A/N: Sorry it's been a while, haven't really had much motivation. But this chapter was nearly done anyway so I thought I would finish it up. Hope you like. Review if you so wish!
Once Sirius awoke it was to find Harry still very much snuggled into his chest, a little puddle of drool pooling on the sheets where Harrys mouth had been agape whilst he slept. Tiredly, the older man's brain still finding its way into the land of living, Sirius ran his hand through the dark hair of his godson. He lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the silence of the room, the only sound coming from the heavy breathing of the young boy and the faint snores in the background from Remus in the other room.
Soon Sirius was awake enough to move without having to rouse the boy, pressing a small kiss to Harrys head before extracting himself from the tight grip. Harry let out a little whine at the loss of contact making Sirius pause, but the boy soon settled back into the sheets, letting out a soft snore.
Sirius made his way down the stairs, peaking out of the window to see the sun heading towards its end for the day meaning that the two of them had slept for a good few hours. Also meaning that Harry would not be easy to put to bed tonight. Sirius knew that Remus would not be waking for a few more hours, maybe not even coming out of his bedroom until the next morning due to his tough night so Sirius was on his own with dealing with the infant.
It was only five minutes since Sirius had wandered downstairs and attempted to try and cook some form a dinner for the occupants of the house when he heard a loud thud from upstairs followed by a cry. Before Sirius even realised what he was doing he was running back up the stairs towards the noises, towards to where his little boy would be.
Harry was sitting by the side of the bed on the floor, rubbing his head as tears rolled down his face with the sourest look on his face. "P'foot..." Harry whispered when he saw the man, reaching his arms out as a signal for the man that he wanted to be lifted up. Sirius complied, lifting the boy up into his arms and cooing as he searched for injury.
"It's okay baby," Sirus whispered, "you're alright." Once Sirius concluded that Harry hadn't hurt himself other than a small bruise that would cease to hurt in a few minutes he carried the boy down the stairs, letting Harry latch onto him as tightly as he wanted.
Harry was still crying when the two were settled downstairs, the small boy sitting in the older man's lap. "Why the tears huh?" Sirius asked, "Your head still hurting?" He questioned but Harry shook his head, reaching out a hand and pulling on the collar of the shirt Sirius was wearing. Harry looked at him with his wide green eyes, tears still slipping down his face as he waited for Sirius to somehow figure out why he was still upset.
"Hmm, you being a quiet boy now?" Sirius spoke, letting one hand rub up and down along Harrys back in hopes to comfort him. "Are you sad because…" Sirius paused for a second before asking, "You're hungry?" Harry shook his head. "Are you a smelly little boy?" Sirius joked in hopes to get Harry to crack a smile, taking an exaggerated sniff of the boy, scrunching his nose up in a pretend foul gesture, "pew-wee." Sirius said making the boy laugh just a little, "Not smelly then?" Sirius asked and Harry again shook his head. "Let's see," Sirius thought back to the day and he knew it had been emotional for the boy, especially being separated from Sirius for an extended amount of time, and waking up without him probably wasn't very fun. Oh. Sirius had got it.
"Did you think Padfoot had left you when you woke up?" Sirius asked in a quiet sympathetic voice, and at that Harry nodded fervently, a small cry escaping from his mouth. "Oh Harry." Sirius whispered, hugging the boy close and cooing slightly. "I'm here now, not going anywhere." Sirius said hoping to ease the boy. He took the gently rocking the boy and letting the tears run out, "It's okay." Sirius kept on repeating and soon the cries tapered off, Harry just sniffling slightly until he pushed his face away from Sirius' chest and looked up at his godfather.
"Sowwy," Harry whispered rubbing at his eyes.
"It's okay baby. Nothing to be sorry about." Sirus kissed the boys forehead before lifting him up, placing Harry on his hip and walking into the kitchen. "Now, my little monkey, what would you like for dinner?"
