Sirius heard footsteps from the other side of the door. His apprehension began to grow. When the door opened, he looked into a young man’s face. He was older than Sirius. Maybe in his mid-twenties? Sirius scanned his face, searching for familiar features. The man did not look like the spitting image of Moony. Not like Harry looked like his father. But there were certain aspects that reminded him of his friend.
“Are you my friend’s son?” Sirius asked and his voice lacked his usual self-assurance. “I mean Remus’ son?” It was one think to be shown a picture of James’ son but to stand right in front of Remus’.