#also james thinks the keytar is cool. yes he can play it. ofc he can.

[enbysiriusblack]

imagining non war au where wolfstar think they're the cool uncles to hari.. but they aren't.

"Hey Hari, how do you wanna go to your first ever concert! We've got tickets to see Lou Reed!"

Hari looked up from his nintendo with a frown, "Uncle Pads, I've already been to several concerts. Besides, I've never heard of Lou Reed, what is he? 30?"

"Your parents took you to a concert, what was it, an ABBA cover band?" Remus laughed, ignoring the fact Lou Reed was actually in his 50's and since when is 30 old?

Hari shrugged, "Aunt Marls and Cas took me. We saw Oasis with Ron."

"They took you?", Sirius spluttered out, his hand on his heart, "but we're meant to take you to that sort of stuff! We're the cool uncles!"

Hari laughed, covering it with a cough.

Sirius's eyes narrowed, "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You don't think we're cool? I ride a motorbike!"

Hari winced, putting down his controller and turning to his uncles, "It's just that whenever you two look after me you go on walks in the park, stay at home to do puzzles, and go to those weird bars that smell like old people. You make me tea and biscuits and still use those records instead of just getting cds. But Marls and Cas are cool! They take us to live music, and play knock, door, run with us! Marls even said she's going to pierce my ear next week!"

Remus' eyes widened, "You're too young to get a needle stabbed in you!"

"I've seen pictures of you as a teenager!" Hari argued back.

"We're not cool anymore, Moony." Sirius gasped, hand on the back of the sofa.

Remus looked at them, "Were we really that cool, Padfoot?"

"You do have weird nicknames for each other, and Mum said you all had a weird motto you'd say to each other before one of you would go leave."

Sirius nodded with a grin, "Exactly! We were the pinnacle of coolness! I mean, I ride a motorbike!"

Hari frowned, "Motorbikes are kinda cool, but you do also go to a knitting class and joined the neighbourhood watch."

"That protects people, Hari!"

Remus sat next to Hari, his face solemn, "I used to drugs, you know? Sold them, not just taking them."

Hari sighed, "But can you play the keytar?"

"Keytars are not cool, I know that much."

"Maybe not", Hari muttered, picking his controller back up, "But you know who my father is. Keytar's being cool is ingrained in my brain."