Sirius managed to make a sandwich for them both with only the use of one hand as Harry refused to be put down, each time he attempted the boy would let out a small cry, pulling on Sirius' heart strings and he would quickly scoop Harry back up and hold him protectively to his chest whispering a small apology. It seems that Sirius was still not forgiven for leaving Harry last night. But the sick comfort that Sirius got from the fact that Harry was just as distraught as Sirius was when the two left each other the previous day made Sirius feel ashamed. He didn't want Harry or himself to be so clingy to one another, but Remus reassured Sirius that what both Sirius and Harry went through with going to Azkaban and Harry with being with the Dursleys, it was perfectly normal to be so attached.
When Dumbledore took Harry away and the small boy had refused to even look at the two adults in the room, that was one of the most heart-breaking moments of Sirius' life and he never ever wanted to feel like that again, or make it so that Harry would feel like that. He was very close to rushing after them and stealing Harry back with promises the never leave him again, but then he turned to Remus and knew that it was for the best. At least for the night.
The full moon that night was one of the worst that Remus had experienced in a while. Although Snape's new potion was helping with the transition and mind set when Remus was a wolf, it was still early days of Snape brewing it which meant it had its faults that needed to be worked through for it to be perfect. The pain was still agonising for Remus and seeing your best friend like that, when you had missed out on it for a few years and forgotten the detail, was horrifying. That emotional exhaustion coupled with the distraught of seeing Harry so unhappy made for a very tired Sirius, which was he very much needed that nap and very much liked the idea that Harry was snuggled next to him; safe.
Sirius placed Harry on his special chair and immediately sat down next to him so the boy wouldn't cry out, and proceeded to cut Harry's sandwich up into small bitesize pieces so that he wouldn't choke. "Here you go munchkin," Sirius said when he presented the food to Harry.
"Fank-oo." Harry whispered before taking a bite, chomping down on it before picking up another piece and slowing gnawing on that. Once Sirius could confirm that Harry was settled he set to work on his own sandwich until he felt eyes on him, looking up he saw his godson staring at him. "P'foot?"
"Yeah buddy?"
"Whewe Mwoon-ee?"
"He's sleeping, he's still not feeling great." Sirius answered, looking up to the ceiling where he knew Remus was.
"Oh," Harry puffed his cheeks out managing to get butter from the sandwich across his cheeks, "Me no help?"
"Not today baby, maybe tomorrow he'll feel better and can come out and play?" At that a bright smile bloomed onto the boy's face and he nodded eagerly to show his agreement. "Okay, finish your sandwich and then you can play for a little while." Sirius instructed pointing to the forgotten meal.
"You play with me?" Harry asked, picking up the sandwich but not yet eating it, only fiddling.
"I'll play with you if you finish your dinner." Sirius said and at that Harry stuffed the little piece of bread and cheese into his mouth and chewed loudly wanting eat it hurriedly so that he could quickly start playing with his godfather.
Once everything was cleared away and Sirius managed to wipe away half of Harrys dinner from the boy's face, the two were sitting on carpeted floor. Harry held one hand on the truck, idly moving it up and down and making small noises as he did so, and one hand in Sirius' a casual grip just to make sure that Sirius knew that he wasn't allowed to leave.
"Do you know what next week is, baby?" Sirius asked Harry, making the boy pause in his play for just a second before shaking his head and going back. "It's somebody's birthday!" Sirius said gleefully, grabbing Harry and placing him in his lap making him drop the truck and squeal as his godfather started to tickle him.
"N-no! Stop!" Harry called out, squirming away from the evil hands of his Padfoot as he continued to tickle the boy and make him peel with laughter.
"But I'm the birthday monster!" Sirius laughed, "Here to give the birthday boy an early present!" Sirius continued tickling the boy only for a few more moments, seeing that Harry had gone pink from being so breathless. They both panted quietly for a second, letting the two cool down.
