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Sirius wiped away a tear.
“Handkerchief?”
“Shut up.”
Severus pressed a kiss to his head.
“He’ll be fine.”
They both waved as the scarlet steam engine blew its whistle and began to chug its way out of the station.
“Did you ever imagine?”
Severus threw his head back and laughed, startling some of the onlookers. He wasn’t known for laughter.
“You mean ten years ago, when you barged into Harry’s nursery, shoved your wand in my face, accused me of my best friend’s death—whose body I was weeping over—demanded I accompany you to the Ministry, swept your godson into your arms, and stupefied Hagrid when he tried to stop us? Did I anticipate this moment, standing with my husband, watching our son take his first journey to Hogwarts?”
“Well, when you put it like that.” Sirius kissed the underside of Severus’ jaw. “He’ll be okay, won’t he?”
“Polaris will be fine.”
“Harry.”
“He prefers Polaris.”
“That’s because he’s been talking to Reggie’s portrait.”
“The Goblins have confirmed the name change, Love.”
“I know,” Sirius sighed.
“You should be honored.”
“Eh,” Sirius shrugged. “Family.”
His head landed on Severus’ shoulder.
“Family.” Nothing could hide the smile in Severus’ voice.