It had been three days since Harry and Sirius had moved into their new little home and two since Remus had arrived. And today, Sirius felt, was time to start talking to Harry and about his mum and dad. He didn't really know how to bring it up, and Remus was absolutely no help at all when the older man asked for his advice, but Sirius could forgive him for that because he was looking a bit pale in head of the full moon that was going to occur in just a couple of days. But as it turned out, Sirius didn't need to think hard about it at all because Harry, surprisingly, was the one to bring it up.
The little boy was acting strange, staring up at his godfather for longer than necessary before quickly glancing back down when Sirius turned to look at him. Even though the boy was normally quiet, he was even more so now, and Sirius was starting to worry that maybe he wasn't happy here, maybe he wanted to go back?
In the evening, Sirius was sitting by the fire in their living room, hoping that it would keep the shivers at bay, when Harry walked up to him tugging on his shirt sleeve. When Sirius asked what the matter was, all Harry did was climb into the older man's lap and start sucking his thumb.
Comfortable with their position, Sirius remained silent, gliding one hand up and down the little boys back in what he hopes was a comforting gesture. Eventually, Harry stopped sucking his thumb and looked up at his godfather. "P'foot?" In the few days that he had been here, Sirius had told him he could call him Sirius or whatever he was comfortable with, but when Remus said his nickname in conversation a giggle erupted from the boy and he hadn't stopped calling him Padfoot since.
"Yeah buddy?" Sirius said in reply.
"Mummy and daddy?" Was all said, and there was fear in his eyes as he did. Sirius looked down, grateful for the topic to be bought up.
"You want to talk about your mummy and daddy?" Sirius asked and Harry nodded shyly, cringing away as if he did something bad. "We can talk about them if you want. In fact I bet Remus would love to talk about them as well."
"We can?" Harry asked, climbing up on Sirius in excitement.
"Of course we can. Whenever you want alright?" Sirius said before standing up, with Harry on his hip, and walking towards the kitchen to where Remus was cooking dinner.
"Ah, that's where you wandered off to." Remus said as soon as he spotted them, a twinkle in his eye. Harry, before he came to see Sirius, had been helping Remus cook the food. Sirius smirked placing Harry in his seat before going to sit next to him.
"Harry wants to talk and Lily and James." Sirius spoke in a softer tone, that usual ache in his heart clenching whenever he thought about his best friends.
"Oh." Remus eyes widened and he stopped with his task to come and sit down with them. "Erm." Remus was stumped, not knowing where to start. They both had no idea what Harry knew, what his aunt and uncle said about them, if they even mentioned them.
"We have pictures, if you want to look at them?" Sirius said after a beat of silence. The man didn't want to overload the kid with all the information the two had on his parents, because Sirius knew that both he himself and Remus could talk about James and Lily for days. In silent communication they decided to slowly ease the boy in, starting out with solid information; pictures.
"I have my one photo album," Remus said, already standing up. "But I know there is more in…" But he trailed off when he glanced at his friend who was already staring back. Grimmauld Place was what Remus wanted to finish his sentence with, but he didn't want to mention in front of either Sirius or Harry.
"Wh're?" Harry asked confused at the sudden silence of the man. Sirius sighed, stretching a hand out to rub the little boys back, and Remus couldn't decipher if the gesture was meant to comfort the older man or child.
"The place I used to live, before-" Sirius cut off, not knowing how to explain to this little boy that he went to prison. "It's not a very nice place." Sirius finished off, and pulled Harry to his lap when the little boys face turned into a frown.
"I'll get the photos and we can look at them after dinner alright?" Remus said in hopes to change the subject. It worked, Harry settling happily in Sirius' lap until dinner arrived. Once the food was finished and everyone had moved to the living room, that's when Lupin moved to get the album.
"Here it is." He said, carefully placing it on the ground next to the already sitting boy. Eagerly, Harry quickly darted towards it, opening it without a second thought. But before he could lay eyes on his mum and dad, he froze.
"Go on Harry." Sirius encouraged with a smile, but Remus noticed the heartache on his face. Looking at his dead best friends would obviously not be the most pleasant thing that the man could do, but he would; for Harry.
When the boy looked down he gasped, immediately pointing to the first picture. "It move?" Harry asked tracing the movement with his finger. It was off James and Lily on one of their first dates, when they were all at school.
