"I object to that statement," Harry said, rubbing his cold nose against Sirius’ side. He was warm and smelt like home and Harry was only just realising how long it’d been since he’d seen his Godfather. "We’ve not solved the mystery yet," he realised, pressing closer yet. Sirius ran a hand over his head, letting his palm rest there. Harry leaned against the warmth. "What’s our hint, Pads?" 