Inside is the kitchen. Even in the dark, Sirius can see himself at the stove, cooking his family breakfast. He can see Harry, seated on the countertop, or standing on a stool, learning to cut vegetables or mix pancake batter, or leaning over to try a taste of curry. He can imagine casual family dinners right in the kitchen, like at the London flat or when he’d stay over at James and Lily’s, serving food right off the stove and sitting at the island with Remus, Harry in between—no, Sirius corrects, just Harry. Just him and Harry, their family of two.