"Yeah, that's what magical photos do." Sirius said, his voice cracking slightly. He moved, placing Harry in his lap as he turned each page and smiling bright and Harry's reactions.
They spent a long time looking at that photo album and it only made Remus want to find all of the pictures possible, just to see the little boys face light up again. It seemed Sirius had the same idea because once Harry was bathed and had been put to bed, they began talking about it.
"Are they still at Grimmauld Place?" Sirius asked and Remus nodded. "I'll have to go there."
"I could go if you wanted," Remus offered, "You don't have to…"
"No, I have to face it one day right?" Sirius asked and the smile that was placed on his face was so painful it made Remus feel a pang in his chest. "Tomorrow. You alright to look after Harry?"
"Yeah of course. But Sirius…"
"Remus." Although his tone wasn't loud it still made the werewolf pause, "I'll be fine. It's just a building. Can't be any worse than Azkaban right?" And there was the Sirius that Remus knew right from the beginning, the one who didn't want people to worry about him so covered everything with humour. Remus nodded, but chose to remain silent.
The next day Sirius got ready to go, and once they told Harry that Sirius would be leaving, Harry burst into tears. Immediately Sirius hugged the boy close, hoping to calm him but the boy didn't stop crying latching on to the man's shirt in a belief that if he held on, maybe Sirius wouldn't leave.
"I'll come back." Sirius whispered, hoping that his words would soothe him but if fell on deaf ears as Harry carried on sobbing. Sirius looked up helplessly to Remus who didn't have a clue what to do.
"No leave." Harry finally spoke, "no going back."
"Hey, hey no." Sirius said, "You're not going back. You'll never have to go back. And I'll be home by tonight alright?" Along with going to his old home, Sirius decided he needed to actually go outside. He hadn't been out on his own without a purpose in years and he needed to do that for himself, to make sure that he could trust the outside again so that when he took Harry out, he wouldn't be so scared. His distrust would just put the child on edge.
The boy had stopped crying at least, and from Sirius' words had let go of his shirt. "M' sorry." Harry whispered, "I be good." He then said, proceeding to make both men's heart break.
"You are good Harry." Remus said, offering his first words of comfort. "You make both of us so proud, and your mummy and daddy as well."
"Pwoud?" Harry asked, obviously in confusion to what that meant.
"It's where we feel really really happy because of you." Sirius explained, kissing the boys forehead quickly before handing him over to Remus. "I'll be back later." He said to the both of them, smiling as Harry waved his goodbye.
Sirius didn't want to leave Harry, he never wanted to leave Harry which is probably an issue, but something he could deal with another day. But for now, he needed to sort out his old home, if he could call it that.
Sirius hated this place with a passion ever since he was little. And especially when he went to Hogwarts and realised what it felt like to be with people who actually cared for him. But he needed to visit it, get all of his old belongings that were left here and then he could put this place behind him and not have to think of it again.
Once he was there, he immediately started searching for the photo albums and anything else that could be useful. He only spent a matter of minutes there, dusting away the cobwebs but even with his sentimental heart he couldn't go exploring the house. He didn't go in his room, or his brother's room or anyone's room because he didn't want to bring up all those memories again. He had spent time blocking it out, he didn't need to reopen it.
One of the surprises he had found in this God awful house was his key to Gringotts. He had placed it there many years ago, and he assumed that it would have been lost or taken by the time he had come to find it. But no, sitting right on the shelf was the golden key, with the letters 711 engraved on it.
It was early afternoon by the time Sirius had left the house and was just walking down the street, the sun shining down brightly along his path. Although Sirius' prison clothes and dirty skin were long gone, his face was still sunken in and his hair still partly tangled which meant that people generally strayed from his path, meaning he was free and alone for the first time in years. He wasn't sure if he enjoyed the feeling.
It was decided by around five minutes in that Sirius didn't like the outside. It was too hot but then the wind was too cold, there were too many people around and there was too much noise.
But Sirius had set himself a mission.