"What do you want to do for your birthday?" Sirius asked more seriously, not knowing whether Harry would give a proper response or not. It didn't surprise Sirius when all Harry did was shrug, probably not knowing what a birthday really was.
That was alright though, because Sirius had it all planned out. He had bought all the gifts during his two adventures out shopping. He also knew that this was a perfect opportunity for Harry to make friends. It was an exciting time where children would thrive and not feel awkward which was why he had invited the Weasley's over; all five of their children. As well as that Neville Longbottom was coming and a few other children that came from families within the order that fought against Voldemort. Ones that he trusted.
Three years old Harry was turning. Sirius had only been around for a third of Harry's life and for him that wasn't even close to enough to what he wanted and he knew for a fact that James would have agreed with him there. But Sirius was going to work very hard making it up to Harry even if he has to do it for the rest of his life. Starting with this grand birthday party.
"Do you know how old you're going to turn Harry?" Sirius asked the boy who has just wiggled his way off of Sirius' lap and collected the toy truck that he had previously been playing with before the birthday monster attacked.
"Mmm, noh." Harry said not really looking like he cared much.
"Well Mr Piglet you will be turning three!" Sirius showed Harry three fingers on his hand; pinkie, ring and middle to demonstrate how old the boy was turning. Harry looked up, glancing to the hand and reaching his arm out to touch it.
"Fwee?" Harry asked fiddling with the fingers, his touch light.
"Three! There's a clever boy!" Harry preened at the praise, "so if you are going to be turning three next week, what's your age now?" Sirius knew that teaching him this would not be enough and school will inevitably become an issue. He knew for a fact that he himself would not be a good teacher for the boy seeing as he barely concentrated himself during classes, he certainly would not be able to teach. He would have to have a discussion with Remus about what they were going to do.
"Erm, fwee?" Harry asked, trying to replicate the three fingered gesture that Sirius was making. The older man shook his head.
"No baby, you're two right now." He then changed the amount of fingers he was holding up to two.
"Two?" Harry asked and Sirius nodded. "Me two?" He asked and Sirius nodded again a big smile breaking out on his face.
"There we go! Good boy!" Sirius celebrated causing Harry to giggle.
The two played for a bit longer before Sirius saw it was approaching Harry's bed time. "Harry," Sirius said grabbing the boy's attention, "bath time." Harry shook his head, ready to crawl away from the terrible nightmare that was bath time. "Yes monkey," Sirius managed to pick up the squirming child, "you were able to get away with no having one yesterday." Harry usually loved bath time but today he seemed to not want to comply, ready to go with full blown war if it meant he could get out of it. "I thought you liked baths." Sirius stated and Harry just shrugged, not giving a hint of a reason as to why he didn't want his bath.
"I'll even do the spell that makes the bubbles change colour?" Sirius suggested but that didn't get a reaction either. Usually when bath times came around Harry was docile, but seeing as he had just had a long nap which had given him energy and the fact that he was being a wriggly bug right now that clearly wasn't the case.
"It's alright, you don't have to go to sleep right after bath time." Sirius commented, hoping that was the reason for the rebel. It looked like Sirius' judgement was correct as Harry soon settled. Little did the boy know that Sirius planned on filling the bath with lavender, a herb that will slowly entice the boy to the world of dreams.
Whilst setting the bath up Sirius placed Harry on the toilet, letting him get on with his business as Sirius kept a watchful eye on him. When Harry was finished Sirus made him clean his teeth, knowing that the boy would be far too tired once the bath was complete to do anything other than be carried to bed. When the bath was full and the scent of lavender was wafting through the air Harry was placed in the water. Almost immediately the boy relaxed, letting out a long sigh and unwinding his tense muscles. "You a tense boy?" Sirius commented but Harry didn't really reply, just letting out a series of snuffles before going silent once again.
It only took a few minutes to wash the boy but Harry stayed in there a lot longer. He let his hand drift along the surface of the water, squash the bubbles with his fist and splash the water which made it soak onto Sirius which seemed to be the most amusing thing for Harry as kept on repeating this action, letting out little giggles as he did so.
