They were out in the Summer, a little after Harry’s birthday. James and Regulus were tending to their garden and Sirius was watching the child. Usually he wouldn’t be allowed to attend to Harry on his own –not for lack of trust, for he was trusted implicitly. No, but because there were more responsible adults around, Sirius made damn sure there was never a moment of peace. Like when Regulus had all but passed out from exhaustion and James was recovering from a cold —he'd woken up to Harry staring at him, giggling a little and brandishing his new hairstyle. Which was blue. And glittery. 