With some coins in his pocket handed to him by Remus and by finally discovering the date, he realised two things. The full moon would be in two days and he had no idea what was going to happen on that night. The other was that it was Harry's birthday the next week and Sirius needed to purchases some gifts for him. Although right now he was in the muggle shopping area, knowing that there would be an awful lot more stares if he was Diagon Alley, it meant that Sirius couldn't get the best gifts for Harry. He still looked around and bought a few things, but he felt like a trip to magical stores would be much better. Maybe go to Gringotts to see his vault. Maybe he could even take Harry, and be the talk of the town.
Sirius ventured into many shops but did not find interest in anything, which meant that by the time he was done it was only early afternoon. Much earlier than the initial time planned for him to be expected, but he didn't think he minded it if it meant that he could be with Harry again.
So he quickly ventured round an empty corner, his pocket in hand and promptly apparated himself back to his home. He landed in the back room, the same one as Remus did when he first arrived at the cottage, and the room as expected, was empty.
Guiding himself to where the voices were, he found himself in the living room watching as both Remus and Harry were sitting on the floor with their backs turned to him, attempting to stack a pile of blocks, although it was mainly Harry who was playing. Remus was there as support whenever they tumbled, and that was usually quite a lot.
"Having fun?" Sirius asked, a smirk on his face as both of them jumped in response, quickly turning to find the source of the voice. Immediately Harry got to his feet, running over to his godfather and jumping into his arms.
"Sirius!" He shouted clinging on tightly, "missed 'oo." He mumbled into the man's shoulder, his grip tight.
"Really hate Moony that much, huh?" Sirius teased making Remus huff out a laugh.
"woony?" Harry mumbled, his eyes drooping. Sirius looked at the clock, seeing it was early afternoon and usually at this time Harry started drifting off, and it looked like today was no exception.
"That's his nickname, just like Padfoot." Sirius spoke, hoping that his voice would lull the boy to sleep.
It looked like it was working because Harry only muttered, "P'foot," with a small smile before sleep claimed him. Sirius looked up at Remus, and he knew from his friend's reaction that his stupid smile was on his face. The smile that mixed happiness from Harry being here and shock from Harry being here. Remus called it his stupid Godfather smile.
Once Sirius had settled Harry on the couch; not his bedroom, not trusting the small boy to go down the stairs by himself in case he fell (even though Remus remind him that he would be fine), the two adults went into the kitchen. Automatically Remus moved to the cupboard, finding cups and bags of tea before sitting down opposite Sirius and silently waiting for him to start talking about his day.
Sirus explained, talked about finding the photo albums and surprisingly his vault key which then led Sirius to explain his thoughts on going to Diagon Alley, and Remus frowned at the thought. "Harry Potter and Sirius Black?" Remus said, "That won't track any attention." The sarcastic remark made Sirius let out a small snort before continuing as to why he wanted to go.
"It's Harry's birthday next week," Sirius said, "and we need to get him some really good presents. Not just muggle stuff that he has seen before."
"I guess we could go, maybe before the full moon?" Remus asked, "I usually don't feel too great afterwards and I want to actually enjoy the day out." Sirius nodded, before clicking his fingers as a thought had just entered his mind.
"Full moon." He said seriously, "what are we going to do about it?"
Remus just looked confused, "What do you mean?"
"I mean we obviously can't leave Harry on his own, we would have to find someone to look after him for the night. Are you still taking that potion? Does it still help? Do you think we could stay close by?"
"Woah woah woah. Sirius I can handle the full moon on my own. I'll be fine."
"I know it's a difficult time for you. I became an animagus so that I could help you, I'm not putting all those years of work to waste." Sirius teased.
"But what of Harry?" Remus asked, "you surely could not leave him for the night? You could hardly leave him for the day."
"Remus, this will be good for both of us! I can learn to trust other people looking after Harry and to actually leave him whilst you also get help when you really need it."
"But who would we get to look after the boy?" Remus asked, his argument against Sirius joining him cracking.
"Well, that's where I'm not so sure. But I'm positive it will be all sorted by the time the full moon comes around."
"It's literally in two days."
"Yep, it'll be fine!"
By the time Harry woke, Remus and Sirius had started cooking dinner. The older man finally giving into the werewolf's coaxing to actually learn how to cook. Sirius was chopping vegetables but he soon stopped when he noticed Harry stumble in, wiping his hands down quickly so he could go and pick the boy up placing him on his hip.
