Never Let Me Go ⚡︎ [ harry potter ]

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"This... is – was my room," Grace said as she pulled Sirius into her old bed room. She still would sleep there when she stayed overnight, but it was exactly how it was when she was ten. After Grace told her mother about how she found out the truth, and then her, Sirius and Remus then told her mother about how they all found out the truth about Sirius' innocence, they finally had lunch. Grace thought it was nice, sitting down with her mum, Remus and her dad, all of them together.

Sirius took a step into the room and looked around. The walls were a light pink, but her ceiling was a dark midnight color, with twinkling stars. There were some bookshelves that was full of books, most of them were children's books. He noticed a few photos scattered around the room, all of which were of her and Remus. He picked one up from beside her bed and stared at it. He watched as a little Grace, who couldn't be more than five years old, waved at the camera on top of Remus' shoulders, they were outside and covered in snow. There were so many photos just like that one around the house. He placed the frame back on the bedside table as he sat on her bed, and he noticed a familiar blanket that was folded neatly at the end of her bed. He smiled as he reached for it.

It's lost most of it's softness, but he held it gently as he traced the little gold snitch pattern of the fabric. "You still have this..." he whispered, feeling something in his throat swell.

"Huh?" she asked, turning to him and she frowned, watching him cradle an old blanket in his hand.

"This blanket... you still have it," he smiled sadly, running his thumbs over the worn fabric.

"Oh, yeah!" she nodded with a smile as she sat beside him. "It was my favorite blanket, I wanted to take it with me when we moved but Mum wouldn't let me," she told him. Grace looked at him, and her smile fell when she noticed the glossy look in his eyes. "Dad?"

"Sorry," he whispered, shaking his head as he blinked. "I just... I didn't think you would still have this. I – I bought you this, shortly after you were born. Your mum thought it was too big for you, but I said you would grow into it and it was the last one at the shop, I had to get it for you," he chuckled at the memory. "I used to buy you so many things just because when I saw them, I thought of you."

"Really?" Grace smiled, and he nodded.

"Bought you your first broom. When I brought that home, your mum nearly lost it. I assured her that they were safe, they don't hover more than a few inches from the ground. When you got on it, you were zooming around the house, laughing so loud and squealing..." Sirius laughed, and then his smile fell. "Bout one of the few firsts I had with you," he sighed sadly.

"What were the other ones?" she asked carefully.

"I saw your first steps," he answered, smiling at her. "You were crawling one minute, and then you climbed up to your feet using my trousers and we couldn't keep you still after that. You were walking all over the house," he told her, chuckling. "Your first Christmas, oh you loved all the lights and the decorations. Then there was your first birthday... Lily baked you a cake that you smashed your little face in before we could even sing you happy birthday," Sirius laughed, and Grace found herself smiling too. "The first word you ever said was 'dada' and I never felt prouder than I did in that moment." Then the smile slipped from his face. "After that... the world started becoming too dark... and I missed out on the rest of your firsts."

"Not all of them," she whispered as she leaned into his side. "You were the first person I told that I fancy a boy for the first time," she told him, and Sirius smiled awkwardly.

"I was a dog."

"I still told you, no one else knew."

"Finding out my daughter fancies my godson wasn't on a list of firsts I had in mind," he said lightly and she laughed. "How did that happen, by the way?"