the_debt_of_time

"Do I want to know?" Harry asked as Sirius approached him from behind.
A lit cigarette hung from Sirius's lips as he slipped his leather jacket on. He took the
stick in hand and exhaled, letting the smoke drift off with the wind. "Nice charm," he
commented, noticing how the rain poured around them, never touching the dry circle
Harry had created. Sirius smiled in reminiscence. "Your mum was always good at charms
like this."
"Avoiding the question, Padfoot," Harry countered, using Sirius's Marauder name
in a tone of voice that made him sound exactly like James.
Sirius laughed softly at the game, taking another drag from his cigarette. "I know
what you're doing, you know. You figured me and Remus out easy. You've figured out that
when you want information, calling us Moony and Padfoot in that voice makes us think of
your dad, which it does," he affirmed, "and when you want to impose your opinion, you
make eye contact to remind us of Lily."
Harry cocked his head to the side and folded his arms across his chest, an amused
grin on his jaw. "I guess Mum had a way of being convincing?"
"Your grandmother Dorea would have loved you." Sirius let out a quiet laugh. "She
and Charlus—your grandfather—almost made a game of hiding information when they
wanted to. She'd always win. Drove your dad and me mental."
Harry grew quiet for a moment, his focus far away until he brought his attention
back to Sirius. The amused boy was gone once again, replaced by the burdened soldier of
war. "I think I want to go to Godric's Hollow."
There was a beat of silence as Sirius thought about it for a moment, knowing that
Harry was likely to go on his own regardless of what anyone else said about the matter.
Eventually, he sighed in resignation. "Consider it done."