"Hey there sleepyhead," and he knew his stupid godfather smile was back on his face when Harry looked up at him, beaming.
"P'foot!" He said happily, before untangling his hands from around Sirius' neck and holding them out towards where Remus was standing. Confused, Remus walked over and Harry latched onto the man, before saying, "woony!"
"That's right Harry, Moony." And now the stupid smile was on Remus' face.
"Hey Harry," Sirius started once all three were sat down for dinner, "how do you feel about going out tomorrow?"
"With me?" He asked and Sirius nodded, and Harry let out a little squeal of delight, jumping from his chair and climbing onto Sirius lap chanting "yes yes yes" in an excited tone.
"Well then we better have lots of sleep beforehand others you will get very tired and that wouldn't be fun at all." Sirius said in a soft tone and Harry shook his head, jumping off Sirius' lap and heading towards the stairs.
"Me sleep, me sleep." He said and got the first step before Sirius caught up with him, taking his hand and making sure that Harry didn't fall as he excitedly climbed the stairs heading straight for his bedroom, jumping on the bed and closing his eyes.
"You sleeping?" Sirius asked, amused.
"Me sleep." Harry whispered, bring a finger up to his mouth, "shhh, me sleep." At that Sirius let out a laugh, walking towards the bed picking up the 'sleeping' boy and heading out of his room and towards the bath.
"But to go to sleep you have to be clean don't you?" Sirius said, "which means you have to have a bath." Harry whined, scrunching up his eyes but Sirius knew he was being dramatic. Harry loved bath times.
Sirius had even found a spell that made the bubbles in the bath change colour and Harry sat there fascinated until the bath water went cold and his skin all wrinkly.
"Me getting old." He giggled at his wrinkled fingers as Sirius ruffled him with a towel, quickly drying him off.
"Do you want a story before bed?" Sirius asked. Remus had suggested the idea when Harry was having a nap, saying he remembered both his mother and father reading to him when he was a young boy.
"Stowy? For me?" Harry asked, surprise evident in both his tone and on his face. "No Dud'y?" He asked and Sirius shook his head, picking Harry up and placing him on the bed in his towel before going and finding him pyjamas.
"No, only for Harry. Only really good boys get to listen to a story."
"Me good boy?" Harry asked and Sirius nodded as he slipped on the boy's night clothes and placed him under his duvet.
"Now you have a choice between two," although Dumbledore had very kindly furnished the house to completion, there were very little children's toys and books which meant that there wasn't a lot of choice when it came to bedtime stories.
"That one." Harry pointed to a story with a witch on her broom with her cat printed on the front.
"Alright, this one it is." Sirius placed the other one down, climbing into the bed next to Harry, making the small boy giggle, and opening the book. Immediately Harry leant over, wanting to see the book whilst his godfather was reading.
The book wasn't on the long side, only taking a couple of pages before Sirius had run out of words to read. However it didn't matter because when Sirius looked down he saw that Harry was sound asleep, head leaning heavily on Sirius' arm. Quickly, hoping not to wake the boy he laid Harry's head down on his pillow, removing his glasses and placing the now read book on the side. Moving swiftly, he pecked the boy's forehead whispering his goodnight before turning out the light and shutting the door.
The next day, Harry was up before anyone else. He scrambled out of his bed and towards Sirius' room, jumping on his bed in his excitement. "We go out!" He shouted. "P'foot, we go out" waking the sleeping man up. Sirius just groaned, hiding his head in his pillow in hopes for just a few more seconds sleep but it seemed that the world, or more likely Harry was against that idea, when the boy starting jumping on the older mans bed, giggles erupting from him. The only reason Sirius hadn't told the boy off was because he hadn't heard Harry giggle that much since he had arrived and he wanted it to last as long as possible.
Slowly Sirius blinked himself awake, sitting up and seeing Harry with flushed red cheeks and a wide green eyes staring back at him. "Well good morning." Sirius said, his voice still hoarse from sleep. Harry let out a little giggle before sitting down on Sirius' bed, blinking quickly at him. Sirius frowned, realising that Harry didn't put his glasses on from his rush to get out of bed, "Harry, where are your glasses?" The little boy then proceeded to touch where his glasses should have been, like he was shocked that they weren't there. "Because without your glasses you wouldn't be able to see…" Harry stayed frozen waiting for his Godfather to finish speaking, but soon the small boy was squirming and letting out high pitched giggles, "the tickle monster!" Sirius finished off, tickling the boy until Harry was huffing out his breath, a smile bright on his face, letting out a series of "no's"
"Me no like tick' monstwer." Harry said once he had gained his breath.
