The Mother of All Talks.
Warnings: Slightly AU. Slightly crack. XD
"Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes. Now sit tight, I have to talk to you."
"Oh no, nononono. It's a Talk now, isn't it?"
"Yes, the Mother of all Talks. Now sit," with that, he pushed him down roughly.
He groaned, covering his face with his hands as he watch his godfather's silhouette against the fire.
"This, Harry, is the key to all freedom." He could see him holding the key theatrically, his proud features held high as he regard the object in his outstretched hand.
He winced.
"You have lived your life under oppression, under authority, and I'll be damned if you do the same with this."
Thinking he heard wrongly, he looked up, and saw an unfathomable gleam in the eyes.
"You, are the son of an arrogant berk of a Marauder, godson of another distinguished Marauder, the godfather of another handsome Marauder's son, and the savior and end of the another despicable Marauder."
His lips twitched.
"I'll be damned," he peered at him now, as though willing him to surrender the secrets of his silence, "if you do not elope with this seductive, and wholesome temptress, Freedom."
The mental imagery was simply constricting. He couldn't speak.
"Harry. This is your Freedom now! You must solemnly swear you will be up to no good if I were to bequeath this to you! Do not defile her by riding her too slow or safe. That's not the mark of Marauder legacy."
He grinned now, and he could see the mischievous, handsome young man that he once was returned in that ghost of a moment.
"So Harry, what do you think?" He finished with a flourish, bowing dramatically as he introduced the object of their Talk.
A soft gasp escaped him. He could hear Sirius holding back laughter.
"She's...she's..." No word for it. None.
Sirius stood at his side, one arm slung over his shoulder casually, and Harry turned to look at him, hoping to convey his awe and gratitude in a single gaze. He didn't return the gaze, but nodded solemnly as he cast a wistful, approving look on the motorbike.