Chapter eleven: Now Sirius Knows...
Sirius stared at James,
"What?"
"Harry's my son. From the future."
Sirius stared at James some more, then began cracking up,
"You almost had me! Because I'm sure I'm not the only one who noticed you guys look alike but-"
"No, I'm serious!"
Sirius smiled,
"No, I'm Sirius! Your James."
"Sirius!"
"You've got it!"
"Sirius...Harry he is my son!"
Sirius just stared. Opened his mouth. Then stared some more,
"You've gone mad!"
"No he hasn't, Padfoot...Harry is his son..." Remus said.
Sirius now stared at Remus,
"Your mad too! Madness! It's contagious!" Sirius backed away from them, "Maybe I should take you to a St. Mungos..."
James went to walk closer to Sirius,
"Stay away! I don't want to go mad!"
"Too late for that..."
Sirius let out a mock gasp,
"I resent that comment, Moony! Besides Prongs, what makes you think Harry's your son? You hated him at lunch."
James sighed,
"He told me, well actually Moony did and has Moony ever been wrong?"
Sirius opened his mouth as if to disaggree, but thought about it and shut it again.
"See?"
Sirius looked at Harry,
"So. Your James's son...?"
Harry nodded slowly,
"Yea."
Sirius then looked at James,
"And your Harry's Dad...?"
James nodded,
"That would make sense, seeing as he's my son..."
Sirius's eyes grew round,
"Holy shit!"
Remus sighed and shook his head muttering,
"Took him long enough..." he climbed onto his bed and began reading, 'What to do when you suspect your friend's going to become a criminal.'
"I need to sit down..." Once seated Sirius began talking again, "So, Harry...Uh...How's the future?"
"I don't know, I'm not there now am I?"
"Oh. True...Am I your godfather, 'cause I mean I bagsed it! That's got to count for something, right? Have I got a job? I don't try that much in school, but if I'm going to be a failure I will knuckle down..."
Remus sniggered behind his book, which was rather Un-Remus.
"Hey! I'm serious, I will!"
"We all know your Sirius, but we don't think you'll 'knuckle' down," James said looking equally amused.
Sirius ignored James,
"So am I your godfather?"
"Yea, you are," Harry was relived that Sirius didn't press the issue of his occupation.
"Am I a good godfather?"
"Doubt it," James muttered.
"Probably not," Remus agreed.
"Hey!"
"Actually he's a great godfather, he bought me a new broom when my old one got turned to toothpicks by the Whomping Willow."
"I bought you a new broom!" Sirius said excitedly as James said at the same time,
"He bought you a new broom!"
"Yea, a Firebolt," Harry said smiling at the memory of it perfect tail and handle and-
"Wow! That sounds flash!"
"Sirius Black spent money on someone else that wasn't a piece of ass!"
"Hey!" Sirius frowned, "Is it just me or do I get no respect here?"
"Nope," James said.
"Not really," Remus agreed again.
Sirius brightened,
"Am I still good looking?"
"Uh...Well you're not as worried about your appearance as you are now..." Harry said truthfully.
"Thank god!" Remus exclaimed.
"Are you really reading that book, or are you using that as a prop so you have to fully participate in this conversation?"
Remus ignored him pretending to be absorbed in the book.
"Am I married?" Sirius said with a look of distaste for the words.
"Enough about that Sirius, are you going to ask who the mother is?" James said excitedly.
"Do I really want to know?"
"Yes, you do! You'll be surprised!"
Sirius sighed,
"Harry, who's your-" Sirius gasped, "It's not!"
James nodded,
"It is!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Lily? He was rejecting her because it was his Mum?"
"Yes!"
Sirius's eyes grew rounder than they were before,
"Lily was hitting on her son! Ewwwwwwwwwwwww...Gross mental image!"
"Ewwwwwwwwww!"
Remus looked up in alarm as James and Sirius were jumping up and down screaming,
"Ew! Ew! Ew!"
Harry backed away slowly. Relising what they were doing Sirius and James stopped jumping and their screaming and cleared their throats.
"Uh," Sirius cleared his throat again, "Yes...'Ew'."
Remus rolled his eyes,
"I'm leaving to go to the library, it's alot quieter there..."
Sirius and James shrugged, as Sirius turned to face Harry looking serious,
"Harry. I am you godfather!"
James smacked himself on the forehead.