You've gaught his attention, godfather. Harry could listen to stories about his mum and dad for hours on no end.
"They were?" he asks, eyes wide and curious. "They fought like that too? Did she kick him out?"
It seems to be the Potter curse, having a thing for those sharp tempered gingers. Not that Harry is complaining. He rather likes his gingers. (Both of them. All of them. Ginny most of all.)
"Did my dad also have a sharp temper?" he asks, a little quietly so, looking at Sirius with almost pleadingly. His mum and dad are like the poster couple of eternal love for him. If they had issues, maybe it's not so hopeless for him and Ginny too.
"And yeah, I guess you're right about that." He's more than eager to drop the topic, though. Because Sirius always has something much more interesting to talk about.
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"They were?" he asks, eyes wide and curious. "They fought like that too? Did she kick him out?"
It seems to be the Potter curse, having a thing for those sharp tempered gingers. Not that Harry is complaining. He rather likes his gingers. (Both of them. All of them. Ginny most of all.)
"Did my dad also have a sharp temper?" he asks, a little quietly so, looking at Sirius with almost pleadingly. His mum and dad are like the poster couple of eternal love for him. If they had issues, maybe it's not so hopeless for him and Ginny too.
"And yeah, I guess you're right about that." He's more than eager to drop the topic, though. Because Sirius always has something much more interesting to talk about.