"I've never been to a Quidditch game, but I guess I'll go to the first match in November."
"You guess?" Sirius mocked him. "James was crazy about Quidditch and couldn't wait until the first match to watch the slimy snakes get their arses booted by Gryffindor!"
"Was my father good at Potions or Herbology?" Harry asked.
"We didn't need any of that crap. Potions and Herbology are for unpopular, antisocial gits like Snivellus. He was always hiding behind his cauldron."
"He's the youngest Potion Master ever in Wizarding Britain!" Harry said hotly. "That's really an honor."
"So what? Your dad was an Auror and so am I. We're an elite part of Magical Law Enforcement. We specialize in catching dark wizards. I'd sure like to arrest Malfoy and throw his blond arse to the Dementor's!"
"Sirius has been doing all the talking, Harry," Remus cut in. "I'm sure you must have a lot of questions for us."
"I have just have one for Sirius," Harry said. "If you're my godfather, how come you never came to visit me or check on me at the Dursley's?"
Sirius cocked his head and looked at Harry. "Because kid, Albus said you were doing fine and after you blew You-Know-Who to bits, there were still a lot of Death Eaters we had to round up."
"So you believed whatever Professor Dumbledore told you and didn't bother to check for yourself? Well, guess what? I wasn't doing fine! The Dursley's made me live in a cupboard under the stairs, they had me doing all the cooking, cleaning, and yard work; they weren't intending to let me come to Hogwarts. We were living in a hut of sorts on a rock off the North Sea where my uncle had hid us to avoid the owls who were bringing my Hogwarts letters. It was cold and miserable. My cousin was sleeping on the couch under a nice warm blanket and I was sleeping on the floor under a thin blanket with holes in it. The only clothes I ever got were his old ones and he's fat. When dad delivered my letter he spotted what was going on right away and took me away from them and I've been living with him ever since. He takes good care of me and he rescued me off a runaway broom earlier this week! So you can just take your attitude about him and …" Harry's voice had gotten progressively louder attracting Severus' attention. He came out of his lab and walked into the living room. "What is going on?"
"Go back and play with your chemistry set, Snivellus," Sirius growled. "This is between Harry and me."
Harry ran over to Severus. "Can you tell him to leave?" Harry asked pointing at Sirius.
"I think it would be best if you left now. You have managed to upset Harry and I will not permit that."
Remus muttered an apology, grabbed Sirius' arm, and marched him over to the floo. "I'll see you in class, Harry." They both disappeared into the green flames.
"What happened, Harry?" Severus asked quietly.
"Sirius started in insulting you, calling you nasty names and bragging how smart and popular he and my father were and how they supposedly ruled the school and all the professors loved them and everybody else was envied them. I just about got sick." Harry said. "Was my father like him too?"
Severus sighed. "Come over here, Harry and sit down. I will explain."
Harry sat down next to his dad on the couch. "Your father was like Sirius. He is the one who started calling me Snivellus. Your mum and me had been friends since we were nine and lived four blocks from each other although I lived in a considerably poorer part of town than your mum. I think your father was always uncomfortable with our friendship even after your mum started dating him, but the difference is that your father eventually grew up." 'Sure, but not enough to ever say he was sorry for all the misery he put you through,' said a little voice inside his head. "Sirius never has."
"I could tell. He sounded like Ron Weasley."
"If you do not want to see him again, that's fine. You do not have to."
"I didn't like him, Dad and I don't want to see him again," Harry replied putting his head against Severus' chest.
Severus put his arm around Harry and pulled him close. "I will inform the headmaster that you do not want to see him and I will let Professor Flitwick know not to let him in if he turns up at Ravenclaw Tower."
Harry grinned. "He'd never get in anyway. He couldn't answer the questions."
"Probably true," Severus laughed. "Do you want to eat lunch upstairs or down here?"
"Down here because Sirius is probably still in the castle.""We could go to McDonald's if you like?" Severus offered.
"Thanks, Dad, but I just feel like staying down here if that's okay? I know how much you like Quarter Pounders."
"Well, I think I can make the sacrifice just this once," Severus joked, but inside he was seething! How dare Black upset Harry and ruin his day? If he was going to hanging around the castle he hoped Minerva would set Black's bum on fire. He wouldn't mind seeing Albus and Black running down to the lake at top speed with their bums on fire.
"Well, they do have a lot of calories, Dad and you don't want to lose your figure," Harry teased.
Severus started tickling Harry in revenge until he was squirming and giggling helplessly. "I will have you know, Mr. Potter-Snape that I only weigh a few pounds more than when I graduated!"
"A few pounds is how many pounds, Dad?" Harry teased.
Severus chuckled, got up, and pulled Harry to his feet. "Come along. How does bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches sound for lunch? I picked the tomatoes and lettuce fresh this morning."
"Sounds great, Dad. Can I help you?"