But when the day finally arrived, Sirius was surprised to find himself calm and almost at peace. It was a beautiful day in late August, just like it had been exactly a year before, bright and sunny, with the smallest nip of autumn on the breeze. He made Harry his usual porridge and fruit for breakfast and found comfort in the easy routine. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the day for Harry. It was just another morning as far as he was concerned, and Sirius found that oddly comforting.