Soon though Harry could barely keep his head up, and that was the time Sirius knew for the kid to get out. So quickly standing, he grabbed a towel and picked the boy. He unplugged the bath so the water was able to drain out and then he walked towards Harry's bedroom.
When they got to the doorway Harry made Sirius paused by reaching out a hand and pointing towards where Sirius' bedroom was. "Uh?"
"Sleeping in your own bed today buddy." Sirius said in a quiet voice, knowing that if he let Harry move and not sleep in his own room then it would become a common occurrence which would not be good.
"How about a story hey?" Sirius suggested to try and calm the boy and not let the waterworks start. Harry nodded, his head resting against the older man shoulder. Gently Sirius lay Harry on the bed, tucking him under the duvet and grabbing a book from the shelf. It was a book full of different fairy tales, this one about a princess trapped in a tower. "Once upon a time…" Sirius started and surprisingly Harry stayed awake throughout the whole book. It wasn't that long but with the state Harry was in after the bath Sirius expected him to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
"Story's finished baby," Sirius whispered, "which means it's time for sleepy-byes." Harry whined and shook his head, grabbing onto Sirius' hand. "Harry." Sirius said in a sterner tone, although it was still soft.
"Arm?" Harry asked, looking up at the man as if that word spoke everything that Sirius needed to know.
"Arm? Baby what do you mean by arm?"
"Arrmmm!" Harry groaned, sitting up and trying to jump out of bed but Sirius stopped him by grabbing him around the waist.
"Woah there!" Sirius said, "Where are you going?"
"Arm! Need arm!" Sirius could see that Harry was close to crying territory so he let the boy go, following closely as Harry stumbled his way without glasses towards Sirius' bedroom. Once he was there he managed to find the bedside table and the small charm that was left there by Sirius just before they had their nap.
"Oh you wanted your charm?" Sirius asked, and Harry nodded clutching the small stone tightly. Once he was satisfied that the stone was in fact secure in his grip he lifted his arms up waiting for Sirius to lift him and carry him back to his bedroom where he fell asleep quite happily.
"Night baby," Sirius said kissing the boys temple before moving the door just shy of being closed before heading back towards the bathroom and clearing up.
The 31st of July approached quite quickly for Sirius. He had told Harry what he was planning on doing when the day of the anniversary of his birth arrived, seeing as Harry was a quiet boy and having a house full of strangers would probably scare him. Harry didn't seem anxious about the party, more confused as to why Sirius was going to all this trouble for him.
"Harry," Sirius spoke to the boy who was on the floor again playing with his toys, "you remember when we spoke about your birthday?" All Harry did was nod and Sirius shared a look with Remus, letting him continue the conversation.
"Well, we want to celebrate your birthday with a little party, would that be alright?" The werewolf asked. Harry looked to Remus and then to Sirius with a frown on his face.
"Why?" Was all he asked.
"Because you're turning three!" Sirius exclaimed in hopes to get the boy excited. "And every child deserves a great party for their third birthday." Sirius explained.
"Mmm, Dud'y got one." Harry agreed, "but-but they say no! Me no Dud'y!" Harry's mood suddenly changing to be quite upset. Remus swooped in, picking up the boy and trying to comfort him.
"But we don't need to the listen to Dudley or your aunt and uncle do we?" Remus said softly, "we have our own rules." That fact seemed to calm Harry, but he still insisted on staying in Remus' safe hold until dinner time.
But that was a few days ago and now it was the real thing. Sirius woke himself up one hour before Harry usually roused meaning he had time to run around the house, getting decorations put up and using a little magic to help wrap the presents neatly. Remus was up as well and making food for the big birthday breakfast, with pancakes, pastries, bacon and all of Harry favourites.
