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Written for Battleship challenge

Pairing picked: Betrayal - Sirius/Lily

Prompt: First Grandchild

First Grandchild

They had been beside Harry since he had called them with the stone. He didn't know they were there, of course, but until his death they would be tied to the mortal plane.

One of the little things that was lost about the stone, just as happened with many other things over time.

Not that they minded. It was horrible not being able to interact with the world around them, not even with other ghosts. But, then again, they weren't really ghosts were they? They were souls. It was a big difference.

Still, he could see how it would have been dreadfully boring if they didn't have each other for company.

They could see the aftermath of war. They could see their son recover. And Moony, Moony could see his child grow. He was always so proud when Teddy did something new. He was as proud as Harry, in fact. Even when Teddy called Harry 'Daddy,' Remus had a grin as bright as the sun on his lips.

He had bragged endlessly about knowing that Harry would be the perfect godfather, now father.

Still, it was easy for them to see that it pained Remus as well.

Time passed, years went by, and they recovered from the destruction Voldemort caused. They started moving on. Weddings started popping up left, right, and center.

Lily had been a blubbering mess when Harry finally bonded with the only Weasley girl. He would never admit that there had been tears in his eyes as well.

Their son was so grown up. He had turned into a great man, a good man. None of them could have been more proud.

And then Sirius and James found themselves in a known corridor, both pacing back and forth with Harry until a piercing wail broke the silence.

Harry froze, and James walked right through him.

"You can come in, Mr. Potter," the same little old witch that had called him and James called Harry in.

Harry took a shuddering breath, his hands shook slightly. Sirius wondered if he had looked as much of a mess as Harry did. Then Harry walked inside. Ginny looked as radiant as Lily had. Lily who was beside Ginny's bed looking at the bundle in the younger red-head's arms with awe.

Harry kissed Ginny on the forehead, a whispered thank you leaving his lips, before he took the small bundle into his arms.

The expression that graced his features identical to the one Sirius had seen when James had held Harry for the first time.

"Hey, love," Harry whispered, holding the baby close. "I've been waiting for you for a long time, you know that? From the moment your mummy told me we were expecting you, I've been anxious to see you. You have been loved since I knew you existed." Harry kissed the little forehead, nuzzling the mop of black hair that already showed signs of being Potter hair.

Sirius, James, and Lily were all huddled together, tears running down their cheeks as they watched their child and their grandson.

"What will you name him?" Ginny asked, a warm smile on her lips.

"James Sirius Potter, after my two dads."

Sirius felt James and Lily hold on to him, only then noticing just how much he was trembling.

"Our son," James echoed the words from a life-time ago.

"Our grandson," he murmured, finally feeling peace settling over him.