Reborn By JustBored21

Chapter 50

"I've missed you," Sirius smiled once he let go of Harry, he placed his hands on Harry's shoulders and looked him up and down. "you're looking good, kiddo."

"Debatable." Harry snorted, his eyes brimming with tears.

"I don't think I could ever allow myself to have white hair," Sirius commented, his vision locked on Harry's hair. "though I reckon I'd pull it off better than you."

"You're already pulling off grey hairs better than me." Harry smirked.

"What?!" Sirius yelped as his hands quickly went to his beloved hair.

"Well, isn't this sickeningly sweet?" Voldemort interrupted, reminding them both that he was here.

"Look, I am trying to talk to my godson, so why don't you just get lost?" Sirius asked in an annoyed voice as Harry wiped his eyes.

"Manners cost nothing, Black." Voldemort replied, glaring at Sirius and Harry.

"I'm sure they don't, now fuck off." Sirius responded.

"Why so serious?" Voldemort asked, anger evident in his voice.

"Why so nosey?" Sirius countered, a laugh escaped Harry's mouth before he could stop it and Voldemort's glare increased.

"Enjoy yourself while you can, Potter." Voldemort spat, "enjoy your moment with your godfather, I'll come back later, and make no mistake, I will be coming back." Voldemort said before he vanished out of sight.

"Prick." Sirius said as he shook his head, he turned back to Harry and smiled again. "Like I was saying, it's good to see you, Harry."

"You too, even though I'm pretty sure that you're not actually here." Harry replied, looking at Sirius who looked exactly like how Harry remembered him. Brown, short and clean hair along with a small brown beard, looking better than when he had escaped from Azkaban but not quite as good as he was when he was younger.

"By the way, before we say anything else I just want to say that I love the fact that you named your dog after me." Sirius grinned.

"I'm not good with names." Harry shrugged.

"No, you named him after me because you loved me," Sirius insisted. "don't deny it."

"I do admittedly love you, Merlin knows why, but I named Padfoot 'Padfoot' because I am bad at names and you just happened to have had a good name." Harry insisted.

"Oh, you're so cute," Sirius said as he pinched Harry's cheek. "my little tsundere."

"Shut it," Harry said as he slapped Sirius's hand away. "Sirius, please...what the fuck is happening to me?" Harry sighed. "My mind is more fucked up than it normally is and it is normally like twelve different levels of fucked up. I've got Bellatrix dancing around in one corner, Dumbledore preaching in another, Voldemort sitting in a chair and smoking from a cigar in the third and just some very loud screaming in the fourth."

"Well Harry...I don't really know for sure." Sirius admitted in a disappointed voice, he shook his head before brightening up. "But I am here for you now so we can both work it out."

"Sirius, I nearly killed my teammates." Harry reminded him. "I broke Cap's arm and Gwen's leg and I hurt Sif and Nat."

"Yes, I look forward to discussing the lovely women in your life in excruciating, painstaking detail but now is not the time." Sirius replied. "I know you're worried Harry, but let's just calm down and take a deep breath, yeah."