When Sirius heard Harry wake up, the classic thump of Harry jumping off his bed and the walk towards the bathroom, the man ran up the stairs and helped the boy onto the toilet. Harry didn't like asking for help for the toilet, not really knowing how, so he usually just struggled until he got there or he had an accident. Sirius really needed to invest in a potty or nappies. He would ask Remus or go out shopping tomorrow he decided. He didn't want to leave Harry on his birthday.
He had only had an accident three times during the time Sirius had been with him, two during the night and one because of the fact he didn't ask for help. When Sirius found him, he was in floods of tears sitting in his wet clothes by the toilet and refusing to cooperate with Sirius as he tried to clean him up and help him, scared out of his mind. It ended with Sirius having to stop cleaning the boy up, only just able to get him out of his clothes and cleaned before Harry's cries became too much and Sirius cuddled with him against his chest until the tears stopped.
"You alright monkey?" Sirius asked once he got the bathroom, helping the boy up onto the toilet so that there would be no accidents on his birthday.
"Mmm." Was all Harry said, clearly still trying to wake up.
"Do you remember what day it is?" Sirius asked and Harry looked up, eyes wide.
"Burf-day?"
"That's right! And how old are you turning?"
"Fwee!" Sirius clapped a little, making the boy light up. Once Sirius had cleaned and helped Harry down and stood him on a little step to wash his hands, they travelled down the stairs towards where the decorations had been set up, including some magical balloons.
The balloons were scattered around the room, slowly changing colours. One went from bright pink, moving towards a dark maroon before landing on a rich deep purple. Then it slowly faded right back to bright pink, repeating the cycle. Harry was immediately drawn to a bold red balloon that gradually became a golden yellow. His small hand reached up, but he was too small to reach the floating object so Sirius helped lift him. Harry's hands lightly trailed along the thin golden rubber. When the hand came into contact with the balloon, even the smallest of touches, the balloon made a vicious blue colour which made a small gasp escape from Harry's lips. Slowly, ever so delicately for so such a young boy, he reached out with both hands, Sirius having to change his hold so that both his arms were wrapped around the young boy's body. A brilliant grin erupted on his face when he saw the balloon change colour under his hand prints to the same colour blue. When he let the balloon go, he saw the blue handprints for a single second before they faded back to the balloons overall golden colour.
"Down you get." Sirius said placing the boy down on his own chair, ready to be served his birthday breakfast.
Sirius lent over, cutting the bacon into smaller pieces and the egg into bitesize cuts. It took Harry a while to pick through everything, but the boy made sure that he got at least a bite from each individual dish.
Once the food was done Harry jumped down from his chair before either Sirius or Remus could interfere and walked the short distance to Sirius and placed his arms up in the now common signal that he wanted to be picked up. Quite happily Sirius set the birthday boy down on his lap, looking over to Remus to silently ask if he could clear up. Without a word Remus got his wand out and cast a quick spell that moved the dishes towards the sink, the tap starting to run. Harry looked around, eyes wide as they usually went whenever magic was done in the house.
"Present time!" Sirius then said, getting his wand and transferring the presents from where they were neatly stacked over to the table, right where Harry was sitting. Harry clapped, letting out a squeal of delight at the sheer amount of gifts in front of him.
"This one first," Sirius said pulling out a small box, the red paper bold against the bright golden bow wrapped neatly atop. Harry's small hands slowly moved towards the present, trying to pull the bow away but in the end he had to have Sirius' help, tearing through the thin paper. When it was free a small cardboard box was left. It was bright green with, "Popping Rocks" written along it in bright yellow letters. Harry's eyebrows furrowed as he had no idea what it was. Remus let out a cough, leaping over towards where the object lay and picking it up.
"Sirius!" He looked over to see Sirius grinning manically, "Harry is far too young to be playing with this!"
"I know I know! Fire and all that, but I didn't get to play with these until I was in first year at Hogwarts, but I always saw my cousins playing with them when I was younger and I got so jealous. When I saw them I just had to get them."
