funky fresh harry potter one shots

"james was a good friend, yknow, the marauders were a little like you, ron, and hermione. and bloody hell, do i see a lot of moony in that girl." sirius remarks, sitting on the edge of a sofa. the edges of his smile curl up mischievously, a look that would have looked less out of place on him 15 years ago.

"yeah," harry grins back from his spot sprawled out on the carpet, "but we've all got different sides to us."

sirius has been hauled up in 12 grimmuald place since the start of the summer, but since harry had shown up last week, he'd found himself smiling more than he had in months. something moony had definitely failed to conceal his happiness for.

"yeah..."

because holy hell wasn't that true? for the last week sirius had been glancing at harry out of the corner of his eye and seeing james james james but the longer he looker the more his face seemed to transform. "you look like your father, yknow, but with your mum's eyes." he'd told this to harry a day into his stay and gotten a kind thanks but a look of frustrated amusement. it had taken sirius days to recognize where he'd seen that look before and it smacked him right in the face. hermione.

"you look like you could use a pick me up," sirius had said to her one day in the kitchen. the entire residency of grimmuald place had been bullied into scrubbing walls by the weasley matron, who didn't seem to be doing a lick of work.

"yeah?," she deadpanned, tossing a towel into the sink " i could use a whole lot more than a pick me up. this place is so ancient you've got to have a library, show me."

but harry looked like his father. he did. there was no mistaking that, with is untidy hair and circular glasses so much like his father. but he had his mother's heart-shaped face and her mannerisms. and boy, that had taken a lot of getting used to. at first, sirius had seen his bravery and loyalty. that night at the shrieking shack and later in the tower, he'd seen james's stubbornness and bravery. but lily had had a gryffindor streak a mile wide, but with a lot more intelligence to suppress the brashness.

harry was brave, merlin knows he was, but he was also incredibly thoughtful and considerate, almost paranoidingly so. it was becoming a constant habit of sirius's to try and finish cleaning his bit of grimmuald before harry (who always finished cleaning before anyone else) came along and wrangled sirius into letting harry help him. even then, sirius was terrible at telling harry 'no'.

"hand me a bucket will you sirius?" "oh no don't worry about it kid, i'm almost done" "sirius hand me the bucket," he'd say, looking at him much like lily had when she notice sirius had stolen her quill. "finefineokay"

and after that sirius couldn't stop noticing those little things. harry bit the inside of his check when he worried like lily. he squinted his eyes a little when he talked about himself and played with the edges of his sleeves a little like remus did when they were teenagers. sirius even saw small habits harry had that he himself possesed. gesturing excessively, flexing his fingers when explaining things to others, drumming his wand on literally everything sitting in front of him.

and that was just the tip of the iceberg, hermione and harry were majorly different personality wise, but they held so many similarities in the way they interacted. they tugged ron's shirt to keep him in line, cringed when people cracked their knuckles, and walked in a sort of offbeat rhythm. harry picked up bits from everyone.

the day after, he brought it up to remus in a spare moment of quiet, and to his shock remus just smiled.

"yeah i know, harry's got lily's temper too, merlin. you thought last week was bad? the things i'd heard in the hallways from some of the older gryffindors..."

"ahh," another voice peeked in. remus and sirius whipped around to see the weasley twins striding in.

"you mean-"
"the Great Thundering of-"
"Gryffindor Tower of-"
"1993," they cut in.

"dark times" fred, at least sirius assumed, started with a look of faux melancholy.
"the first taste of harrikins-"
"temper, that boy has" george smirked.

"what happened," sirius pestered.

"well is was a dark and stormy night-" the one on the left said ominously.
"a specky little git, by the name of harrikins-"

"i am not!" harry burst in suddenly, launching himself through the doorway stumbling in. he waved his finger around at them threatingly.

and where harry was hermione and ron were sure to follow, sirius thought, as they entered much more calmly than harry.

"telling war stories, are you?" hermione remarked dryly. ron patted her consolingly on the shoulder grinning.

"well there are a lot of war stories to do with our harry aren't there?" ron smiles out. hermione huffs, rolling her eyes.

sirius and remus meet eyes. remus gazes at sirius like he's missing something so obviously in front of his face that it's screaming "i'm here! i'm right here, look at me!"

"we're telling sirius-"
"and remus about-"
"the Great Thundering of-"
"Gryffindor Tower of-"
"1993," they smirk.

"oh," harry says. and sirius suddenly notices he's standing next to ron and hermione, who are flanking him on both sides. ron towering over harry and hermione just surpassing his height. and wow 'has harry always been this small?'

but harry is also blushing, embarrassed, and sirius loses all past feelings of consternation. 'he's just embarressed, you're overreacting nothing bad happened'

"what happened," remus askes harry enquiringly. his eyes dance with mirth.

harry glares back jokingly, 'traitor' his eyes say.

"nothing."

ron shuffles a little beside him, so small that only remus's keen werewolf sight and sirius's constant paranoia catch it.

sirius stares back at harry, "nothing?"

harry squinted his eyes a little, "nothing, i just was a little frustrated i guess, with ron and hermione. no big deal, really, i got over it."

"a Little Mad, the boy says," one of the twins pipe up, "you bloody woke merlin"

"you yelled at them?" remus asked, amused. remus wasn't super shocked by this, he'd heard harry when he'd hit his boiling point last week and he'd heard things when he'd taught, but even then, it wasn't all theat easy to imagine harry losing it at ron and hermione. they were sort of like the marauders, fighting few and far in between. they were harryronhermione.

"we had been fighting throughout the school year," hermione started a little abashedly, "ron was convinced that crookshanks had eaten scabbers and wanted me to... admit it i guess. i mean now we know about pettigrew, but..." she trailed off awkwardly, an odd sight for a girl with so many thoughts in her head.

there was a strange second of silence were all parties didn't know what to say. harry ran his hand through his hair making it stick up in various places. remus and sirius smiled at the familiar gesture.

"yeah," ron carried on reluctantly, "harry gave us both a good thrashing one day, like a week before exams. really laid into both of us."

"and none of us knew any silencing charms at the time so, we were in the common room and i kind of just..." harry flailed his hands around.

"you woke the dead." one of the twins said blandly. unfortunately for him (george? remus thought) hermione was close enough to slap him up the head. "oww woman."

"really reminded me of mum for a second." ron nodded grimly. harry mirrored hermione and smacked ron. "bloody hell"

"whatever," harry huffed pouting, "it didn't even stick, you lot were back to fighting a day later."

"thought you'd at least ignore each other a wee bit longer after harrikins lost it." fred(?) said jokingly.

"fuck off george."

"language, harry" hermione scathed.

"'m not a baby, 'mione, i'm a big boy, i can swear."

"harry," ron started, "you're the youngest here."

"ginny's younger!" harry exclaimed.

"you want to go up to gin's and tell her exactly what she can and can't do? hm?"

"the girl's a firecracker." sirius said siriusly

"we'd better shut the bloody hell up before harry turns us into firecrackers." fred says nerviously, they turn to see harry building up to a yell.

"NO-" "DON'T" the twins shriek

"MISSES WEASLEY," harry screeches, making them cup their ears, "FRED AND GEORGE AREN'T WORKING!"

"WHAT?!"

"no harry pls," "you littlt-" "don't do this," "our love," "betrayer," "business partner" "snitch," "fuck run!"

remus and sirius smile to each other at the banter. and suddenly they both realized what they'd missed. harry is a lot like his mother, but...

a few days later, sirius walks into the sitting lounge again, flopping onto the couch next to harry and ginny, whose painting his nails bright purple.

"merlin prongslet, you're something."