I Saw that in a Movie

Please Read and Review. I'd like to know what I'm doing right (to keep doing it), and what I'm I doing wrong (to correct it).

Sirius Black paced around in the lonely building, almost biting his fingernails. He had spent several hours instructing Harry on the way to deal with the goblins at Gringotts. Basically, doing exactly the opposite of what his parents had taught him. The Potter family got much better results by dealing with the goblins the way the goblins themselves liked. His summers with Prongs had been very educational, and helped Sirius to get rid of many mistaken ideas that his mother had been engraving into his mind since he had been capable of thinking.

Still, Sirius feared he might have forgotten something, or that Harry made a mistake.

He was about to change into Padfoot when Harry appeared with a cracking sound.

"Pup! Are you okay?" Sirius hugged Harry, his godson stiffened for a moment, before relaxing again. He hugged Sirius back.

"I'm okay, Sirius. Everything went very well." He disengaged from the hug and put a couple of bags over an old crate, that they had been using as a table. "Here you go, some money for the next few days. Dobby!"

"Great Master Harry Potter calls Dobby!" The elf appeared with a pop. His new uniform neatly pressed.

"I need you to listen for Sirius' call, Dobby. He will ask you to buy some supplies in the Wizarding World, but can't go himself. Please go and buy them, but don't say his or mine names, wear normal house-elf attire, okay?"

The elf nodded vigorously, "Dobby be doing as Master Harry Potter says." he turned to Sirius, "Dogfather calls Dobby, Dobby be coming!"

"Thanks, Dobby. Now, could you bring us something to eat, nothing too elaborate, Sirius and I will be reviewing some documents and making plans."

"Dobby be thinking of sandwiches and crisps, is that okay by Master Harry?"

"Perfect, Dobby."

The happy elf popped away, Harry brought out a notebook and a biro from his pocket. "Now, Sirius, it's time to make a few lists. What I have, what I owe, what I can get, and who owes me. I can't fight Riddle the way he fights. But I can strike at him where it really, really hurts."

"Uh, who is this guy Riddle?"

"Ah. You better sit down, Sirius. I do have a story to tell you. And you are going to get really angry. And sad."

"Your mysterious friend again?" Sirius sat down as asked, and clasped his left wrist with his right hand, his forearms resting on his knees.

"Yes. Don't ask me how he knows, even if I tell you, you wouldn't believe it."

"So you said. I'm gonna need some proof."

"That, I can tell you how to get it, and from sources neither he nor I could have tampered with."

Sirius raised an eyebrow and cocked his head, "Oh, yeah? Who can vouch for his character?"

"No one." Harry shrugged, "but his info can be easily verified, and it couldn't be falsified. But," Harry raised a finger, "I'll need you to be civil to a very nasty character. When the momento is right, I'll give you something to say to him, he will have to do as ordered. But, we have to leave that for when you take your Lordship or it won't work. Now, hold on to your temper and don't go too spare, right?"

Sirius breathed deeply. "I'm not gonna like it, right?"

"Nope. But you need to know." Harry put a couple of potion flasks over the box. "Calming draughts, just in case."

"A bloody half-blood?" Sirius had gone, indeed, spare. He was pacing around the place, looking like a caged lion. An angry caged lion. Fitting, considering he was a Griffyndor.

"Sirius," Harry said firmly, "sit down. The next part is important."

The future Lord Black trembled in fury. "That...that... impostor destroyed my friends! My family! And the trice-damned hypocrite wasn't even a pureblood as he... as he..."

"Sirius, you are hyperventilating!" Harry grabbed Sirius by the shoulder, and put the flask to his lips. Sirius nodded, and drank the liquid. He visibly relaxed a bit. "I'm gonna wreak the worst vengeance ever recorded on his lying arse! Hell and damnation, Harry! Historians won't dare to record it for fear to invoke my fury!"

Harry pushed him back down. "No. You won't."

That brought Sirius out of his rant. He looked at his godson as if the boy had suddenly sprouted three heads. "Wha..? But.. Harry..?"

"Listen to me. For you to do that, he would have to be alive. He took measures to return to life. And I don't wanna give him the chance. I'd rather make sure he never gets to live again, ever! He tried to kill me when I was a helpless baby. A baby, Sirius! So, I won't hesitate to kill him when he is a not completely helpless ghost!"

Sirius caught a glimpse of a green flash in Harry's emerald eyes. It was exactly the same colour of an Avada Kedabra.

"I want to condemn him and his gang of thugs to the worst punishment they couldn't ever imagine." Harry's smile reminded Sirius of a hunting animal. Not a wolf, he was very familiar with that one. It was... colder...

Suddenly, he remembered a movie Lily had dragged him and James to watch at a muggle movie teather. What was the name..? Teeth? Fangs?

...Jaws...

Harry's smile reminded Sirius of that bloody shark!

"I want to consign them to posthumous irrelevancy. I want them to be remembered as a bad joke! I want everybody who finds them in a history book to laugh at them, and think 'What a bunch of idiots!' Will you help me?" Harry looked pointedly at the documents.

Sirius thought for a moment, he felt a similar smile on his own lips. "Yes."

With a pop, Dobby appeared, holding a big platter, full of food.

Author Notes:

I thought Harry would like to extract some extra vengeance on Voldy and his followers. Believe it or not, Harry's "posthumous irrelevancy" speech comes from real life.

Mel Brooks, the comedian, was a soldier back during WWII, and he decided to mock the Nazi regime as much as humanly posible, turning them into such a joke that they would be consigned to 'posthumous irrelevancy'. If you'd like a sample of that, watch the movie "To Be or Not to Be" and the music video of the same title! Both are hilarious!