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A/N: Thank you guys for all the reviews! Here's the second chapter, after couple of drafts, now I'm pleased with it (especially now that my Beta fixed it). Enjoy and don't forget to review!

Chapter 2 – Boys Talk:

Sirius stopped in front of Harry's bedroom door. What should I say? He thought. Nothing came to mind. He figured that if he were to walk back downstairs, James and Lily would never speak to him again. He sighed deeply and knocked twice on the door.

"What?" Harry's voice answered angrily.

"Er... Harry? May I come in?" Sirius asked hesitantly, loud enough for Harry to hear him through the door.

"Nope," Harry called back.

"Come on, I want to talk to you."

"But I don't wanna talk to you."

"Harry–" Sirius was getting a bit annoyed talking to him through the door.

"You just wanna tell me what my parents couldn't."

Gosh, this kid is more clever than I thought... What to do? What to do? He stood there, facing the door, his eyes moving around for an idea. He couldn't think of anything but trying to talk to him again. But he won't open the door... he kept thinking, but then he realized that this situation could be fixed. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the lock. "Alohomora!"

The door opened and Sirius walked slowly inside. He saw Harry lying flat on his stomach on his bed. He didn't say anything to Sirius after he entered his room without his permission, in fact he didn't say or do anything at all. He just laid there, head on the pillow, facing the wall.

Sirius sat slowly next to Harry's stilled body and looked at the floor. After a few moments of silence he said, "So, what's up?"

"I hate them," Harry said furiously, more to himself than to Sirius. "I hate the way they talk to me, the way they think I'm a child who can't handle anything. I hate when they think I'm hopeless, someone who must get help. They never try to understand what it's like to be me!"

"Well, what it's like?"

Harry sat up straight. Neither of them wanted to look at the other's eyes yet. "It sucks. They don't trust me. They always think I'm against them."

"But they don't –"

"So why are they acting like that? Trying to push me to be someone I'm not. I'm happy the way I turned out, but they'll never understand that, will they?"

"Your parents are worried about you, Harry, and you're not showing them any respect. I understand you sometimes get mad at them, everyone is like that at this age..." Sirius couldn't believe he had this parental side in him, but he kept going with it.

Harry got up of the bed and began to walk around the room. "What do you know?" he spat.

"Believe me, I know." Sirius thought of the old times when he was in Harry's age. "You know, you're not as pureblood as you wish you were, like your friends are. You have to deal with it. It's been 16 years. You can't call your mother a 'Mudblood' every time you're mad at her! There's no reason in the world to treat her like that! You're her son and you really hurt her."

Harry stopped pacing around the room. For the first time since Sirius entered his room, he dared to look in his eyes. Sirius tried his best not to look back at him, but it was what Harry said that made him finally look up.

"Why all of the sudden are you trying to talk to me? We have never had conversations like this before." Harry began to investigate.

Sirius sighed again. "I'm here to start acting like a caring Godfather. I realized I haven't been there for you, and I want to make it up to you."

"Oh, yeah? How are you gonna do that?"

"Well, I haven't given you your birthday present yet," he replied smiling, but to his surprise, Harry just frowned.

"You'd do that?"

"Yeah, you know, my Harley Davidson is a little out of use..."

"You want to give me your flying motorcycle?" Harry's eyebrow shot up.

"Yeah, and it's in good condition. I actually got it when I was on your age."

Harry laughed for a second. "James and Lily will never let me ride on that thing –"

Now it was Sirius' turn to frown. "James and Lily? Since when do you call them by their first names?" Sirius asked.

Harry just shrugged.

"So you want it?" Sirius asked again.

"You really mean it? You're really going to give it to me?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Hu-ha," Sirius nodded. "But – on one condition..."

"Ha! I knew there's a catch! It was too good to be true," Harry said. "What is it?"

"Well, I'll give you my Harley if you promise to show your parents respect." Harry shifted in his place. Sirius went on, "You won't call them by their first names, or other insults, but only as 'Mum' and 'Dad', and if they're annoying you, you can always come to me..."

Harry was tired of listening to Sirius lecture. "You know what? Just keep that Harley for yourself and get the fuck out. If you really cared, you would talk to them and not me!"

"Watch your tongue!" Sirius said loudly.

"You know why I got so pissed off earlier? Because they told me again not to hang out with Draco and Blaise! I mean, they're my best friends and I can't even see them over the holidays, I can't send them letters because they took Hedwig and I can't invite them to my fucking 16th birthday!" Sirius yelled at Harry for swearing again, but Harry didn't care. "What did I do to deserve this?"

"You know how sensitive your mother is about you being a Slytherin, when she and your father both were in Gryffindor."

"Well, it's been bloody 6 years since I was sorted into Slytherin and I'm fine there! I've got great friends and great grades. Have you seen my O.W.L.S. results? I got four O's!"

"I know you're okay with that, but cut them some slack, will you? Try to be a good son. They are only trying to help you... They're actually afraid of you, afraid that you'll betray them and join the dark side, become a –"

"A Death Eater?" Harry finished his sentence. "Don't worry, I won't do that. I may be friends with a Death Eater's son, but that doesn't mean Draco will become like his father and I'll follow suit. Draco already told me that he won't take the mark, no matter what his father will do to him..."

Flashback:

"What! Why? I'm –"

"Harry, just let us show you that the Sorting Hat was wrong and that you belong into Gryffindor," Lily said.

"I'm never wrong," said the Sorting Hat with its hoarse voice, which Dumbledore was holding in midair.

"Shut up," James said distractedly to the hat. "Just write another song or something to keep you busy for a while."

"Attitude like this was the thing that kept me doubt about where you belong, Mr. Potter," said the hat back to James and everyone's attention was now at it. "You were too, could have done well in Slytherin, like I told you on the time you wore me in your first year..."

"James!" Lily shrieked.

"But as your son put me on his head, I had no doubt. Slytherin was the right house for him. Clever and cunning he was, always was ambitious. Like I said, I'm never wrong with my decisions, you're son is a true Slytherin."

End of Flashback.

"I got sorted into Slytherin because dad was supposed to end up in there..." Harry said.

"I'm glad he didn't. Gryffindor could be such a great place for you. You could have had great friends there –"

"Oh yeah, like poor Weasel and that Mudblood Granger – the 'Odd Couple'..." Harry joked.

"Don't say that word!" Sirius hissed.

"Sorry," Harry said, and for a change, he really meant it. "Okay, so it's a deal. You give me your Harley and I will be more grateful to them, but only if they'll accept my friends and me being a Slytherin.

"Okay. I think we can all accept a compromise." Sirius finally stood up from the bed and held his hand up to Harry. Harry hesitated for a second, but shook it. "Well, come on, I saw your plate was half full, so I'm sure you're hungry."

Sirius moved toward the door, waiting for Harry to follow him.

"You have no idea. I had to lie on my stomach just not to feel it aching."

Sirius chuckled a little. "Okay. Well, first thing before we enter the kitchen, we need to get your mother's lipstick and write 'SORRY' on your forehead..." Harry laughed. "Yeah, I heard what your father said..."

Harry walked out of his room with Sirius. "Oh, and don't forget to tell them about my new Harley Davidson..."

"Yeah... Let's just wait a couple of days until things cool down..." Sirius said. The thought of James and Lily's faces when they'll hear about it made him feel a little bit nervous. "So, how's my first day as a Godfather?"

"Not too bad..." Harry said, smiling at him.

A/N: So, Harry was acting like a teenager after all, but with a mix of being a Slytherin. Hope you liked it! Chapter 3 will come soon.