not tear down those trying to find it.

Sirius turned his eyes upwards. He folded his hands.

"Trinity, if there is any way I can get a reduced sentence and get to heaven faster, can I please watch over this child?"

He felt a wave of energy radiate through him, as though for the first time, the Trinity had accepted his prayer.

"All done?" Luna asked her silent son.

He let out a whine.

"Would you like to hold him?" Luna looked at Harry.

"I'd love too," he whispered.

She handed her husband their son. James' eyes widened before he yawned.

"I love you." Harry kissed him on the forehead. "I love you so much."

James' eyes drooped down.

"I love you too." Harry kissed Luna on the forehead. "You are amazing in every way."

"I love you as well," she replied. "And you are pretty amazing yourself."

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Hello?" Harry asked.

"I'm sorry if this is a bad time."

"No, your timing is perfect," Harry held out his son, who had opened one sleepy eye. "James, this is your Aunt Hermione. Hermione, this is James."

"Hi James," she squeaked as she approached.

He closed his eyes again.

"Maybe when he's more awake you can be properly introduced." Harry laughed.

"That's fine." Hermione reached into her pocket and pulled out a blue box. With the flick of a wand, it grew. "I brought this for James."

"Thank you." Harry held his son closer to his chest. "Sadly, I don't think he can open it yet."

"Perhaps Luna can then."

"Yes," Luna took the blue package and ripped off the wrapping paper. She grinned as she pulled out a Scarlet stag with a yellow underbelly.

"Oh Hermione," Harry's throat constricted. "It's perfect. Thank you."

"Yes, thank you," Luna replied. "It will go perfectly with his blue and bronze hare."

"Yes, it will." Hermione rubbed James' hand. He did not so much as stir.

"He's a deep sleeper, like his mother," Harry noted.

"I am not that deep of a sleeper." Luna argued. "I simply haven't been able to get rid of the Endymion harpy that's followed me around since the end of the war. Without her, I would wake up at the softest noise."

"Sure," Harry drawled.

Hermione leaned down and whispered in James' ear, "Your parents are weird."

He shifted his position.

"But we love them anyway."

James clucked as if to agree.

"We have something to ask you," Luna replied.

"Oh?"

Harry cleared his throat. "Would you like to be James' godmother?"

"I would love that," Hermione's face lit up.

"Good," Luna replied.

"But?" Hermione dug her foot into the ground. "Do you have a godfather in mind?"

"Whoever you decide will be his godfather will be good enough for us," Luna replied.

"Assuming you do choose one," Harry answered.

"The cloud of gloombugs which have been stalking her has lifted," Luna's expression was dreamy. "I think she is more than capable of giving her heart to someone now, assuming she hasn't done so already."

Hermione blushed.

"I just hope you're as happy as we are someday, however that looks for you," Harry replied.

"I'm starting to find that happiness," Hermione's voice was soft.

"Good," Luna replied. "Fight for that happiness. Whatever it takes, hold onto that happiness and don't let anyone take it from you."

"I won't," Hermione promised.

Sirius' glow was a radiant. He never thought he'd see a child named after him, nor did he ever think he'd hear a woman honestly claim Severus Snape was bringing her happiness. The afterlife was strange indeed.

He glimpsed at James again.

Life was strange and wondrous indeed.