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Sirius cried.
So much emotion welled up inside him, the day Harry was born, that he cried. Sirius cried despite not thinking himself one to be moved to tears. Growing up in the Black family, he learned not to cry over little things. Not ever crying was perhaps the one thing he’d always gotten right in Walburga Black’s mind, yet here he was crying, as he had one year ago.
“Sirius?”
“I’m fine. He’s so…” Sirius found himself lost for words seeing Harry. “I don’t have words to describe this.” He sucked in a deep breath. “But I’m so happy for you – the two of you.” A laugh suddenly escaped from his mouth, remembering how one year to the day ago, he found himself crying, although privately in his flat.
“What’s so funny?” James asked.
“Funny?” Sirius sucked in his breath, wondering how to say it ruining the precious moment for both James and Lily.
“Come on mate. You can tell us.”
Lily focused on Harry.
“It’s just – he would have been nineteen today,” Sirius muttered.
“Nineteen? Who?” James looked at him, confused.
Lily looked at him, almost as if she – unlike James, knew exactly who Sirius was referring to. “Did James tell you we want you to be Harry’s godfather?”
“Lily! You were going to let me tell him! And you know full well we’re going to tell him until Harry was born!” James said, before looking away. “I can’t believe you wanted to name your sister godmother if it had been a girl.”
“Bonkers,” Sirius muttered. He wiped away the tears. A smile flickered across his face. “Thank you. It means – it honestly means the world. And not just that, but--” Sirius swallowed.
“That Harry has the same birthday as him?” Lily smiled.
“Who?” James asked.
“Was it a pleasant surprise?” she asked.
“Yes, Lily. It was, though I didn’t want to say anything. I didn’t want to ruin the day, given…”
“He’s your brother. It doesn’t matter that he was a death eater. What matters is he’s important to you.” Lily responded.
James’ eyes widened. “Sorry. I didn’t…”
“It’s okay. This. This is amazing.”