Sirius saw himself standing beside the other marauders, but they weren't alone. He saw Jame's Ma and Pa, both looking at him as if he were their son. He was their son. Regulous was there too, grinning in a Gryffindor robe. The marauders themselves stood around him each one grinning, a future of gold just out of reach. They were all perfect, no one had messed up or ever would.