He looked just like James. That was all Sirius could think all through lunch. He looked just like James. Except for his eyes. Lilys eyes, except not. Lily had never looked that tired, even while they were fighting for their lives. There was something dark clinging to his edges that James had never had, and it was freaking Sirius out. Still, this was James' child. His Godson. That had to count for something.
He followed when Harry got up, wanting to pull the kid, man, whatever, aside, but Harry stopped before he got the chance.
"Strange is one word for it. You weren't even a zygote when I was grabbed." He searched Harry's face, trying to get a sense of who he was. "But I've had more time to come to terms with it all than you have. Maybe this will end up being a good thing." Now I'll have the chance to change everything. Make it better.
"How are you doing with it? I'm your Godfather, after all, I should be worrying about you, not the other way round."