Between James and Lily, Sirius got to his feet. He would have stumbled a bit if not for the arms supporting him. It was far easier to walk on four legs than on two, but if he changed to dog shape, he wouldn't be able to hold onto them like he was now, one arm draped across James' shoulders, the other loosely holding Lily by the waist.
The sunlight was still troublesome, but he was managing. Mostly by not looking up at all. The ground was what he was watching, when he was able to pry his eyes from the copper shade of Lily's hair, or the familiar cleft in James' chin. It was them, it was really, really them, and Sirius would have danced if they hadn't been holding him so tightly. So he watched the ground when he could, taking his steps slowly at first, then keeping at a comfortable pace the more they walked. His joints felt stiff, unused to being used. How long had he been in that bloody drapery?
"What's today?" he asked, his voice a harsh whisper. "What.. what year?"