In seconds, Harry is hugging him. Harry, the child he'd held himself only weeks ago, the child he'd fed and bathed and put to bed, who is now this boy barely younger than himself with the same unruly hair as his father's, the same poor eyesight.
He's helpless to fight against it, helpless even as he knows he isn't the one deserving of comfort. His hands come up to clutch at Harry's jacket, his face pressed to Harry's shoulder.
"I'm the one who gave him the in," Sirius says, voice thick. "I should've known. I should've bloody well known it was the fucking rat!"
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Date: 2016-02-14 06:12 am (UTC)He's helpless to fight against it, helpless even as he knows he isn't the one deserving of comfort. His hands come up to clutch at Harry's jacket, his face pressed to Harry's shoulder.
"I'm the one who gave him the in," Sirius says, voice thick. "I should've known. I should've bloody well known it was the fucking rat!"