July 1980

"How did we get here?"

James looked up at his best mate and gave him a small grin. "It is a bit crazy, isn't it?"

Sirius returned the smile as his eyes drifted down to the small bundle in James' arms. There were few moments that he could ever remember seeing his brother this happy and content.

"Sometimes it feels like it was just yesterday that we were thirteen. In the backyard building a fort or sneaking off to the Room of Requirement."

"This suits you too," Sirius decided with a small nod. "For all the worrying you did for the last few months you're a natural."

"You looked quite natural yourself yesterday at the hospital," James mused. "The staff was sure that they have never seen a baby so young smile so widely."

"I was promising him that you would buy him the newest model of brooms the day each one is released."

"I think that as his godfather that may be your department."

Sirius felt his heart swell at the words. He was sure that there wasn't another title in the human language that could make him any prouder.

"There may be some truth to that," Sirius agreed with a small chuckle. "I pre-ordered the new Nimbus that comes out next spring yesterday."

"Ten months old seems like the perfect age for his first broom to me," James agreed before looking down at his sleeping son and speaking once more. "Your godfather is going to spoil you rotten. I am nearly certain of it."

"It comes with the job," Sirius grinned widely. "I plan on being his best friend."

"He likely won't realize what an amazing gift that is until a few years down the road," James replied. "Your friendship I mean."

"The same can be said for the broom," Sirius joked in an attempt to change the subject. Since he had signed the papers the previous day accepting the role as godfather his emotions had been a wreck at best. If James started in on the sentimental side of things he knew that he would crumble faster than a house of muggle cards. "Mum and dad stopping over later?" Sirius quickly asked. If silence enveloped the room James would continue with the current topic, he was certain on it. The faster Sirius changed the subject completely the better.

"Around three," James responded, his eyes still gazing down at his son. "Mum wants to make dinner. I think she would spend the night if she could." James paused as he carefully ran the tip of his right index finger down Harry's nose. "You can stay for dinner you know. We would all love if you did."

Sirius smiled softly. It had been years since the Potters took him in and adopted him. Yet, at times the feeling of being so loved and wanted could still touch him so deeply. But then, their love had always been overwhelming in the best possible way.

"I don't want to interfere on your family time."

James rolled his eyes in an over exaggerated fashion. "Shut up arse. You are in this family whether you like it or not and you know it."

Sirius couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth, nor could he help the mistiness that filled his eyes. He blinked quickly forcing it away.

That had always been the way. James taking care of him – being his strong and steady. Sirius was sure that he would never be able to do enough to repay him for literally saving his life, but despite that he would never stop trying.

The End.