Sirius nearly threw the book back at the bloke's head until he saw the name etched into the spine. Harry Potter.
His frown softened, if only by degrees. Sirius still looked skeptical.
"This is supposed to convince me you're my godson?" he asked darkly. "Anyone can get some blasted book with a name on it." So what if he had an identical one with his name on it? It didn't mean all that much.. did it? The man did look an awful lot like James.
And those eyes. They were Lily's eyes.
"If you're really Harry, you'd know I met you on the day you were born and I sure as feck haven't forgotten." Sirius felt a little insulted that Harry could even suggest it.