👪 for what my muse would say to your muse’s child about them.
“Sirius,” Harry says one night as Sirius is tucking him in. He’s so small, bright big eyes like his mom’s, an all-consuming smile his dad’s. Harry is four years old and he is curious about everything, but Sirius doesn’t expect him to ask him about James tonight. “Sirius,” He says, “What was dad like?”
Sirius’ smile fades for a moment and his ears ring, because he doesn’t want to remember James right now. What was he like? He’s already spent too many days crying over him and he’s got half a mind to tell Harry to just go to sleep - but he owes the child at least this much.
“Well…” He begins quietly, hand pushing Harry’s hair back and sinking into the mattress, both heart and body heavy. “Your dad was a very funny man. By that, I mean that he always made everybody laugh - and Harry, I’m telling you right now, that’s not so easy. He had the biggest heart of anyone that I knew. He cared a lot about all his friend, your grandma and grandpa, about your mom...about you. He cared so much about you.” Sirius sighs, “You might not remember because you were so young, but after you were born, he used to sing to you all the time. He loved you so much.”
Harry hums, a little smile on his face, before asking - “What about Quidditch? You said he played, right?”
“Oh! Oh, yeah, I wish you could see him on a broom! There was this one trick he used to do when we were younger - it was almost like he was weaving in air, making all these circles and going upside-down. Seriously good on that broom - I don’t know why he never went pro.” Sirius shrugs, and Harry turns to face him, grabbing onto his hand. “And this one time, your dad and I made your mom’s hair turn bright green...”
“...she wasn’t very happy. Not at all. But your dad never really hurt anyone, you know? Quite the opposite, really. After school, he went to the Ministry to become an auror so he could help other people. He was real good at fighting and protecting others.”
Sirius blinks at that, remembering all those nights he and James would stay up, hiding under the covers and reading their combined comic book collection, surprised murmurs whenever something unexpected happened. He quickly wipes away the tears that fall onto Harry’s blanket, and nods. “Yeah, like a superhero.”
