nightseer

nightseer @ 02:16 pm: Snapshot Twelve
Title: Snapshots
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu Yu Hakusho or Harry Potter.
Notes: I got nothing.
Snapshot Title: Visiting Moony



Harry looked around the cottage in awe, amazed by how large it was. He could hear Remus in the background apologizing about the lack of space, and Harry knew it was small compared to the Aunt Petunia's house, but after living in a tiny two bedroom apartment with Sirius for over a year, it seemed huge. Despite the way the large couch, kitchen table, and chairs seemed to fill the room, Harry was sure his and Sirius’s entire apartment could fit in it.

“Remus, relax. After our apartment, your house is a palace,” Sirius said, slapping Remus on the back. “Okay, you don’t have our television, but hey, you have a couch.”

“And a television was more important?” Remus asked, trying to sound disapproving, but Harry saw the smile on the man’s face.

Harry laughed as Sirius fell back on the couch, sprawling across it. Harry kicked his feet out of the way and sat down next to him, saying, “A couch wouldn’t fit, the television did.”

“And Prongslet here had never been allowed near one before. Of course it was more important,” Sirius said, watching Harry bounce on the couch. He turned to Remus with a curious expression. “But enough about that. What are you still doing living in your grandparents old place?”

Remus grimaced and sat down on one of the chairs by the table. “I need a safe place to transform,” he said, nodding to the forest visible through the window. “I also own this place free and clear.”

Harry caught the way Sirius was frowning and stopped bouncing. That frown was the same one he gave Yusuke’s mom every time she went out drinking and left Yusuke with them. “I thought you said Mr. Moony was the responsible one,” Harry said in Japanese. “Why are you looking at him like he’s Yusuke’s mom?”

“Sometimes he’s too proud to be responsible, kid,” Sirius said in the same language, thoroughly confusing Harry, before switching back to English. “Well, I promised Harry a trip to Diagon Alley if he started speaking in class,” he said, leaping off the couch. “And since I know it’s your day off, I’d like you to come with us.”

“Sirius, you can’t be serious,” Remus said, sounding appalled. “A werewolf, an ex-convict, and the boy who lived can not go shopping like ordinary people.”

Sirius grinned. “You’re right. We need to owl the Daily Prophet first.”


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“I’m telling you, Bozo, this letter is the real deal,” a woman said, waving a long sheet of parchment around, attracting the entire pub’s attention. “This is Black’s handwriting. He’s bringing his godson here today, and we’re going to catch him.”

Harry gripped Sirius’s hand tightly as the crowd excitedly ran past them to see the letter, and they followed Remus out the back door. He wasn’t quite sure why Sirius had transfigured their hair blond, or why Sirius had insisted he wear an itchy baseball cap, but he was going along with it if his godfather’s last name had that kind of reaction. But he did want to know why. “Padfoot?” he said softly, deciding Sirius’s nickname was safer.

“Yeah, kiddo?” Sirius said, looking down at him as Remus tapped on the bricks with his wand.

“Why are they acting like that?” Harry asked, pointing back at the pub.

“You haven’t told him!” Remus hissed. “That was your biggest argument with Dumbledore. You didn’t want him not being prepared.”

“He’s not even seven yet. And he knows about wizards, just not about that,” Sirius said defensively before kneeling down in front of Harry. “You really want to know? It has to do with how your parents died.” Harry chewed on his lip for a moment, then nodded, shooting a worried look back at the pub, and Sirius sighed, the sound echoed by Remus. “All right, but it’s going to have to wait until we get back to Moony’s. You think you can wait that long? If I tell you here, we’ll get mobbed like Skeeter did,” he added when Harry hesitated.

“I’ll wait,” Harry whispered.

“Alright then,” Sirius grinned, and held his hand out for Harry. “It’s time for you to see the wonders of Diagon Alley. And remember, kiddo: Japan may have kitsunes, but we have Quidditch!”

“Does this mean I get to see the place where you wore a skirt?”