As they walked away from the park, Sirius's worry grew. He looked up at Dad, his face full of concern. "Dad, we need to go home," Sirius urged. "Papa doesn't look well. Please, let's take him home."
Dad frowned but nodded, seeing the fear in Sirius's eyes. "Alright, Sirius. We'll head home," he agreed, his tone softening as he looked at Harry.
Sirius helped Dad support Papa, his anxiety evident. "Thank you," Sirius whispered to Dad as they made their way home, his gaze never leaving Papa's pale face.
