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"...Well, you're right on both counts there. It's also my initials!"
"You fuck! I thought you were de-wait, what?"
Sirius grinned, looking quite proud of himself. Only Sirius would be proud of the fact that his initials also stood for something as vulgar as 'son of a bitch'. ...It was technically true though.
Harry just sighed. This was Sirius alright. There was no way this was an impostor. Angry and frustrated, he strode forward, a glare on his face, and with a single, swift movement, he hit Sirius with a furious European Uppercut.
Sirius' head jerked back sharply. "Gah, fuck!" He spat out some blood, dabbing at his mouth with the sleeve of his robe. "Merlin, that actually really hurt!"
Harry's glare remained firmly in place.
"...Right, I deserved it?"
"Yes, you did!" Harry exclaimed. Energy suddenly sapped, he lowered back down in the red armchair from before. "Look," he said, calmer now, eyes fixed on his godfather, "I love you, and I missed you, and I'm sure as hell glad you're alive, but-but why aren't you dead!? I-I watched you fall! I don't-I don't-"
Sirius sighed softly, actually feeling kind of bad now. He sat down on a couch opposite his godson, the coffee table between them-just in case. Running his fingers through his hair, he debated on how to answer Harry's questions, wondering why he didn't think of this before. James definitely would have hit him too. Lily would have just kicked him in the balls and then walked away. He winced at the very thought.
"Still waiting here."
"Right." Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Sirius sighed again. "I did fall through the veil," he said, "and I did die. But I didn't stay dead for long."
Harry blinked, curious despite his anger. "What do you mean? What happened?" He'd heard of near-death experiences before, of course. Was that what had occurred here?
Sirius shrugged unconcernedly. "Mum kicked me out."
"..."
"..."
"...What?" Harry stared, emerald eyes wide and confused. "Your mum...kicked you out of the afterlife?"
"Yep! And that's how I came back to life!" said Sirius with a grin. "Next thing I knew, Wormtail and I were being questioned at the Ministry, he was shipped off to Azkaban, and I was officially declared innocent. ...No idea how it happened though, but I'm hardly complaining. I'd love to shake the hand of the person who got me free, that's for sure!"
"Yeah, well, you can thank Voldemort for that," Harry said in a deadpan. "I'm sure if you asked nicely, he'd be delighted to shake your hand."
"..."
"..."
"...What?"
Unable to help himself, Harry snickered. "It was Voldemort's birthday present to me. Well, part of it, at least. He was the one to fix my eyesight too."
"...WHAT!?"
"Good night, Professor!" And with that, Harry left the room, leaving his very confused godfather behind him, and made his way up to Gryffindor Tower, wondering what he could say to the Dark Lord in response to what he had done for him.
"Harry!" exclaimed Ron-the-possible-drug-lord, once Harry entered the common room a little while later. "Where've you been?"
Harry barely spared him a glance. "Uppercutting a professor," was all he said before heading up to the dorm, leaving a baffled Ron in his wake, mouth hanging open disgustingly, a very suspicious white powder visible within the gaping maw.
A few minutes later, settled in bed, Harry smirked, finally having thought of what he was going to say in his next letter to Voldemort. The Dark Lord wasn't going to be pleased, that was for sure.
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