The rest of the day was surprisingly beautiful. Happy, even. Sirius was surrounded by friends, people who loved him and Harry and who missed James and Lily almost as much as he did. They looked at old pictures and videos and laughed at their shared memories. There were tears, too, of course, but the day was more sweet than bitter. He and Harry ended the night with lots of extra snuggles, cuddling on the couch watching Bluey and hugging a little tighter than usual. Sirius closed his eyes and breathed in Harry’s perfect baby smell, resting his cheek on the top of Harry’s head. A few stray tears leaked out of Sirius’s eyes and into Harry’s black hair, but they felt good, cleansing somehow, like a little baptism of love springing from the grief.