That afternoon was full of giggles. August 7th 1981. James and Lily had gone on a trip to Austria to watch the World Cup, and needed someone to watch Harry while they were there. As Lily deemed him too young to go watch. Your husband Sirius, and you were glad to take the little rascal for a few weeks.. so here you were.

Sirius grinned as Harry babbled and rushed around the house on his mini broomstick. “Annnd Harry scores!” the black haired man cheered as he picked up the toddler and swirled him around.