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When the owl arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry dropped his book and ran over to the window, letting the owl in. His godfathers were right behind him as he tore open the seal, eyes darting quickly as he speed-read the eagerly awaited letter.
“Look!” Green eyes wide with excitement as he held up his letter, not a minute later.
Sirius and Remus exchanged bright smiles, happy to see Harry so excited. It had been a very long and trying winter, even the coming of summer had not been enough to bring much more than a small smile to Harry’s young face.
“I guess that means we’re getting you a broomstick, Harry!” Sirius exclaimed, clapping the young boy on the shoulder so hard he teetered into Remus.
“Sirius!” Remus admonished, smiling widely, the widest Harry had seen in a long while.
“Well, if you see here, Remus, it says, “PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK”. I don't see GODPARENTS in that reminder!” Throwing back his head in a barking laugh.
The other two chuckled at his antics as they sat back down with their abandoned breakfast. Sirius went on with his chafing remarks regarding the course books list as Harry and Remus smiled on. Ignoring Sirius's loud commentary. Remus suggested book titles to supplement the list as Harry jotted them down.
As they reached the end of the list, Sirius picked up again enthusiastically on all matters regarding broomsticks. Remus watched on, once again reminded of his dear friend James with the way Harry lit up, his interest captured whenever Sirius spoke of Quidditch and broomsticks.
“No broomsticks, Harry.” Remus words were soft yet stern, the ever-present sadness in his eyes belied by his kind smile. “Not yet.” The warmth of his arm wrapped around Harry’s back, echoed in his words, a familiar comfort Harry leaned into.
“Moony, we’re his God -parents, we’re above the authority of a parent, you see.” The illogic of his godfather stirred a laugh which Harry stifled just barely.
“An owl, perhaps?” Remus countered, his smile brightening at Sirius's disgruntled expression as he pulled Harry into a side-hug, which turned into a full proper one as Harry turned towards Remus’s chest.
“My own owl!” Harry chimed. “And more charmed ribbons too?” he added. Seeming just as eager to have the charmed bookmarks as he was to have an owl. His godfathers laughed through their agreement, Harry’s excitement infectious, lighting up Grimmauld Place brighter than that summer had.
“Oh, c’mere the both of you!” Sirius chuckled, somehow managing to envelop both Harry and Remus in his arms, lifting them both in a tight squeeze. The trio of grins exchanged as Harry looked up at his fathers who raised him.
“Congratulations, Harry.”
“Bets on Harry joining the Quidditch team.”
“Padfoot!”
“Hmm, you’re right. He’s gonna need a broomstick for that.”