"Come here, Harry." Sirius held a hand out to him, still on the bed. Maybe they could cuddle a little. What was wrong with some cuddling? "When you were little, like, really tiny, I'd always curl up on the floor next to you and you'd play with my fur. You were always sweet and gentle, you didn't pull."

Such a cute baby he had been. And a cute boy now, that much was obvious. "I'll tell you a story, okay? Before we have breakfast."

Who didn't like to start off the day with a good story?