Date: 2016-01-24 03:01 pm (UTC)
who_lived: (Harry Potter)
From: [personal profile] who_lived
Having Sirius confirm the year it is he's just arrived from, Harry doesn't expect his godfather to merely trust him. Having arrived to Darrow at the tail end of a war himself, Harry understands only too well what it is to constantly be on guard, even if seeing the distrust evident in Sirius' face breaks his heart.

"I know," Harry says, keeping his gaze focused on Sirius. "Everything about this is impossible. And yet here we are." It's bizarre and wonderful all at once, having Sirius here. He's so much younger than Harry's ever seen him; well before Azkaban and tragedy aged him so much.

Harry obeys. He has his own wand on him, of course; tucked away in his pocket and concealed by a couple of charms. He won't take it out unless he absolutely needs to.

"Yes, the future," Harry explains, wincing at how badly the words sound. "It's currently two thousand and sixteen."

"I don't blame you for not trusting me," he continues after a pause. "But I'd like to think you'd believe me because I'm your godson." He takes a breath, and with Sirius here, young Sirius, it feels like he's reliving that awful night all over again. His voice softens as he glances at his godfather. "I don't suppose you saw my parents before you got here?"
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