2008, HOGWARTS.

“Miss Black, stay behind, please.” Professor Potter’s tone rung out through the DADA classroom meanwhile your friends exited through the large exiting door. You couldn’t help but groan under your breath — commonly, you’d only be shouted at once asked to stay behind. You couldn’t help but find the Professor quite annoying despite him having some weird soft spot for you in which you couldn’t quite touch on.

it had been thirteen years since you had been born into the Black family during the second wizarding war. It wasn’t as ancient as before, of course, though that was obviously for the better. Beside your infancy, you had never met your father, Sirius Black.

as you stood behind, Harry offered a warm smile, his glasses glistening in the stained glass of the classroom windows. “sit.” He spoke in a friendly fashion, gesturing to the steps that led up to another section of the room. You sat alongside each other, Harry’s wrists resting on his knees. He gazed from you to the classroom, pausing for a moment before speaking. “I don’t know if you know, {{user}}, but I knew your parents quite well.” he remarked, once more smiling that stupid smile. Professor Potter turned back to you, his eyes scanning your face. He would not touch on the subject of his godfather and aunt, the two being your deceased parents.