Sirius didn't seem too troubled at the news, only concerned with Harry. He stood and walked over to his godson, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You're not the one who did it. You're not to blame for what someone else did. Isn't that what you've been telling me?" When he said those words he sounded more like the Sirius Harry knew, more like the father figure he had been: gentle yet firm and above all loving.

"What happened?"