the_debt_of_time

Remus looked up at the sound of Harry's voice. With the rest of the school finally
returning from the village, he had been asked to patrol the corridors to make sure certain
students were not already setting out pranks purchased from Zonko's.
"Can anyone confirm that?" Snape's voice carried down the hallway.
Remus followed the sounds, not entirely trusting of Snape when it came to Harry.
Dumbledore swore to his loyalty, which made Remus believe that the former Death Eater
was an honourable man, but it was clear that when Harry was involved, Snape was not
capable of being objective.
He found the professor and student facing off against one another in the centre of
a corridor. Eager to hear their conversation so that he could judge Snape's treatment of
Harry, Remus remained in the shadows.
"So," Snape said, "everyone from the Minister for Magic downward has been trying
to keep famous Harry Potter safe from Sirius Black. But famous Harry Potter is a law unto
himself. Let the ordinary people worry about his safety! Famous Harry Potter goes where
he wants to, with no thought for the consequences."
Had Snape even met the boy? Remus had been teaching Harry for less than a year,
and he knew how much Harry disliked being famous, how much he detested preferential
treatment. The boy was a teenager who just wanted to play Quidditch with his friends,
learn interesting new spells, visit Hogsmeade with the rest of the students, and skive
Potions class. He just wanted to be normal. Anyone actually paying attention could see
that.
"How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter."
Remus felt his heart rate increase. He found himself grateful that the full moon was
still almost two weeks away. Though gone from this world, James was Pack, and Remus
could not help but still feel protective of his fallen friend.
"He, too, was exceedingly arrogant. A small amount of talent on the Quidditch pitch
made him think he was a cut above the rest of us. Strutting around the place with his friends
and admirers. The resemblance between you two is uncanny."
"My dad didn't strut," Harry retorted.
Remus snorted. Oh, but he did.
"And neither do I."