Deer Hunters Part 2
Sirius was fuming, he'd gotten a call about Harry not being able to write the test in the middle of a meeting. They'd studied all week for it and Harry was finally not anxious about it.
He'd reached barely two minutes late and those stuck up bastards didn't let him take it. Storming past the doors a Harry saw slumped in one of the chairs outside the headmaster's office.
The resigned look on Harry's face was enough to reignite the rage he'd managed to control on the drive over.
"I'll handle this." He promised hoping it would quell the boy, bursting into the office ready to say his bit, he faced Dumbledore. noticing Remus standing in the corner of the office. So he was involved in this. Sirius concluded, figures, he thought.
"Hello Mr Black, please come in."
"Thank you." Sirius nodded trying not to yell immediately.
"Have a seat." Dumbledore offered pointing to a chair.
Sirius simply shook his head, unmoving "Um, I think there's been a terrible mistake. Harry told me that he wasn't allowed to take the test."
"He was late." dumbledore said like it was that easy like Sirius would let it be that easy.
"Right. Well. See, there were circumstances beyond his control. Harry is never late. He's annoyingly on time. I think if you checked your records-" Sirius started before he was rudely interrupted by the bearded fucker.
"Past performance has nothing to do with today," Dumbledore said in a tone of calm that made Sirius' blood boil.
"Okay. But he was up all night studying. I was there. He has a witness." Sirius said eyes narrowed
"He's not on trial." Dumbledore corrected
"Well, your honour..." Sirius said behind gritted teeth "Just a little trial humour. That won't happen again. Um, see, he got up late. he broke his neck to get here. We don't live locally... " Sirius tried reasoning, he should've known rationality was not an option.
"The dog ate my homework. My computer crashed, and I lost my midterm." Dumbledore rattled off monotonously.
"I wasn't making excuses. That's not Harry." Sirius pressed.
"Mister Black, rules are rules. When you're late, you forfeit the right to take the test." Dumbledore said in a manner of finality moving towards the door to show Sirius out. As fucking if.
"Where are you going? Where is he going?" Sirius asked Remus, incredulous.
"Sirius, if I could do anything, I would," Remus said uneasily.
"You could let him take the test," Sirius said exasperated, arms soaring.
"I can't." Remus shook his head.
"That's not fair," Sirius demanded.
"We're not here to be fair. We're here to educate." Dumbledore spoke once again and it took everything in Sirius not to lunge over and punch him in the face.
"Yes, and I'm asking you to please educate my kid." He exclaimed, exasperated.
"We will when he's on time. Have a nice day." Dumbledore said gesturing to the door again.
"Are you holding that door for a reason?" Sirius sniped, unbelievably frustrated.
"Our meeting is over."
"Like hell it is," Sirius said roughly slamming the door shut, moving further into the room to prove his point.
"You sit here in your snotty little school and you nurture horrible kids who treat each other like mortal enemies. You take a great kid like Harry and tear him apart!"
"I don't think that's completely fair." Remus interrupted or tried to, not on his watch, not when harry was concerned.
"You say he's smart and he'll do fine and this rotting, stodgy rat-hole could use somebody like him, and then you shut him out of a test he's crammed for that he completely deserves to take!" Sirius yelled.
"I didn't call this place a rat-hole." Remus clarified, making Sirius scoff in disgust.
"That's true. I added that." he said sneering, "Wouldn't want you to get in trouble with il duce."
Sirius pushed past Lupin chiding himself for thinking the bastard was going to be any better than the other in this place. A chip of the old block this terrible fucking building was made of.
x
It'd been a week since the incident and Sirius had managed to sufficiently cheer Harry up, who'd gotten the scores from his other tests and found out he was capable of getting an “A”, obviously, when he was allowed to take the test that is.
Pressing the answering machine he sat to check any messages left for them, giggling at their voicemail message
'It's us. We're not here. We have a life. Get over it.' it beeped.
"Hi. This is a message for Harry. It's Remus Lupin calling. I just wanted to say that I talked to Headmaster Dumbledore, or il duce, as he's more affectionately known in your household, and he's agreed to let you do some extra-credit work to help make up for the missed test.
Now, I'm not sure what the extra-credit work is yet, but it probably will be time-consuming and extremely painful. It will, however, get you back up to where I think you rightly belong, Harry. Don't lose heart. Make this work. And if your Godfather's listening, Sirius, it was a pleasure encountering you. I hope it happens again. Anyway, see you in class. Bye."
Sirius smiled at the message, bastard.