Chapter Two: Padfoot's Reaction

I still disclaim anything famous.

Lots of confusion seemed to stem from exactly where Blacktip (who is Keena) came from. As I explained, though obviously not well, this little story came out of my Alternate Universe and she is an original character from that universe. She's James' sister, Harry's godmother and Sirius' on-off girlfriend. She's only mentioned in this chapter, but hopefully that clears it up!

Now for the requested Sequel, I decided to just make it chapter two. Enjoy!

James' Point of View:

It was one of those rare times when Lily was downstairs clearing her mind with her Potions work a month and a half after Harry's first word. Since then, he had accumulated quite the little vocabulary. I was upstairs with Harry, which was never rare, and with Padfoot, which was increasingly rare. We were supervising Harry as he zoomed around the room on his toy broomstick while we discussed the war and whether or not I'd ever get my job back as an Auror if the chance arose.

"Mad-Eye was going on about it again the other day," Padfoot said, shaking his head.

"I know, mate, he keeps trying to talk to Dumbledore about it," I nodded. "Did I tell you he's taken my cloak now? To take away any temptation, he says."

"Bloody Merlin, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," he grumbled.

"Watch the language, Padfoot," I said sternly, even though Harry was much more concerned with cornering the cat.

He snorted and looked at me oddly.

"Really, Prongs? You're going to try and pull that on me now?"

"I'm raising a kid, if you hadn't noticed," I replied gruffly. He snorted again. "It's no joke, mate; Harry's talking now! I've got to be careful and that means you do too."

"He's not going to pick anything like that up from me unless I teach it to him," Padfoot waved the idea away. "And I'm saving that for his next birthday."

I groaned and rolled my eyes while Padfoot smirked at me. Just what Harry needed: an instigator.

"You're going to get my son grounded before he can understand what a punishment is!"

"Better than getting him detention before he's at Hogwarts."

"You're a horrible influence."

"I know."

We both turned to stare at Harry for a moment. Suddenly he crashed into the side of the couch when he didn't turn in time. He was about to start crying when Padfoot scooped him up and started 'flying' him around the room. The would-be tears turned miraculously into shrieks of laughter.

"Make yourself dizzy?" I asked when my best friend landed with a thud on the couch, beginning to bounce a happy Harry on his knee.

"I'm not as old as you, Prongs, I don't have a kid yet," his words were light-hearted and his smile was there, but there was sadness in his eyes.

"All in good time, Padfoot," I consoled, hoping I wasn't lying. "And you get to practice on mine first anyway."

"Practice? Harry, did you hear daddy? He thinks Padfoot actually would practice!" he said looking at my son in great surprise.

"Paa-foo no paa-tiss!" Harry crowed and I smiled at him, shaking my head.

"Your kid knows me better than you do, Prongs," Padfoot said after nodding at Harry gravely. I only shrugged in reply. "Bet he's talking more now than you did at that age too. He must get it from me."

"In your dreams, Padfoot," I rolled my eyes. "It's probably from Lily, anyway," I added more seriously.

"Could be Blacktip," he suggested.

"Hard for that to be possible since she came in as a foster kid to my parents at age eleven," I noted, giving him a look.

"I meant she could be rubbing off on him," he rolled his eyes this time. "Since she basically lives here anyway."

I made a noise of agreement in the back of my throat.

"Anyway, who did he take after with his first word? That should tell us plenty, eh?"

My face heated suddenly and I looked away from my best friend.

"Uh oh, was it a naughty word?" I glared at him when he laughed. "Harry, did you say a bad word?"

"Baa?" Harry cocked his head to the side.

"Padfoot, please, we only just got him to st—"

"Bad word, Harry, yes, what did you say?" he carried on, pretending not to hear me.

"No is baa?"

"Yeah," Padfoot replied after a moment of thought. "No is bad, Harry, if you use it wrong. Other bad word, Harry?"

"Please, mate, I'm begging you—"

"Baa?"

"Yes, Harry, bad word?"

"Padfoot, come on, mate, cut it out."

"No?" Harry checked again. I guess it was good he didn't remember any other bad words at the moment.

"What was it you tried to teach him again, Prongs? Snitch, was it?"

"Sirius, this isn't funny anymore," I said, growing alarmed. I had been forbidden to say snitch in the house after what had happened.

"What? All I said was snitch."

"Yeah, that's how it all started last time."

"Because you said snitch? Honestly? Prongs, that's just sad, mate."

"Stop saying it! He'll start using the other one again!" Harry was looking between the two of us, speculation growing on his little face.

"How are you going to raise a grade O seeker if you can't say the word snitch in your own house?" he demanded, the corners of his lips twitching.

"I'll just wait till he's old enough to realize the difference between snitch and—"

"Bitch?"

My face heated up and Padfoot stared at Harry wide-eyed for a moment before he lost it. His barking laugh only encouraged Harry to begin shrieking the word out again. I buried my face in my hands, groaning.

"Padfoot?" I muttered from behind my hands.

"Y-yes?" he stuttered out, continuing to laugh.

"I hate you."

End scene. Hope you enjoyed it! Happy holidays!

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