"Less like your father..."

Summary: When Sirius talks to Harry through the fire, he leaves behind a wave of emotion that he's going to have to clean up.

Rating: T [Mild swearing and thoughts of torturing Sirius, on Hermiones part.]

28.01.2011: Reviewed and edited.

"I would, I just don't want you chucked back in Azkaban!" said Harry.

There was a pause in which Sirius looked out of the fire at Harry, a crease between his sunken eyes.

"You're less like your father than I thought," he said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. "The risk would've been what made it fun for James."

"Look-"

"Well I'd better get going, I can hear Kreacher coming down the stair," said Sirius, but Harry was sure he was lying. "I'll write to tell you a time I can make it back into the fire, then. Shall I? If you can stand to risk it?"

There was tiny pop, and the place where Sirius' head had been was flickering flame once more.

He was numb. With thoughts bouncing around in his head he bowed his shoulders. His eyebrows came together, forming rough creases on his delicate forehead. He momentarily raised his eyes to the spot where Sirius' head had previously been, his eyes shining with hurt. Did Sirius want him to be more like his father? Because he sure made it seem that way.

Maybe Sirius was only there for Harry so he could see James again. Not his godson, but his best friend.

Was Sirius disappointed that he couldn't see that much of James in Harry.

Harry's chest compressed at that thought. Maybe he should be more like James? Athletic, intelligent, good with the ladies and certainly not an outcast.

"Harry, you okay mate?" A voice asked, penetrating Harry's foggy mind. Ron eyed Harry cautiously, secretly worried over his mute best friend.

"Ummm, yeah." Harry said quietly and unsurely. Those 8 words continuously repeating themselves in his head, 'You're less like your father than I thought.'

"Are you sure?" Ron prodded, knowing that he had probably taken to heart what Sirius had said.

"Ron, I'm fine." Harry said in annoyance, his eyes meeting Ron's. Hermione leaned forward and pulled one of Harry's hands into her own.

"You aren't dwelling on what Sirius said, are you?" Hermione asked, eyes boaring deep into Harry's own. "Because you are NOT your father Harry, and he should stop comparing you to him. He is just going to have to accept the fact that his best friend is ..d-dead and he now has a godson he needs to look after, and not a friend to play with!"Hermione stressed

They all sat in silence for another minute before Harry decided he had nothing to say.

"I'm gonna go up to bed now. Its a little late." And with that, Harry grabbed his homework and rushed up to his dorm, feeling two pairs of eyes on him.

"What do we do now?" Hermione whispered, pulling herself up onto the sofa.

"Huh?" Ron said cluelessly, looking around at her.

"Come on Ron! You saw Harrys face when Sirius commented on his father! I think we should speak to him." Hermione suggested, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her eyes.

"Who? Harry?"Ron asked, bewildered.

"NO Ronald!" Ron winced at how she used his full name. It made him feel about an inch high. "I'm talking about Sirius!" Hermione screeched again, before glancing back back to the staircase.

"Oh." Ron said quietly, deep in thought. "Why don't we just talk to Harry though?"

"What happens if Sirius says something like this again though? It will only further Harry's thoughts on this matter. Though, I do admit that we do need to talk to Harry too." She said, matter-of-

"But you'll know Harry, Hermione" Ron said deeply. "He'll deny it all and act like it doesn't bother him. He is quite a private person, if I'm honest"

"Hmmmm, your right." Hermione concluded, leaving shocked Ron. She had said he was right! Finally, he thought, its only taken 4 and a half bloomin' years!

"Why are you smiling?" Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes. "Oh! I have an idea! How about we talk to Sirius only if we see a change in Harry? Because, for all we know, he might not be thinking about it. But if I know Harry like I think I know him, he's going to want to prove to Sirius that he is his father." Hermione stated, pulling her hair behind her shoulders.

"Erm yeah." Ron said, slightly freaked out at how fast Hermione can talk when she wants.

"I just can't believe he would say that to Harry. He is practically the only father figure in his life, and he's just making Harry feel bad. If I got my hands on him I'd - " Ron put a hand over Hermiones mouth to shut her up a bit.

"I know, Herm's. I don't like this anymore than you do, but we've gotta stick by Harry for now." Ron said, trying to calm down the young witch.

"I guess so." She yawned suddenly, causing Ron to yawn. Gosh he hated how they were contagious. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go to bed." Hermione stood up, hearing a faint "Night" from Ron, before ascending the staircase up to her dorm.

Ron sat there, gazing into the fire, wondering what Harry would do; if anything. But one thing was for certain; Sirius should be scared shitless.

Uh oh. Something tells me Harry is going to do something he will regret.

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