Harry needed Sirius all the time, and one morning without James turned into two. Then, two mornings turned into many. Those mornings turned into afternoons, then into nights. And before Sirius knew it, he was watching Harry take his first, joyful, miraculous steps toward a muddy puddle. He was standing in the ocean at sunset with Harry cuddled against his chest and Remus and Teddy playing next to them in the glittering waves, and he was radiantly happy. Happier than he’d ever been in all his life.