"Better make sure to wear your glasses then!" Sirius joked, taking the boys hand and leading him, first to get his glasses and then down the stairs so that he could start breakfast.
"What would you like today, lil pup?" Sirius asked once Harry had sat down, going towards the cupboards to see if there was anything to eat. Usually he would leave this job to Remus but as the full moon was coming up, he knew that the man would not be up for another hour at least, maybe more because he needed as much rest as possible before going out.
"Mmm, I dun know!" Harry said, swinging his legs out from where he was sitting. "Choc?"
"Chocolate? For breakfast?" Sirius replied scandalised, knowing he never had anything of the sort.
"Yes P'foot!" Harry giggled before hopping off of his chair and walking towards the cupboards only to realise that he couldn't reach them. He kept his arms lifted up until Sirius scooped him up, letting Harry open the cupboards himself. "Choc!" He had found a box of chocolate cereal and proceeded to try and take it off the shelf, however the angle he was at made it difficult and it dropped onto the counter. "Oh no…choc." Harry whined looking down at the dropped box, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Hey, it's alright." Sirus comforted, "Look none of it has even spilled out!" Quickly the older man picked up the box, showing Harry that all was well in hopes that the little boy would not start to cry. Surprisingly it worked as no tears spilled from his eyes, his hands reaching out to grab the box again meaning Sirius had to tighten his hold of the boy. Carefully, Sirius managed to find some bowls before placing the boy down who was still clutching tightly to the box. "You going to pour it in yourself?" Sirius asked as he went to find the milk and some spoons.
"Yes!" Harry said determined, letting Sirius pry open the box and then watching as Harry reached up and poured some into each bowl. There were a few pieces that flew over the side, but overall Harry had done quite a good job and when Sirius proceeded to tell him, a big grin found itself upon the boy's face.
"We go out now?" Harry asked once he has finished his cereal, looking expectantly at Sirius. Looking at the clock, it seemed far too early for any of the shops to be open and for Remus to be up so Sirius shook his head, causing the younger boy to pout.
"When?" He whined in a loud voice, pushing the bowl, still partly full of milk, away from him and causing it to slide to the floor with a crash. Both looked down with wide eyes at the broken bowl and the milk that was slowly beginning to trickle across the floor. Sirius, for only a few moments was frozen, because this was the first time that Harry had done something wrong on purpose. He had no idea what to do, whether to discipline him or calm him or say everything would be alright.
"P'foot..." Harry whispered, already feeling guilty.
"Harry!" Sirius spoke in what he hoped was a stern voice, Sirius had no idea where to go from there, making everything up from the top of his head.
"M'sorry." Harry sobbed, tears already streaming down his face. "P'foot m'sorry."
"I know you are," Sirius spoke in a softer tone, though his is fighting against every instinct to reach out and hold the boy until those unwanted tears stopped, "but you know that was a bad move kiddo, and if it happens again, then I'm going to have to do something about it."
"M'sorry!" Harry basically whined and that was the point where Sirius' resolve broke and he quickly picked the boy up.
"It's okay, shh, it's alright." Sirius comforted as he picked up his wand from where he left it on the table and used it to started clearing up the mess.
It was all cleared up and practically forgotten about when only a few minutes later when Remus came down, rubbing his eyes and squinting at the bright morning sunlight. "Ah, there he is!" Sirius called out, watching as Harry ran towards the other man.
"woony!" Harry hugged the werewolf's legs tightly for a few seconds before letting go and scuttling back to Sirius.
It took far longer than Harry would have liked for everyone to get out of the house. Both Remus and Sirius had to get ready and then they had to get Harry ready as well before sorting themselves out for the trip. By the time they were actually all together and waiting to go, two and half hours and ticked past since Harry had woken.
"We go?" Harry asked, tugging on his Godfathers hand.
