James couldn't help but laugh, reminded all too well of the summer nights when they'd had perhaps a few more drinks than were advisable and for their lives couldn't seem to apparate back to the right neighborhood. This time, when Sirius started off James paused to look around. Houses in the distance seemed like perfectly normal muggle homes, but the one that had attracted Sirius' attention looked just a little off.
"Dumbledore?" James repeated, catching up. "Why would Dumbledore have my cloak?"
There was a lot about Dumbledore that James didn't understand, especially regarding the missing bits of his memory. Questions lingered, like why he'd told Hagrid to take Harry instead of giving his son to Sirius. Now wasn't the time for that, though. As the house drew nearer James became more certain that this had to be right house.