"Your pen is like a feather." Harry mused as he took a slice of pizza and ate it slowly as he watched Sirius scribble down stuff. "We need shampoo and soap. And we need washing powder so we can wash our clothes. And maybe... do you have any clothes for me? I don't mind what I wear." He never had a selection of his own so he wasn't picky. "We also need to get toilet paper and ... Sirius, what do you like to drink?"
Adults always drank. Not constantly but some did. Vernon always got himself a whiskey for the weekends. "Do you drink a whiskey?" He just wanted to be helpful.
"Er..." Sirius looked at Harry, frowning. He pushed his hair back from his face and tried to think of what to say. How to put this. "It's a quill, not a pen."
So not what he had to say, but whatever. He would work through to it. "You should buy clothes. And magazines, books, toys. Anything you see. I got lots of money and I want you to have everything you want, okay? We can have fun with it together."
He leaned back finally, clearing his throat. "I'm a bit... I probably shouldn't drink any whiskey, you know? It can make people go funny."
"It just makes my uncle louder." He didn't change much as a drunk, he just yelled at the footie louder and smelled worse. Harry liked the idea of Sirius not smelling bad or yelling so he was very happy to not add whiskey to the list. "We can both get toys and then we can share. Do you like monster trucks? We could get them and play."
He wanted to play with Sirius a lot. He was eager to be the kind of boy someone look like Sirius would want to play with. "We could have a footie and kick it around."
"I really wanna teach you about Quidditch. That's the sport your father played. Me too. Your father was brilliant at it! Captain of the team at Hogwarts." He nodded his head though, writing 'ball' onto the list. "I know footie, Remus showed it to us when we came to visit. It's good fun too." Not that anything beat quidditch, in his esteem. "We don't have to get everything today. Just the really necessary stuff and some fun stuff. Lots of fun stuff."
Sirius smirked and reached out to ruffle Harry's hair. "So, since when do you go to school, Harry?"
"I went to nursery school when I was ... four? I think. Now I go to St. Grogory's Primary School... I don't like it." Harry pulled a face, his dismay clear. "No one likes me there. They won't play with me or Dudley will beat them up so I gotta stay out of the way. Mostly I just run from Dudley and his friends all day. The teachers don't like me either." It wasn't an overly fun experience for him - he didn't like going to school. He didn't ever want to go back.
"I'm a bit thick but I'm good at sports. They just won't let me on the teams..." Cause associating with him was a bad move. No one did it. "I think if I get a new school, I'll join the footie team."
"I doubt you are thick at all, Harry. Just sounds like you went to a shite school, innit?" Sirius frowned, eating another piece of pizza. "I don't know how I'll sent you to school yet, can't exactly let myself be seen there... But I can teach you, yeah? I can teach you about magic and stuff."
He nodded his head, trying to convince himself. "I was always good in school, I bet I could teach you just fine. We'll make it fun." That should work. "And then no one can bully you either."
"Sounds awesome! Can you teach me all the magic? I want to become a dog too and I want to be able to have a flying bike and make silver people appear!" He basically wanted it all - as one would expect. Eagerly bouncing, he very nearly bounced himself right off his seat. With an eager smile, he looked at Sirius.
"I can count and spell all right so I don't need that kind of stuff." Worth a shot. It was boring, he'd rather skip it. "Magic seems smart to learn."
"You are a bit too young to properly learn magic, I'm afraid. Usually it takes longer for it to manifest... Have you ever done something weird? Something unintentional that you couldn't explain?" Sirius wondered. He knew James' magic had presented itself fairly early on, he wasn't sure about Lily.
Still, he didn't want to break Harry's enthusiasm. "I can tell you about magic though. Lots to understand and learn."
"Once I jumped flew out of a chimney at school and got into trouble for scaling the building. I didn't climb it though. I jumped in a bin and then I was up in a chimney." It was weird but he had been desperate to escape Dudley and then that happened. And he was locked in the cupboard for a week over that one. "Was that magic?"
It seemed really cool. "I also dream about my mom and dad a lot... but I don't know if that's real." It felt real to him but he didn't know what they looked like and who they were so he was probably wrong. "It feels real."
"Might be real, Harry. You never know." Sirius was thoughtful and then he reached out, grabbed Harry and pulled him on his lap, into his arms. He just had to think about James. "A while ago... I was in prison, I was just-- In my cell. I was very sick, I think I was pretty close to dying. And then I had a dream where your father visited me. He was right there, in my cell, and he told me about you. He told me where you were and that those muggles were mean to you. He told me that I had to go and get you, no matter what."
He caught Harry's eyes and smiled a little. "He said that him and your mom, they wanted to help you so badly, but they didn't know how. And so he sent me."
"My dad asked you to come?" Woah. His dad could do that? He felt like he wanted to cry but he bravely fought it. He wasn't much of a crier. He more got angry then upset, not that he could ever truly express his anger. "My mom and dad still watch me and love me then? I hope they're gonna be proud. I try very hard for them." He wanted to make them smile and be happy.
"My aunt says my dad was no good and jobless but he wasn't, was he? He was a wizard." He knew they were wrong. "My parents were awesome, weren't they?"
"They were the best people, Harry. Seriously. They left you a lot of money too, because your father? Actually pretty rich." Not anything to be sneered at. "They were brave. They were such amazing fighters and they protected people all the time. And they loved you! They loved you soooo much."
He hugged Harry close now, protectively cupping the back of his head. "They would want me to hold you and love you for them. And I will. I always will."
"I love you too." He wrapped his arms around Sirius and held him eagerly. It was like being hugged by his dad in a way, his best friend was here to save him and take care of him. It was pretty special. "We'll stay together and take care of each other. Like a team. We'll make mom and dad so proud."
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Adults always drank. Not constantly but some did. Vernon always got himself a whiskey for the weekends. "Do you drink a whiskey?" He just wanted to be helpful.
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So not what he had to say, but whatever. He would work through to it. "You should buy clothes. And magazines, books, toys. Anything you see. I got lots of money and I want you to have everything you want, okay? We can have fun with it together."
He leaned back finally, clearing his throat. "I'm a bit... I probably shouldn't drink any whiskey, you know? It can make people go funny."
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He wanted to play with Sirius a lot. He was eager to be the kind of boy someone look like Sirius would want to play with. "We could have a footie and kick it around."
Cool kids loved sports.
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Sirius smirked and reached out to ruffle Harry's hair. "So, since when do you go to school, Harry?"
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"I'm a bit thick but I'm good at sports. They just won't let me on the teams..." Cause associating with him was a bad move. No one did it. "I think if I get a new school, I'll join the footie team."
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He nodded his head, trying to convince himself. "I was always good in school, I bet I could teach you just fine. We'll make it fun." That should work. "And then no one can bully you either."
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"I can count and spell all right so I don't need that kind of stuff." Worth a shot. It was boring, he'd rather skip it. "Magic seems smart to learn."
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Still, he didn't want to break Harry's enthusiasm. "I can tell you about magic though. Lots to understand and learn."
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It seemed really cool. "I also dream about my mom and dad a lot... but I don't know if that's real." It felt real to him but he didn't know what they looked like and who they were so he was probably wrong. "It feels real."
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He caught Harry's eyes and smiled a little. "He said that him and your mom, they wanted to help you so badly, but they didn't know how. And so he sent me."
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"My aunt says my dad was no good and jobless but he wasn't, was he? He was a wizard." He knew they were wrong. "My parents were awesome, weren't they?"
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He hugged Harry close now, protectively cupping the back of his head. "They would want me to hold you and love you for them. And I will. I always will."
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They would always be smiling down on them.