"Oh, to put it mildly," Sirius remarks with a faint grin, thinking instantly of Lily and just how matter-of-fact she'd been when Harry had been born.

There's another little slimy mass wiggling free then and Ginger curls immediately to start licking the goo from the new kitten's tiny body. The other one is still squirming faintly, shifting on the cloth, its little eyes closed. "We're not officially outnumbered by felines," he remarks with a smile. "Padfoot won't like this at all."