Response to challenge number 38
Title: A Sirius Business (Yes, I suck at titles.)
Author: moonlight69
Rating: G
Warnings: None. Cuteness?
Challenge: #38-Sirius attempts to train Harry to become an Animagus.
"The main thing to remember about the animagus transformation is that it's all about your state of mind," Sirius lectured solemnly. "You have to find the animal within you and concentrate on it. Now let's try again." Harry smiled and watched him raptly as Sirius closed his eyes in meditation. There was silence for a few moments, and then a small giggle. Sirius cracked one eye open, giving Harry a reproachful look.
"You're not taking this seriously! The transformation requires concentration, dedication -- a lot of -ations. Now...again." He watched Harry suspiciously for a few seconds, but Harry just blinked and bobbed his head, showing no sign of further giggles. "Good," Sirius muttered and closed his eyes again, quickly finding his own animal core after so many years of practise. "Now," he intoned in a soft, calm voice, "reach into your instinct and try to bring it to the sur-" He broke off as a damp cheerio hit his forehead and Harry squealed with glee.
"Jaa-aames!" Sirius whinged over his shoulder, "he's not even trying!"
James chuckled and brought a tea tray into the living room, setting it on the coffee table next to Harry's baby seat. "Maybe you should try again in a few years, Padfoot," he commented wryly. "He's only nine months old, after all. Babies aren't known for their concentration."
"Some Potter you are," Sirius grumbled, flicking the cheerio back at Harry vindictively before accepting his tea -- and James' arched eyebrow -- with a sheepish grin. "Maybe Remus will have more luck."
Author: moonlight69
Rating: G
Warnings: None. Cuteness?
Challenge: #38-Sirius attempts to train Harry to become an Animagus.
"The main thing to remember about the animagus transformation is that it's all about your state of mind," Sirius lectured solemnly. "You have to find the animal within you and concentrate on it. Now let's try again." Harry smiled and watched him raptly as Sirius closed his eyes in meditation. There was silence for a few moments, and then a small giggle. Sirius cracked one eye open, giving Harry a reproachful look.
"You're not taking this seriously! The transformation requires concentration, dedication -- a lot of -ations. Now...again." He watched Harry suspiciously for a few seconds, but Harry just blinked and bobbed his head, showing no sign of further giggles. "Good," Sirius muttered and closed his eyes again, quickly finding his own animal core after so many years of practise. "Now," he intoned in a soft, calm voice, "reach into your instinct and try to bring it to the sur-" He broke off as a damp cheerio hit his forehead and Harry squealed with glee.
"Jaa-aames!" Sirius whinged over his shoulder, "he's not even trying!"
James chuckled and brought a tea tray into the living room, setting it on the coffee table next to Harry's baby seat. "Maybe you should try again in a few years, Padfoot," he commented wryly. "He's only nine months old, after all. Babies aren't known for their concentration."
"Some Potter you are," Sirius grumbled, flicking the cheerio back at Harry vindictively before accepting his tea -- and James' arched eyebrow -- with a sheepish grin. "Maybe Remus will have more luck."