"Perhaps," Voldemort said in a calm voice. "or perhaps your father could have died in a natural accident after your second birthday, perhaps your mother could have died from dragon pox. Perhaps a magical accident would kill all three of you. The future is not a certain thing, Potter. Look at me for example, I had everything planned. Immortality, ruling the world but you stopped all that."
"And I would do it again!"
"I have no doubt you would," Voldemort replied. "Bellatrix called you 'chaos', Dumbledore called you 'war', I think you are both of those things, but you are also fury. Because that is what is inside of you, Potter. That is what you so desperately try to control, ever since coming to this world you have held back, because you know that if you ever stopped caring for these pathetic muggles then you could kill all of them. It would take you less than a day to bring down all of America, the Avenger's can't stop you, no matter how hard they try.
If you didn't insist on holding back your anger then you could be the ruler of all of these pathetic muggles, but you bottle it. Use it Harry! Like you did against me and my forces. My men feared your name even more than they did mine, why must you…"
"Alright, that's enough." A voice interrupted. Harry and Voldemort turned to face the owner of the voice.
"You!" Voldemort growled. "What are you doing here?!"
"Interrupting whatever the hell this shit is, now shut it nosey." The owner of the voice said as he walked over to Harry. "Hey kiddo." He smiled before pulling him into a hug.
"Sirius." Harry breathed as he felt his godfather hug him.
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"I've missed you," Sirius smiled once he let go of Harry, he placed his hands on Harry's shoulders and looked him up and down. "you're looking good, kiddo."
"Debatable." Harry snorted, his eyes brimming with tears.
"I don't think I could ever allow myself to have white hair," Sirius commented, his vision locked on Harry's hair. "though I reckon I'd pull it off better than you."
"You're already pulling off grey hairs better than me." Harry smirked.
"What?!" Sirius yelped as his hands quickly went to his beloved hair.
"Well, isn't this sickeningly sweet?" Voldemort interrupted, reminding them both that he was here.
"Look, I am trying to talk to my godson, so why don't you just get lost?" Sirius asked in an annoyed voice as Harry wiped his eyes.
"Manners cost nothing, Black." Voldemort replied, glaring at Sirius and Harry.
"I'm sure they don't, now fuck off." Sirius responded.
"Why so serious?" Voldemort asked, anger evident in his voice.
"Why so nosey?" Sirius countered, a laugh escaped Harry's mouth before he could stop it and Voldemort's glare increased.
"Enjoy yourself while you can, Potter." Voldemort spat, "enjoy your moment with your godfather, I'll come back later, and make no mistake, I will be coming back." Voldemort said before he vanished out of sight.
"Prick." Sirius said as he shook his head, he turned back to Harry and smiled again. "Like I was saying, it's good to see you, Harry."
"You too, even though I'm pretty sure that you're not actually here." Harry replied, looking at Sirius who looked exactly like how Harry remembered him. Brown, short and clean hair along with a small brown beard, looking better than when he had escaped from Azkaban but not quite as good as he was when he was younger.
"By the way, before we say anything else I just want to say that I love the fact that you named your dog after me." Sirius grinned.
"I'm not good with names." Harry shrugged.
"No, you named him after me because you loved me," Sirius insisted. "don't deny it."
"I do admittedly love you, Merlin knows why, but I named Padfoot 'Padfoot' because I am bad at names and you just happened to have had a good name." Harry insisted.
"Oh, you're so cute," Sirius said as he pinched Harry's cheek. "my little tsundere."
"Shut it," Harry said as he slapped Sirius's hand away. "Sirius, please… what the fuck is happening to me?" Harry sighed. "My mind is more fucked up than it normally is and it is normally like twelve different levels of fucked up. I've got Bellatrix dancing around in one corner, Dumbledore preaching in another, Voldemort sitting in a chair and smoking from a cigar in the third and just some very loud screaming in the fourth."
"Well Harry… I don't really know for sure." Sirius admitted in a disappointed voice, he shook his head before brightening up. "But I am here for you now so we can both work it out."
"Sirius, I nearly killed my teammates." Harry reminded him. "I broke Cap's arm and Gwen's leg and I hurt Sif and Nat."
"Yes, I look forward to discussing the lovely women in your life in excruciating, painstaking detail but now is not the time." Sirius replied. "I know you're worried Harry, but let's just calm down and take a deep breath, yeah."
"Fuck breathing," Harry said in an irritated voice. "I want to know what's going on with me."
"Harry." Sirius sighed.
"Fine, I'll fucking breath." Harry rolled his eyes before he paused and took several deep breaths.
"Better?" Sirius asked, several moments later.
"I'm not worse, now what the hell is going on with my mind?" Harry asked in an impatient voice. "Why am I seeing you?"
"Well… I'm not exactly just in your mind." Sirius admitted.
"What the fuck are you on about?" Harry asked in a confused voice.
"Ahem." Sirius coughed and gestured to Harry's left arm. Harry frowned and pulled up his arm sleeve, his tattoo was glowing ever so slightly, nowhere near as bright as it was when he was summoning someone.
"So… I'm summoning you?" Harry asked, looking and feeling very confused. "But I'm not even trying to do that and you're not like… you know… a wispy shade?"
"Well, I think I know the answer to that question but if I have to be honest then I should point out that I can only really guess." Sirius replied with an apologetic look.
"That's better than nothing, tell me." Harry said quickly.
"Alright," Sirius sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "well here is what I think has happened: you became incredibly emotional, and you began subconsciously asking for help and then the stone pulled me to you. But the thing is… I don't think I'm all here, it's hard to explain but I've not been summoned like how you normally summon me. I think it's… for lack of a better term, a 'partial summoning'."
"So… hold on, you're in my head but you are also the real Sirius?" Harry blinked.
"I… think so." Sirius nodded after a moment.
"Does that mean that that the other three were real as well? Was that the real Bellatrix, Dumbledore and Voldemort in my head?"
"Um… I can't be sure but no, I don't think so. If I had to guess then they were just part of your head." Sirius answered. "But forget that for now, we need to talk about the fact that you're a ticking timebomb. What happened when you blew up?"
"Well… the girl, the Maximoff girl, she saw a really bad memory."
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