For bringing back such wonderful memories
Harry Potter sat at his small table, at almost a year old he was the most curious child anyone had ever seen.
His father James and Godfather Sirius, close by as baby Harry reached for his clay, giggling and shouting.
James smiled at his little boy, his only son.
Sirius looked lovingly at his godson before sliding on to the floor to play with him.
"Harry, what are you doing buddy?' "kah!" Harry shouted happily offering a piece of purple clay to him.
Sirius took it. "kah Pafoo kah!" "that's right Harry clay now let's see now… what can we make today?" Sirius said thinking hard.
" I know" Sirius said as he began to mold the clay rolling it into a ball and pulling two feathers from his pocket and molding them into the clay before holding it out to show Harry.
"sah" Harry clapped and giggled as the purple snitch zoomed by him and landed back into Sirius's hand. "pafoo ah" he shrieked happily. Sirius then molded it again into an elephant pinching and poking and bending it into shape.
Harry stared in awe.
" this Harry, is an elephant, they stomp 'round and round eating plants and peanuts like this" Sirius pointed his wand at it and whispered a spell and much to Harry's delight the clay elephant stomped and swung its trunk this way and that way.
Harry bounced in his seat laughing madly at his Godfather.
Harry Potter woke smiling; he wasn't exactly sure whether he had been having a dream or subconsciously remembering something from his childhood.
Harry so missed his parents and Sirius and wandered if it were true that they had been that close, like father and son.
All Harry knew was that he indeed missed having that bond with Sirius.
Throughout all his years many memories had come and gone but one that stayed was always Sirius and the clay elephant.