Chapter 10: Lunch Break
"That was great!" Ron exclaimed as he, Harry, and Hermione walked along the corridor towards the Great Hall for lunch.
"I thought so too. I'm glad he's back." Harry agreed.
"What I want to know is how he managed to cheat death."
"Hermione, give it a rest."
"Ron's right." Harry added, "Can't something good happen to me and not be a conspiracy for once?"
"Of course, but I'm just saying"
"Just like third year you were just saying that Harry's Firebolt was a magical bomb waiting to blow him to bits."
"Okay, so I was wrong. How"
"And like you said the Marauder's Map was evil and stuff like that, but the DA wouldn't have succeeded without it."
"Yes, I know Harry. I was wrong then too. But"
"No 'buts' Hermione," Harry said cutting her off, "Sirius is back and that's all that matters right now."
"I don't appreciate you guys teaming up on me like that." She huffed.
"Well…" Ron started.
"Well indeed," said Draco as he brushed past Ron to walk beside Harry, "It seems like cats aren't the only ones with more than one life."
"Malfoy, you little brat. Why don't you"
"Why don't you shut-up, Weatherby?" Draco stated, putting particular emphasis on Weatherby. "I wasn't talking to you – or you mudblood." He said as Hermione opened up her mouth to speak, "I was speaking to Saint Potter."
"If I'm such a saint to you, then why don't you get on your knees and worship me?"
"You wish."
Draco leaned very close to Harry and dropped his voice so only Harry could hear.
"See you on Saturday, Saint Potter." He whispered as he turned and walked towards the Slytherin table.
'Well,' said the voice inside his head, 'what do we make of that?'
Harry smiled to himself.
'No idea, but I don't think that having detention on Saturday with saint Malfoy will be such a bad thing after all.'
'Saint Malfoy? He's nowhere near being a saint!'
'Neither am I. I blew up my aunt, remember?'
'Yes, but you didn't do it on purpose. And besides, you're going to save mankind.'
'So?'
'People worship you. No one worships him.'
'I think you're wrong.'
'Name one person who worships him then.'
'Me.'
Someone tapped Harry on the shoulder, and he looked up, quite surprised to see Sirius walking beside him.
"Sirius! Hi. I loved your class, it was awesome. The whole thing about the trip to Gringotts to research protection charms"
"Can I talk to you for a minute, Harry?" Sirius asked, a hint of urgency in his voice.
"Sure." Harry said, following Sirius out of the Great Hall.
"Harry, I have something to tell you, and I don't want you to feel as though I've been, well, snooping but…well… you know that voice?"
"What voice?" Harry asked, completely lost.
"The one in your head, the one you're always talking to."
"Yes. Wait! How do you know about that?"
"Doesn't that voice sound rather…familiar?"
"Yes, I've always thought so. That still doesn't explain how you know."
"Well, what if I told you that that voice you've been talking to belonged to a real-live person."
"I'd wonder how they'd managed to talk to me, I suppose."
"What if I told you that the person was a telepath?"
"I'd wonder who they were, and why they wanted to talk to me. Sirius, you're asking a whole lot of 'what if' questions."
"One more 'what if' question. What if I told you that the person you've been talking to was really me? What would you say then?"
"I'd say, 'I can't believe I've been talking to you all this time and didn't know it' that's what I'd say. Sirius, why didn't you tell me it was you? All this time, I thought I was going crazy or something!"
"Because I knew you wouldn't believe me. You'd think you'd completely lost your mind if though you were talking to a dead man." Sirius said sensibly.
"But I do believe you."
"Yes, now that I'm standing right in front of you and you can see for yourself that I'm alive."
"This is making my head ache; it's too confusing. Can we change the subject, please?" Harry asked, massaging his temples.
"Sure. What would you rather talk about?"
"Anything but telepathy is fine with me."
"You like Draco Malfoy?"
"I don't want to talk about this either."
"Harry!"
"Okay… yes I like him." Harry admitted.
"You worship him?"
"You heard that?" Harry said meekly.
"Do you?" Sirius asked.
"Yes…"
"May I inquire as to why?"
"I've given up on traditional religions." Harry said, half joking.
"Harry, please be serious."
"Well if I'm you, are you going to be me then?"
"Harry…" Sirius warned.
"What? I was only joking."
"Can we please get back to the subject, now that you've proven how witty you can be?"
"Sure. Where was I?"
"You were going to tell me why you feel the need to worship"
"Draco, right."
"Well?" Sirius prompted when Harry didn't answer.
"He's hot. I have wet dreams about him all the time. I'll bet his"
"Please stop. Just stop. I don't even want to speculate, what you were about to say next."
"Well you asked, so I was just telling you." Harry stated.
"Go to lunch, Harry."
"Okay, see you later then." Harry said as he returned to the Great Hall.
"Severus?" Sirius said warily.
Severus stepped from behind the House Hourglass where he'd been hiding, and wrapped his arms around Sirius.
"Babe?" he answered.
"What am I going to do with him?"
"You're asking me?"
"Yes."
"I'm terrible with children."
Sirius sighed. "What am I going to do with you?"
Severus kissed Sirius's neck.
"I could think of a few things…"