"Yes, yes, we are going now!" Sirius said with a big smile on his face, picking the boy up and holding him before he stepped into the fire. They had explained to him during the two and half hours how they would be getting to Diagon Alley and what it would feel like, stating that all Harry had to do was hold on tight and Sirius would keep him safe. And that is exactly what Harry did, his hands leaving marks on the man's jacket once he was put safely down on the ground.
Once the boy had opened his eyes, they were squeezed shut during the travel, he saw that he was in a completely different place. Sirius watched as the boy turned his body round in amazement, his eyes looking at everything that he possibly could.
"Come on then Harry." Sirius said taking his hand, "and remember, no letting go of the hand alright?" Sirius said in a more serious tone. "We don't want anyone getting lost." Once Sirius saw Harry nod his head, the man carried on walking. Remus was on Harrys other side holding his hand as well, just to make certain that Harry would not be wandering anywhere.
Harry stayed mostly silent, just looking around at all the different displays that were set out. He had never seen anything like it in his whole life. Sometimes, Harry was even lucky enough to see someone perform a magic trick and he would stop every movement he was making just to watch, causing both Remus and Sirius to stop as well. They didn't mind, because even if it was annoying for the crowd around them to stop at a moment's notice in the middle of the street, the look of pure joy on Harry's face was enough to not care about it for that moment in time.
First stop, before they could buy anything, was Gringotts. As Sirius now had gathered both his wand and his vault key, he didn't think there would be a problem when they did get to the bank.
And, there was not. It was unusually empty, meaning that all three of them could go quickly to a goblin and request to go to the vault. Sirius knew that goblins were not one for modern news and did not in fact care that Sirius Black, recent criminal just let out of Azkaban as well as Harry Potter, the boy who lived were standing there asking to be let in.
"Just yourself, Mr Black." The goblin said in a deep voice, walking towards one of the carts that would lead Sirius to his vault. "No children under the age of five are to be allowed into the vaults." He recited, "No child under the age of five to be left alone in bank." He also said, meaning that one of them would have to stay behind to look after Harry. "Only the one with the key is allowed to go down to the vault." The now increasingly annoying goblin spoke again meaning that it would have to be Sirius to go down to the vaults with him.
"Oh," Sirius said, never really accounting for this. He quickly knelt down to Harry's height, "I'll be gone for five minutes alright?" Harry nodded slowly, allowing Sirius to press a quick kiss to his forehead before he had to go or the goblin would have left without him.
"P'foot," Harry whispered once his godfather was out of sight, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Hey," Remus said picking the boy up in hopes it would calm him down. Remus really didn't need more attention on them by Harry having a breakdown. "Don't worry, he'll be back." The werewolf whispered, slowly swaying the boy from side to side.
The Black vault was filled with coins, so much so that it even surprised Sirius. He had not expected so much to be left in there, especially as most of his family knew that Sirius would have access to it and would probably want to keep his hands off of their fortune. But it seems not, as Sirius slowly pocketed some of the money, hoping it would be enough for their shopping trip and a bit more.
"Okay," Sirius said once he was done, "Okay." He said again, still in shock. "Let's go."
The ride back was much shorter than the journey there, and soon Sirius was exiting the small cart, looking up to see Harry struggling against Remus in a fight that would mean Harry could run towards Sirius. Remus, unsurprisingly, lost the battle and soon Harry was running towards his godfather, the older man only just managing to scoop him up in time otherwise they would have both fallen over. "Hey there!" Sirius said to Harry, walking towards Remus, having already thanked the goblin.
"Hey, sorry I didn't want him to run and topple you both over." Remus said, but Sirius just waved him off, telling him that it was fine.
"Now, we can go shopping!" Sirius said, all three heading towards the exit and back onto the busy street, which Harry seemed very pleased about, looking around in wonder again but now in Sirius' arms.
Eventually they came across a shop that they needed to go in, dragging Harry away from the bustling street again and into a small shop, filled with different kinds of clothes. Remus and Sirius had decided that everyone was in dire need of some new clothes that would actually fit and this was the perfect place. It ranged from children to adults, from professional to casual, with all the different colours people could think of.
Harry seemed to like the cloaks, using them as a cape that he ran around the shop in. The women at the counter, Doris, did not seem at all upset that a little child was running around and messing up her shop, in fact she was encouraging it. Picking out different clothes for Harry to try on, occupying his time so that both Remus and Sirius could do the actual shopping without too much hassle.
