"Hello?" Harry answered hesitantly, coming out of the tent. He had only ever seen Sirius after the Dementors had taken their decade-long toll on him, and so it was a shock to find himself face-to-face with Sirius Black of 1979. He was vibrant and handsome, not at all like the man who had escaped from Azkaban, and yet completely recognizable as his godfather.
It was then that Harry realized he didn't know very much at all about what Sirius and his parents had really been like, before he was born. He'd heard stories, and he had the Map, but they were all scraps, compared to a conversation with a Sirius Black who still had all of his memories. "This is weird," he admitted. "It's like... you're my godfather and I've met you before, but you have no idea who I am."