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The first thing he notices isn’t the busted lip, or the black eye, or the way the boy’s chest is heaving like he’s just run a marathon. It isn’t how young he looks to be out this late at night, or the fact he’s still in pajamas that are much too big for him and practically swallow him whole.It’s his bright green eyes that are as wide as saucers as he takes Sirius in. It’s the scar that lies on his forehead, reaching down to his eyebrow and stopping just above his eyelid.“Hi,” the boy breathes. “You’re- you’re Sirius Black right?”“Remus,” Sirius tries to call but barely any sound comes out.“I mean you look just like him so I’m assuming so. I’m sorry this is so late, but it’s the only time I could get over here and I needed to know.”“I think you might have been a friend of my parents,” the boy continues, awkwardly scratching the back of his head, where the wildest black curls lie, sticking up in every direction.He knows exactly who he is. Before he says it, Sirius knows it like a heartbeat.“I’m Harry Potter.”.....Wolfstar learning how to raise 15 year old Harry