A few days later, Sirius came looking for Harry excitedly. The stairs of The Leaky Cauldron always creaked, and the door he pushed open nearly fell off its frame.
"Ready? We should head out to watch the match. First, we need to find the Key to the Door."
He did not notice that something was off about Harry. The boy looked somewhat dazed, with two deep dark circles beneath his eyes.
"Godfather, are these my parents?"
The boy took a photograph from the wardrobe, hoping Sirius could confirm it for him.
Sirius took the photo and immediately grinned, a nostalgic smile appearing on his face. "Yes, that's James and Lily, your parents. Look how happy they are. Where did you find this?"
After receiving confirmation, Harry merely forced a smile. He took the photograph back and tossed it into the wardrobe. "Nowhere in particular. It was from a photo studio in Diagon Alley. Godfather, did you often bully Snape when you were young?"
Sirius's smile stiffened. He fell silent for a moment before finally nodding.
"We really shouldn't be telling you about the past, but your father and I did enjoy pranks back then. We'd set traps in the corridors and watch to see who fell into them, that sort of thing. Looking back, I was a bastard when I was young. Did you ask because he retaliated against you? I'll go settle things with him!"
"No, he didn't. He's as good as the other professors."
Harry grabbed Sirius's arm. He lowered his head and took a deep breath, his voice becoming very quiet.
"In my dreams, I became my father. I watched my own hands cast all sorts of nasty curses on the young Snape. At first, seeing him suffer felt fun, because Snape was always taking points from