"Well don't you look adorable." The women spoke in a high voice, admiring the outfit that Harry had on. After a few minutes running around in cloaks, Harry had become rather tired and let the women dress him in an actual outfit instead of dress up without too much of a fuss.
"Well would you look at that." Sirius said walking over, "you look very smart." He complimented, admiring the outfit. "We just need to pick a few more pieces of clothing and then we can go." Sirius said, taking the boys hand, and walking to where the lady was no picking out more clothes for the smaller boy.
"No…" Harry whined, "stay!" he suggested instead, "stay, play!"
Sirius shook his head, picking up the boy so he could talk to him properly. "But if we were to stay here, we could never see all the magic!" Harry's eyes widened, mouth forming an 'o' in the thought of missing out on magic, one of his favourites things.
"Little stay?" Harry compromised, and Sirius almost couldn't handle how adorable the small boy was. How had this become his life? He didn't know, but he was very grateful.
"We can stay for a little while but then we must be going." Once Harry nodded his agreement, Sirius and Doris both sorted out clothes for the young boy whilst Remus picked out the rest for the adults.
It only took a couple of minutes and soon Sirius was fishing out his coins and handing them over to the lady. Harry caused a bit of a fuss and leaving so soon, but he promised Doris that they would come back.
"Well I should hope so," Doris said bending down so she was eye level with Harry, "I've got to see my favourite customer again!"
"Fave-it?" Harry asked, eyes wide behind his glasses.
"Favouritist favourite."
Once everyone had left the shop, they headed towards one of Sirius' favourite shops, 'Quality Quidditch Supplies'.
He was hoping that Harry would share the same enthusiasm for Quidditch as both he and James did, but unfortunately for Sirius he would have to wait a few years before Harry could actually ride a broom properly.
"Ooh," Harry said as soon as they stepped, already trying to race ahead and look at everything.
Sirius loved this shop more than most, as this place held a lot of dear memories of him when he was younger. Through all the years at Hogwarts, Quidditch was one of his favourite things to do. Distracted him from the dark thoughts of his home life, Sirius was adamant in the thought that Harry would never have to deal with that.
Remus took Harry's hand, leading him around the shop in hopes to distract him enough so that Sirius could find some birthday presents. Harry was too interested with everything in the shop to really notice that Sirius had wandered away a bit.
Although there wasn't a lot you could get a newly turned three year old in terms of Quidditch, seeing as it was quite a dangerous game, there were at least a few things. And Sirius purchased all of them. From a small pack of playing cards, with only the most famous Quidditch players faces on, to a Quidditch top that was a deep red that had the number seven on it and a little toy golden snitch that fluttered around the air, but only a short distance meaning that anyone, including little boys, could catch it.
Once Sirius was finished with his purchases, putting them inside of his never-ending bag, he went over to where Remus and Harry were looking at the brooms.
"Not until you're older." Sirius heard the werewolf mutter, and in response Harry let out a low whine in outrage at the thought of waiting.
"Not now?" Harry asked in what Sirius thought was his cute, I get what I want voice, but Remus didn't bow down, still shaking his head explaining that it was too dangerous for Harry to be flying a broomstick right now.
"And that is final Harry." Sirius said, swooping in so the blame won't rest solely on Remus.
"Noo.." Harry whined again, but the two wouldn't budge and the subject was soon dropped due to the fact that the three of them had left the shop and were now heading back out into the crowd.
The spent the better part of a day in Diagon Alley, going to various shops including the owl emporium, which Harry was fascinated by and could not look away from all the owls and it took several minutes to convince the little boy that one, they don't need an owl right now, and two, that they had to leave the shop eventually and not just stay there forever. They also went to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, where they all actually had a good time, Harry managing to get ice cream all around his mouth. By the time they got back, the air was starting cool down and the sun was starting to settle for the night.
"Did you have fun then?" Sirius asked, putting the tired boy down on the sofa. Somehow Harry had managed to be awake the whole day without feeling a little sleepy, but as soon as he was home his eyes were drooping and his body going lax which meant it was nap time. Even though it meant he was going to be up late tonight.
"Mmmm, fank-oo P'foot." Harry mumbled as his eyes closed and he drifted off to dream world.