"I'm here, Pup," Sirius walked into Harry's bedroom, and noticing Harry's pained expression.
At first Sirius thought the young boy had heard his convesation with Remus, but then he remembered. Harry sometimes got leg cramps if he stretched when he moved.
"Leg cramp, Pup?" Sirius sat down gently on the bed as Harry nodded, the movement slow and halted, "Let me get your lotion, okay? I'll be right back."
Once the lotion had been secured, Sirius went back to his godson and very gently took the tight appendage into his lap.
Harry squealed, panicked, "Don't touch it! It hurts!"
"Pup, I'm going to make it stop hurting, I promise. Just relax."
As Sirius began the massage, he began to hum and sing to himself. He felt Harry begin to relax and smiled over at him, only to find him staring at him.
"What is it, Pup?"
"That song... Mum used to sing it to me when I was little..."
Sirius pulled away, shocked that Harry remembered Lily at all.
"Uh, Remmie! Can you come here a minute please?"
"What is it, Siri?" Remus came into the room, wiping his hands on a dishtowel.
"Watch," and he began to sing Lily's favorite song, "Little One, dreams come to all the sleeping people-"
"-but you are the answer to the best dream of my life," Harry quietly finished.
Sirius looked up at Remus, only to find him frozen in disbelief. Finally, Remus knelt by the bed, tears in his eyes.
"I love you, Cub," came with a kiss to the forehead, "We both do," and Sirius nodded in silent agreement, "You are our miracle. Never let anyone ever tell you any different."
Harry hugged Remus, "I love you too."