"Harry has literally just started his life, do you want him to finish it so early?" Remus scolded, holding the snaps away from the boy as if they were going to pop right out and kill Harry there and then.
"You should know that I never want Harry to be hurt. Ever." Sirius seethed, unexpectedly aggravated at Remus' comments, and it looked like Remus understood as his face went from anger to acceptance in a matter of seconds. "And Harry would never be playing with them on his own, I would always be there. It's very safe and fun when you think about it." Sirius added just to be smug.
"Wha?" Harry asked confused at the fact that his present had been taken away from him so suddenly, his arms reaching out to where Remus was still clutching it.
"This," Sirius held out his hand to receive the box back and show his godson, "is something called Popping Rocks, where if you throw one," Sirius shook the little cardboard box to hear little balls rolling around, "then it explodes into a small little firework. I'll show you when it gets dark." Sirius promised, giving the box back to Remus who put it on a very high shelf.
"Next present!" Sirius called out, reaching for one and the next and more and they kept coming, Sirius' eyes getting brighter as he saw Harry getting happier with each one. The little boy would clap or squeal when he got something that he would like, sometimes almost immediately trying to play with until Sirius reminded him that there was more and the boy got excited all over again. Harry had gained a pile of different sorts of sweets, toys and games. Within that he even got a whole set of Quidditch balls, each individually wrapped coming in identical striped black and white boxes. Sirius got to explain to him the whole idea of Quidditch and what each ball did in the game. Harry didn't really take it in, just liked touching the different textures of the balls but it let Sirius explain what his favourite sport was to his favourite human and that made him happy. The last one, the little toy snitch, was wrapped especially because Sirius was sentimental. When Harry picked it up like he did with all over presents a pair of small wings popped out either side and he gasped quickly letting go instinctively, but the ball stayed level as the wings fluttered so quickly a small buzz was heard from them.
"Mmm...P'foot?" Harry said in a scared shaky voice, turning his head so that it was smushed against his godfather's chest. "I don't wike it..." Harry muttered, fisting at the material that Sirius was wearing. Instantly protective hands were wrapped round the small boy, the snitch was soon put back in its box and the buzzing died down. It took a few moments for Harry to come out from his protective cocoon, looking around and not finding the small golden ball of terror anywhere making Harry relax.
"Why don't you like the ball Harry?" Sirius asked but Harry just shrugged, letting out a shiver so Sirius dropped the subject, moving onto the next and very last present. The deep red Quidditch top that had the number seven on the back of it.
"Ooo! P'foot! Mwoon-ee!" Harry exclaimed, fisting the material of the top and letting out an excited squeak. It seemed as though Harry liked it. Quickly Sirius shimmied off Harry's pyjama top and replaced it with the dark red which Harry seemed to adore. Constantly fiddling with the silky material.
"Fank-oo." Harry spoke quietly, still looking down at the new top that was now his.
"That's quite alright Harry." Sirius said standing up and positioning Harry on his hip as he used his spare hand that wasn't wrapped up in securing Harry to clear up. Soon Remus and Sirius had cleared up all the wrapping paper and the presents were transferred either into the living room or to Harry's bedroom.
Looking at the golden clock ticking on the kitchen wall, it showed Sirius that the three of them only had a few hours before the guests were arriving. Meaning that they all had to shower and be dressed and presentable and have a range of food set before the guests arrived. They needed to get to work.
Remus went to shower first, leaving Harry and Sirius to tidy up the whole of down stairs. And by that Sirius cast a quick spell, leaving Harry speechless, and everything floated back to its original place meaning that for the next forty minutes the two could play instead of having to do boring stuff like tidy. And then Remus came down and scooped Harry up meaning it was time for Sirius to go and make himself look presentable.
Remus placed Harry in his special seat but he moved it closer to where Remus would be working so that Harry would feel included. Together Remus and Harry made a plate full of different types of sandwiches, although Remus did most of the work and had to try and stop Harry from eating all the bread and filling.
