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_rebelrebel (_rebelrebel) wrote,

Merlin, it was just incredible and strange to be around when things weren't hectic. The first time he had even seen James' son was when he had broken protocol and came to them straight away, needing to get them out of their house. He hadn't known if Voldemort was going to go after them right away, but he knew that they needed to go into hiding as soon as possible. Dumbledore had told him that it was the rash thing to do -- reminded him that he needed to think through his actions, but he wasn't going to ever regret almost blowing his cover to make sure that James and his son were safe.

But this was such a far cry from this night -- when Harry had been fussy and almost inconsolable and Sirius hadn't been able to sleep, far too much jittery energy. He and James hadn't been on the best of terms yet then either, and Sirius'd had a difficult time even meeting James' eye.

This time, he grinned once up at James before instantly sitting down on the floor with Harry. He presented both packages. The one with the jumper was quickly opened and almost as quickly discarded. It was a pretty color and it was very practical, but toddlers didn't need practical. His gift was opened with little tugs of Harry's fingers to reveal a small broomstick with a matching Snitch. Neither would go very far, the soft Snitch enchanted to hover just a few inches away from the broomstick.