All This Time I Was Finding Myself

[pottering]

Harry Potter

GENDER: Male
AGE: 18
SEEKING: I really have no idea, I suppose friends, I haven't had much time to think about the rest of that stuff
EXTRA: I may have just saved the world, but my friends might hit me upside the head if that's all I put, so, hi. I'm Harry. Just Harry. I'd be sort of excited if you hadn't heard of me actually.

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[yessiriusly]

[ Whatever happens to him must be terrible, because both Hermione and now Harry have seemed uncertain as to how to speak to him when it comes to the future. No matter - Sirius isn't going back. James and Lily are here. Remus is here. Why in he world would he ever give that up?

A large grin stretches across his face when he feels Harry's arm around his shoulder and he returns the gesture with his arm around Harry's, dragging the boy close and taking his cigarette out of his mouth with his free hand so he can press an affectionate kiss to the top of the boys head. It's his little fawn, and although affection is a rare commodity when it comes to Sirius Black, it never will be for Harry Potter. No matter his age. ]

That's perfect. You can't just be charmingly charming, that's my act and the last thing we need is for you to outshine me. My ego is very fragile.

[pottering]

I don't think I've ever managed charmingly charming in my life. ...is that what the baby has over me?

[It's easier, much easier, always easier to talk like this instead of addressing anything underneath the surface. Sirius like this feels more like a teasing older brother, the kind Harry had wondered about having sometimes after escaping Dudley and his gang, and he even squirms a little in a little-brother way as his godfather does his best to embarrass him.

Even though he isn't certain he'll ever have too much of the little shows of affection.]

You're lucky I can't just tell everyone here I'm the Chosen One, that's given me a leg up before.

[yessiriusly]

Sure you can! Don't you know how to talk yourself up, mate? You just have to tell the story in a way that makes you sound humble. Here, rule number one,

[ Sirius holds up a single finger between them, looking at Harry very seriously. ]

Never make it sound like you're trying to impress anyone, even if you are. I don't go around saying that I was one of the youngest and top performing aurors in my division of all time, because that sounds like bragging. You wait until they ask, and you slip it in there. 'Oh, are you free tomorrow?' Oh, I can't tomorrow, I've got a silly thing for work, but I can do Friday. 'What do you do?' I'm an auror, it's a bit of an award ceremony, it's nothing special, bureaucratic nonsense, you know how it is.

[ After he's finished, though, he snorts a laugh, partially at himself and partially at Harry. ]

They don't really call you that though, do they? I understand that there's a flair for dramatics but bloody hell, how do you not hit people?

[pottering]

Honestly it gets a bit wearying. My sixth year, girls were trying to slip me love potions. Almost killed Ron.

[Well, not the potion, the celebratory drink they'd had with Slughorn after the potion had been got rid of, but the incident as a whole had almost killed Ron.]

Mostly it's the Prophet that latched onto the 'Chosen One' stuff. Not important though, I won't get any of it here anyway. I can just try charmingly awkward and slip my accomplishments into conversation. 'What do you do?' 'Well I'm still at school but I've got a bit of a side business in defeating evil Dark wizards.'

[yessiriusly]

[ Sirius gives a facial shrug that's caught between disturbed and impressed. ] Love potions. You have to appreciate their dedication.

[ His face, however, turns more to vague disgust at the mention of the Prophet, and he raises his eyebrows with a tired look before taking the cigarette out of his mouth and flicking it on the path before them, making sure to step on it along the way. ]

Yes, well. The Prophet is as good as the man running it, isn't it? They've always had a preference for gossip, glad to see that hasn't changed.

[ He can only imagine what's been said about him in the Prophet; terrible enough stuff to keep his friends from trying to contact him, apparently. Or get him a fair trial.

His good humor returns with a smirk at Harry's last comment. ]

See, you're almost there, but you've got a way to go. It's a charity, mate.

[ He pokes Harry in the center of the chest with a single finger, giving a sage nod. ]

A charity. You've got a bit of a side charity for defeating evil Dark wizards. Partially because you gain something from a business and I doubt you've gained much, after what's been put on you. ... And partially because birds melt when they know a man has a selfless streak. Only thing better is seeing a bloke with a cute baby.