Harry beams, then hands them the piece of paper he had been hiding behind his back. It’s a drawing—the one he’d been working on with Minerva, Sirius realises. "It’s us," Harry explains as Sirius and Remus take the artwork carefully. "Padfoot the dog, and a wolf for Moony, and a baby puppy for me. Because I’m the pup," Harry adds. A pup, Sirius realises, not a fawn.