#there’s that one fic where harry does this and gets forcefully sat down and basically held at wand point by remus and sirius

[padfootastic]

Honestly Sirius learning about all the shit that’s happened to Harry at Hogwarts is gonna be so fucking funny cause like, there’s no way Harry’s gonna be able to remember everything and tell it all in chronological order, so Sirius is going to be having heart attacks over what Harry had told him, and THEN Harry makes an off handed comment about like, Dobby’s bludger and Lockhart vanishing the bones is his arm and Sirius just. Bluescreens. And Harry’s like “sorry I forgot to tell you that, it’s just one of the minor things that sort of gets forgotten about, ykwim?” And Sirius has to suppress a scream. Harry. Harry. How the fuck is something like that minor. What the fuck is going on.

ok no but this is actually how it’s gonna go down haha ( or atleast how i picture it in my head lol) like harry’s trying to give his godfather the highlights, but it stands to reason he’ll miss out on (or deliberately omit) certain facts but because our kid has developed a hide of dark humor wrapped around his trauma, he WILL drop it in casual conversation one day. sirius is praying to james and lily every single day like ‘raising a kid cannot be this hard can it??? you two couldn’t be normal even in this one thing???’

this is (yet another snippet hehe ‘m on a roll tonight) how i lowkey wanted the basilisk thing to come out 🙈 just. harry is thinking of economics and sirius is like??? why is my baby??? thinking of basilisks??? with such familiarity???

harry hummed in thought. “sirius.”

“hm?”

“say, is there any use a basilisk has around these parts?”

harry could feel the way sirius slowly turned towards him, incredulity rolling off him in waves.

“what”

“a dead one, of course’

‘oh yes, of course, how obvious, how silly of me to think otherwise,” sirius snapped, sarcastic in the face of his confusion.

harry could only smile at seeing his badly hidden panic. it was always such a treat to discombobulate the man, because he was so irritatingly composed most of the time. harry had to get his kicks in where he could.

“so, is there?” he asked again when a few minutes passed without answer.