Luckily for the adults the cake was already made and decorated and was stored on a high shelf in a cupboard so that there was no chance of Harry seeing it.
"You excited?" Remus asked over the low volume of background music that was being played by the radio. Harry nodded, reaching out for another piece of bread but this time he was stopped by Sirius who has snuck down after getting ready.
"No eating before the party Harry," Sirius stated picking the young boy up and placing him on his hip. "Isn't your tummy full from all that yummy breakfast food?" Sirius asked bouncing the boy slightly. Harry nodded his head, and then placed his thumb in his mouth and started sucking.
Soon everything was set up, Remus doing most of the work whilst Harry and Sirius messed around. But Sirius argued it was the boy's birthday and he deserved to be happy every minute which just unfortunately meant that Sirius had to play with him instead of helping out.
The guests soon started to arrive, the Weasley's first and as soon as they stepped into the room there was a whole wave of brand new noise that got Harry gripping tightly to Sirius' hand.
"Ah, Harry!" Mrs Weasley said as soon as she saw the boy, acting as if they were old friends. A big smile was on her face as she travelled over to the birthday boy who was still wearing his new Quidditch top. He had refused to take it off. "Happy Birthday!" She said bending down so she was eye-level with the boy, "it was very nice of you to invite us to your party." Her voice softer now that she was closer. A small blush rose of the boy's face and he tucked himself towards Sirius.
"Harry, you being a little bit shy?" Sirius said looking down at the boy but Molly waved it off like she was expecting it.
"Why don't you meet Ron?" Molly said somehow reaching back and grabbing her son and pushing him forward, "he turned three just a couple of months ago." She stated, and when Harry looked up he saw a ginger freckled boy who was a couple of inches taller than Harry with a big smile on his face.
"We can pway!" Ron said reaching out a hand for Harry to take. The little black haired boy looked at the hand before glancing towards his godfather who gave him an encouraging nod and a light pat on the back. It only took a moment before Harry reached out his hand and took Ron's and the two ran off to play.
Sirius watched his godson for a few seconds before turning to the short woman standing in front of him. "Mrs Weasley, it's lovely of you to come."
"We were happy to be invited! My son, Ron, has been looking for a friend his age. It appears his older brothers just are not up to scratch." Sirius smiled in reply, before telling Molly of his concerns for Harry.
"I feel it will do Harry good to have someone his own age instead of two adults."
"Of course dear, it can get lonely for a boy on his own. But it seems like those two will become the best of friends." Molly spoke, pointedly looking towards her son and Harry as the two were in their own world playing.
It took a couple of hours for the party to die down and for the guests to leave. Harry had exhausted himself with social interaction, playing and coming down from a sugar high and was now falling asleep standing up. Sirius was not too far behind, from going to being alone for hours to having lots of people crowded in a small place, it had taken it's told on the animagi.
"Did you have a good time today?" Sirius asked when tucking Harry into bed. The boy nodded, beaming as he wiggled down the bed and got himself comfortable. "Well I'm glad." Sirius spoke softly. Harry yawned widely, his eyes closing and Sirius knew that in no time Harry will be asleep so he quickly said goodnight, kissed him on the forehead and left the room.
"He go down alright?" Remus asked once Sirius had gone back downstairs.
"Yeah, he was probably asleep before I even managed to walk out of the room." Sirius then turned and looked at the mess that was left over from the party.
"I'll sort this." Remus suggested at seeing the look on Sirius' face. "And before you argue, it won't take me long and I know how exhausted you must be after today. You never even sat down Sirius, so go to bed." Sirius knew from Remus' tone that he was not to be argued with, so quickly he bid him a goodnight and went off to get ready for bed.
As tradition, just before Sirius could climb into his sweet sweet bed, he went in and peaked on Harry just to check to see if he was alright. When he looked in he saw his godson snoozing away, clearly deeply asleep. Sirius whispered a final goodnight before going to bed himself.