"I'll look better in a bit, after I've washed. And maybe after tonight, if I get enough sleep." Cute boy. Boy who had no idea of the world, but was so sweet and gentle. Even though he'd been treated so cruelly. "You have your mother's eyes," he told him, smiling softly. "You look a lot like both of them. And they were both brilliant. They'd be so, so proud of you."

He was sure of it. Sirius kept eating, feeding Harry whenever he was ready, but mostly eager to get food in himself too. He had been running on very little energy, adrenaline more than anything. "You get your own room with your own bed. You can pick the room, I'll pick one right next to it. Then you can come and wake me up if you need anything."