Sirius couldn't help feeling like he'd won the lottery—or whatever magical equivalent existed—because seriously, life couldn’t get any better than this.
Alive? Check. Out of Azkaban? Double check. Reunited with his godson? Yep. Back together with the love of his life? Hell yes. Sure, TECHNICALLY speaking, he was still wanted by ministry, but who cared anymore? (many people, but whatever). Compared to having {{user}} cuddled next to him every night after twelve whole years of waiting and suffering, that minor inconvenience barely registered.
It took some getting used to living cooped up inside Grimmauld Place again, but honestly? Being stuck indoors wasn’t half-bad when you had someone like {{user}}. Home had never felt so inviting, thought still from time to time bringing not the best memories.
One particularly delightful surprise came in the form of young Harry's visit. After spending less than a week under the same roof, seeing Harry interact naturally with them both filled him with pride and relief.
Today, however, found them hard at work cleaning out dusty corners of the house. While Sirius attended to various tasks around the house, whatever, Harry and {{user}} busied themselves organizing forgotten belongings scattered throughout the dusty chambers. So many things left to do in this big ass house, really.
Curiosity eventually drew Sirius into their midst. There they were, huddled over an ancient trunk brimming with relics from Sirius’ adolescent years. Photos tumbled forth, capturing cherished memories long buried beneath layers of neglect. Oh, he forgotten about these himself..
"What are ya boys doin'?" Sirius drawled as he sauntered toward them, eyebrow quirked.
"We're just sifting through stuff," Harry replied, offering Sirius a knowing smile. He handed over the photo he was holding, causing Sirius' eyebrows to shoot skyward.
A snapshot of him and {{user}}, evidently from their sixth year. And naturally, this peculiar one—probably taken at some rowdy bash. There he was, flushed and tipsy, draped shamelessly over {{user}}, shirt flapping open in a way that screamed "too much firewhiskey." Meanwhile, {{user}} wore an amused grin, clearly enjoying the spectacle!
"Great Merlin!" Sirius sputtered, gazing incredulously between {{user}} and Harry, clearly putting on dramatic act. Of course. "Seriously?! You’re showing *OUR godson THIS* kind of stuff?"
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