𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟕 - 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝙎𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩.

In fact, he often used to live life in the moment to the fullest before his arrest and since his escape, he has beginning to try to earn his sense of freedom back, so when Lia had suggested to Remus that they have Harry's birthday at their house and have a BBQ to celebrate, well they couldn't think of anyone better to invite than Sirius himself.

Sirius was thrilled at the news to be invited to a garden party thing, something the marauders used to do before James and Lily ultimately had to go into hiding. He remembered Guinevere in the kitchen with Lily, the two of them fussing over the infant Harry and Ophelia who were playing with their fathers and godparents on the picnic blanket on the grass outside.

Ophelia had a cute little giggle and she used to kick her chubby little legs in the air as though she was fighting invisible gnomes, while Harry would roll around and attempt to crawl towards people, out of the both of them, Sirius noticed how both of their fathers would compare notes on certain stuff they had noticed about their fatherhood.

"How do you get Phee off to sleep?" Asked James, while he let Harry play with his fingers.

"I read to her sometimes, depends how fussy she gets. Normally she gets right off to sleep after a warm milk at 8pm and she sleeps right through the night." Remus said, holding Ophelia on his chest as he laid on the blanket.

"He's getting more hyperactive the older her gets, the other night he tried to climb out of the crib." James said, pushing his glasses up his nose as Harry rolled onto his stomach.

"I've not had to deal with that yet, she's only just got the hang of crawling," said Remus, bopping Ophelia on the nose gently with his finger as she slept.

Something left a pang in Sirus' heart and ultimately left him wanting to experience it himself, so he was overjoyed when James offered him the chance to be a godfather to Harry.

He wanted to be there for Harry's birthday since he had missed so many, so he attempted to make himself look a bit better than he normally did.

While Ophelia was at Hermione's, Remus had let him bathe and use some of his clothes to change into, though they were terribly loose on him, and Remus wasn't a particularly big man. Seeing his reflection so Gaunt and waxy after his shower made him feel ill, the last time he saw himself in the mirror was before he was arrested, the person looking back at him was a stranger to how he truly felt inside.

His youth had been robbed from him, and he so desperately wanted to feel that feeling again of being able to do what he wanted to do just because he wanted to do it.

So that day he wandered around as a dog until Remus signalled to him that it was safe to come back.

Transforming back into a human he overheard Remus yelling about pink lemonade, with Ophelia asking the others if they wanted any.

He wanted some too.

Meanwhile, Ophelia was fussing over the drinks and was bringing our glasses full as well as a pitcher of the pink lemonade for people to help themselves while she busied herself making pasta pesto. From the cupboard, she pulled out her mother's beautiful pasta cutter, something that was a godsend but was sorely missed at school.

Using her wand to tie up her hair on the back of her head she got busy quickly with crafting the pasta, once she had run it through she let it rest while she began to bake her secret weapon.

Harry's cake.

She popped her head out of the kitchen and into the garden, seeing that Ron had found the old swingball that had fallen down when she had grabbed the BBQ and Hermione and him were playing a game. Him furiously swatting the tennis ball Hermione's way, which could've knocked her head clean off if she hadn't have ducked.