Disclaimer: Sadly my name isn't J.K. Rowling. It happens to be Amelia…
This was inspired in part by the story "Harry Potter and the The Godfather That Lived", chapter three, written by KappaIota and in part by what my parents used to say to me. "You are not Amelia Kary, nor are you Amelia Carlos." Yep, love you mom and dad!
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Harry and Sirius flew around the Hogwart's Quidditch pitch, laughing and having a wonderful time. They were tossing the Quaffle back and forth, and they both had a tendency to aim for the head, often almost knocking the other off their broom.
Sirius flew higher in the air, Quaffle tucked under his arm. He flew in rapid circles around Harry, then tossed it at the green-eyed boy, who caught it just in front of his face.
"Nice catch, James!"
Harry's face fell, as he lowered the Quaffle to his side. Sirius realized what he said moments after it left his mouth, and desperately wished he could take it back.
Sirius grimaced at Harry bashfully. "Did I say that out loud?"
Harry shrugged, trying to shake it off. "I know I look like him," he said. "You can call me that if you want."
Sirius immediately went to correct this. "No, Harry," he said sternly, all humor out of his voice. He flew over to his godson and took the teenager's face in his hands. "Listen to me. You are not Harry Lily Potter. Nor are you Harry James –"
Sirius paused. "Damn, you are Harry James Potter, but you know what I mean." The two smiled at each other, and Sirius wrapped Harry in a big hug.