Even if he hadn’t already been told that Sirius and Draco were related, Harry felt sure he could have figured it out on his own. The familiarity between the two men as they both stood peering into the van was striking - even more so than expected - and Harry could do little else but to laugh, taken aback.<br/>“Hi Draco,” he greeted with a toothy smile, finding it pointless to pretend Sirius hadn’t already introduced Draco to Harry on their drive here.<br/>A thoughtless attempt to remedy the inherent awkwardness of their position, Harry reached over to dial down the volume of the music still playing on the radio. When he relaxed back into his seat, he had turned better towards the two men, his shoulders resting against the driver’s side door.<br/>“‘happy to,” he assured.<br/><br/>Taking the decision out of Draco’s hands, Sirius already stepped halfway up on the footbar of the van.<br/>“Are you alright carrying your bag?” he questioned, as he sat down on the edge of the seat. With a little nod, Sirius gestured backwards into the vast void that was the van’s hold. “I think it’s gunna be safer here in the cab, anyway.”