"I haven't even told you all I've done yet."

Way to make him cry, Sirius. Harry wasn't sobbing or anything, but he suddenly found that his eyes and cheeks were a little wet.

It wasn't really sorrow, not really. Maybe old hurt stinging a bit as it healed over. It was more elation, that rare rare thing called joy, as a single thought echoed over and over again in his head:

I have a parent again.