"What’s going on here?" Harry’s uproarious laughter had had the effect of waking the portraits downstairs, and therefore gaining the attention of other members of the household; Sirius was peering up at them as he wrestled with the curtains around his mother’s portrait, "You okay, Harry?" Harry couldn’t speak through his laughter, clutching one arm around his middle and pointing at Draco in the stairs with the other, "Oh, I see," Sirius gave up on his mother’s portrait, and joined them on the stairs, smiling down at a scowling Draco, "Alright there, little cousin?"