“James, it’s Sirius,” Lily yelled.
“Hello handsome,” Sirius cooed, taking Harry from Lily and cuddling him. “How are you my favourite little god-son? Oh giving mummy and daddy some sleep I hope?”
“James isn’t happy today. He’s stuck himself upstairs in that study.”
“What’s wrong?”
Lily shook her head, and then shrugged. “I don’t know. I think he’s allergic to following Albus’ rules. He wants to go and help find you-know-who.”
Sirius bit his tongue; he could tell she wouldn’t appreciate a laugh.
“I’ll cheer him up,” Sirius said confidently, and went up the stairs to find his best friend.