When he got back Sirius had pulled out the photo albums, explaining each picture to Harry. He used the same word Remus had just days ago. Harry was receiving Sirius’ stories through Remus’ eyes. He sat back and watched, allowing Sirius to have this, to spend the time with the boy he had held as a baby. The boy he had ripped from the rubble and vowed to look after. The boy he had taken from his arms and handed off to a childhood of abuse. The boy who was very nearly a man.