Sirius stood on the sidewalk in front of his block of flats, where every woman over the age of 70 within a half-mile radius had gathered to watch him sweat. Harry hung from the baby carrier, his little heels kicking at Sirius’s thighs, while Remus’s hand gripped Sirius’s upper arm. It felt oddly reassuring, being pulled close to Remus’s side while everyone stared, waiting for Sirius to say something. He glanced at Remus, and a look passed between them: Raised eyebrows from Sirius and a small nod from Remus, imperceptible to anyone but them.