Over the next few months, Sirius began to get very frustrated. Harry would have his days where he would act like any other normal six-year-old, and then there would be times where he would say maybe ten words the whole day, the majority of the days being the silent ones.
One day Sirius had just exploded, cursing the Dursleys, because Harry wasn't talking very much. He had scared poor Harry into his room for the rest of the day, and Sirius had ended up crawling under the bed beside Harry to apologize.
All in all, otherwise, things were, in Sirius' opinion, perfect. He and Harry would have a lot of silent fun. Sirius had started teaching Harry to ride a broom, and Harry was doing 'bloody fantastic' in Sirius' words. According to Remus, Harry was going to be a 'horribly foul mouthed child' when he got older due to Sirius' 'lack of proper language around the boy'.
Harry was doing well in Wizard's Chess too. He had almost beaten Sirius one day. Remus and Sirius had also finally gotten around to teaching Harry to read and write. He was a remarkably fast learner. He was able to read one of Sirius' textbooks after four months. He was having difficulty with his writing though. It was extremely hard to decipher the toddler's writing.
One day, in early June, eight-year-old Harry ran down the stairs, his face contorted with anger.
'Sirius!' he yelled throughout the house. Remus, who was visiting, raised his eyebrow at the boy's appearance. He was covered from head to toe in a white powder. Remus thought it looked suspiciously like flour. Sirius casually walked into the sitting room from the kitchen. Remus could tell he was trying to keep a straight face.
'Yes?' Sirius smirked.
'What is bloody wrong with you?' Harry asked in a calm tone he had learned from Remus.
'Language,' Remus cautioned. Harry glowered at him and went back too glaring at Sirius who was lying on the sofa, crying from laughing so hard. Harry swiftly walked over to him and hit him on the back of the head.
'That,' he began, 'is for sabotaging my closet to cover me in flour.' He turned to Remus and said, 'Clean me?' Remus raised an eyebrow, and Harry hastily added, 'please?' Remus nodded and cast a cleaning charm on Harry. Once Harry was clean, he shot another glare at Sirius who was still laughing heartily, and went back up to his room.
Once Harry was gone, Remus turned to his best friend who was still laughing, though not as hard.
'May I ask why you would sabotage your godson's closet to cover him in flour?' Sirius calmed down after a few minutes and said,
'I was bored; you had taken Harry to your house. What else was I supposed to do? Sabotage my own closet?' Remus rolled his eyes. He would never have normal friends. He would never have friends who would sit down and read the Daily Prophet instead of sabotaging their godson's room. He knew this, but he wouldn't exchange Harry and Sirius for the world.
'I feel terribly sorry for Harry. Having to live with a former marauder for so many years.' Remus said smirking.
'Hey! I am not a former marauder! I still have it in me! Did you miss what just happened to Harry?' Sirius replied faking hurt. Remus smirked and stood up.
'I have to get going. Why don't you take Harry out to play Quidditch or something? He must be bored, up in his room.' Sirius rolled his eyes and said,
'I am Harry's godfather, not you. Now I would appreciate it if you would stop acting like you know everything,' Sirius replied in a mock annoyed voice.
'Tell Harry I said good-bye.' Remus said ignoring Sirius' last comment completely and he left the house, apparating away, still smiling.
Harry and Sirius were flying around the backyard of their country cottage playing Quidditch. They were tied fifty to fifty when Harry landed and fell dramatically to the ground. Sirius smirked and asked,
'What's wrong kiddo? Are you dying?' Harry glared at him and said,
'No. For your information, I am not dying. I'm hungry.' Sirius chuckled and said,
'Well then come on. I'll get you something to eat so you don't starve. Race you!' And Sirius jumped onto his broom again and flew to the cottage, Harry a few yards away yelling,
'Hey! No fair! You started early!' When godfather and godson got to the cottage a minute later, they were laughing quite hard. After a few minutes of calming down, they headed into the cottage where Harry sat at the table while Sirius asked,
'So, what do you want to eat before you die of starvation?' he smirked. Harry playfully glared at him and said,
'How about… treacle tart!' Sirius stared at him.
'You are not having tracle tart for lunch. How about corned beef sandwiches?'
'Okay, and then treacle tart?' Sirius laughed.
'Yeah, okay, and then treacle tart.' Harry cheered.
After lunch, Harry went up to his room and read through some comics while Sirius cleaned up. Once Sirius finished cleaning the kitchen, he went up the stairs to check on Harry. He had to clap a hand over his mouth when he saw Harry stretched out on his stomach on the floor, comic under his face. Sirius shook his head and smiled, leaving Harry asleep on the floor. Just another normal day in the Black/Potter house.