They stay there for just a little while longer, Harry basking in the comfort of him being there. Her Siri. Looking up, she can't help noticing the differences. He's so young, so full of life. His hair is just as long as before, but it's shiny, full of nutrients and not the buildup from being kept in a cell for twelve fucking years. He doesn't look as burdened anymore either, a happy gleam in his eyes and soft smile aimed at her.

She lifts a hand to his face, noticing how bloody small it is, and places it on his cheek. The weight she didn't know she had, lifts from her shoulders and she kisses his nose, smiling happily with all her teeth on display.

"I missed you." She says, pulling her hand back and going in for another hug.

"I missed you too, pup." His hand is resting on the back of her neck, a nice warm weight.

The moment is ruined with Lily's voice floating into her room from downstairs, calling for them to come down for lunch.

She's tightens her grip on him as he stands up, a hand under her butt and one on her back, keeping her from falling. They make the trek down the stairs, her head turning to see everything, process what her new house, her new home is like.

The dining room is loud, too loud almost. There are kids running all around, adults trying to wrangle them into seats and food floating from the kitchen and onto the table. It reminds her of the Weasleys from her first life, and she can't help smiling at the memories. Her twins.

Harry is grateful when he doesn't even move to put her in the seat she normally eats at - next to her father and Rose, one of her sisters. He just sits down next to his wife, turning her around so she's sitting on his lap, facing the table as he starts pulling food from the dishes in front of him.

Reaching for a roll off the plate they seem to be sharing, she sees Anson snickering out of the corner of her eye. Be it from her little episode earlier, or her current state, she doesn't know and doesn't particularly care. All she knows, is he's a little asshole and Merlin, he actually reminds her of a young Dudley.

Harry swallows the bite of bread, leaning back, her head on his shoulder and turns in a bit to whisper in his ear. "Your son's an asshole."

She can feel it as he chuckles, nodding his head. "Yep. Take it up with Dalia, any punishment is too much for her sweet little boy."

The rest of lunch is a quiet affair. It's warm, comforting, new. Her family, the entities, don't eat all that often, so it's usually her eating alone. She ignores everyone except Sirius, and she knows it's rude of her. She does! But she got to know him, was closer to him than anyone in her past life. Even if it seemed like she rarely spent any time with him. There's something to be said about being raised by people who would do anything to change what you are.

They're the first ones to leave lunch, Siri taking her to the backyard of Potter Manner. There are a dozen brooms in the building out back, maybe even more, a few of them for young children. They all look well used, the Weasleys and Longbottom's coming over sometimes as well. Placing her in the seat by the door, he walks over to a broom with a piece of fabric over it, looking like it had never been used before.

"Yours," he tells her, dropping it in her hands. "Nimbus 1901, shrunk so you could ride it for the next few years. Sadly, it's the fastest broom of this time. And that's not saying much compared to the firebolt."

Harry picks it up, running her hands over the Nimbus, taking in all the minute details. "Thank you!"

Sirius reaches out his hand, helping her stand up before angling his head in the direction of the door. "Go. Fly. We'll fly together later after you've gotten yourself acquainted with this broom."

"I haven't ridden since the end of fifth year," she tells him quietly.

She feels him kiss the top of her head before he starts nudging her out the door. "Even more of a reason to go flying."

She smiles gratefully, tightening her grip on the handle.

It's been so long since she last rode, not daring to pick up a broom since then. Not even when her siblings had offered to get her one, let her ride around their home whenever she wished. She climbs on though, flying a broomstick ingrained in her very being. The twins had once called her their precious dragon, and she always smiles fondly at the memories. Harry lets her magic wash over the broom as she lifts off the ground, letting it get a feel for its rider before she's off, soaring through the sky, her hair whipping behind her.

Flying is freedom, something she never knew she'd miss as much as she did when she couldn't fly anymore.

God, she missed this.

She lets instinct take over, her mind barely registering the small crowd gathering on the ground. It's tricky at first, trying to get used to the size and weight difference and how much more she had to focus on some things but it's as amazing as she remembered.

Coming to a halt in front of Sirius, she smiles, wide and happy. When her feet are on the ground, the broom dropped beside her, Siri picks her up around the waist, twirling her around his smile equally as big.

"That was amazing pup! You have fun?" He asks, dropping her to her feet, hand ruffling her already windswept hair.

She goes to answer, all giggly and full of life when someone answers before her.

"Woaaaah! That was wicked. Harry!"

Two someone's.

I also need yall to understand that even with no memories, her subconscious always reacted to Siri. From the moment she was born she always had a fascination with him I suppose so when they do stuff like this where he just kinda takes her around the mansion, its normal. When I said James fake cries because she prefers Siri over him, it's true. Because she /knew/ him. she felt safe with him. Now don't get me wrong, she'll be close to her parents and what not, but that'll take time because she didn't have them before. She doesn't have this feeling of safety like she does with Siri, Fred, and George. And it all wraps up to her soul and her first life.