"Well the old coot is, but that Ron kid doesn't seem to understand what's what," he said with a snarl. "I showed him, though," he said with a smile and proceeded to tell the older prankster about the whole skunk incident.
The two shared a bout of laughter over the poor redhead's plight, and then the older man sobered when he realized what Harry had said. He did it without a wand or incantation. "Wow, your control of magic is that strong?" Sirius asked in wonder. He knew the kid was powerful, but to turn someone partially into an animal that he had never seen, complete with smell, sans wand, was beyond what he imagined. The best he could do as a teen was change someone's coloring and hair.
"Sure, but remember you promised not to tell anyone" Harry reminded him with a jab of his finger.
"I won't," the older man reiterated, vowing to himself that he wasn't going to let his godson down.
"Right, are you coming or not?" he really didn't want to talk about his powers. Not with an adult, at least not yet. Sirius hadn't proved himself all the way, that and he seemed to still be suffering from his time in Azkaban if his depressed mood was any indication. He wasn't entirely sure his godfather was stable. He really hoped that the older man would keep all of this to himself. So far he showed that he was a careless Gryffindor. Just jumping in things and not thinking about the consequences. The spell he had put on him would remind Sirius that he did make a promise, so maybe that would help.
"Sure, but I'll have to go as Padfoot," was the reluctant answer. He really wanted to get out of the house, but hated the fact that he wouldn't be able to talk to his godson. Still, time well spent and all.
"Or I could disguise you," our hero offered nonchalantly with a negligent wave of his hand. This would be a new bit of magic for him, but after what he had done to Ron, he was pretty sure he could pull it off.
"Really? How?" that perked the man up. It would be great to spend time with Harry. They could do so many things in London. With the kid having no memory, there were a great many things he could show him.
Harry waved his tricorder up and down his godfather's body, wanting the extra boost it gave his spells. He thought hard on what he wanted, and the man changed right before of his eyes. Sirius now looked like a teenage version of himself. He appeared to be eighteen with long dark hair, grey eyes and a lanky build. Another wave and he was dressed in more modern clothing; tight jeans and a clean t-shirt with a grey and black jumper.
"This is great, how long will it last?" the glamored man asked excitedly. If he could just get Harry to trust him more, he could learn to do this himself then he wouldn't have to hide all the time.
"Until I release it," the dark-haired teen said, giving his godfather a weird look. "Why? How long do most glamors last?"
"Well, spells like I did to Snape can last up to a week, but stuff like this will stay around for about an hour. Same with Polyjuice," Sirius said, looking in the mirror over the fireplace. He put his fingers to his face and poked it. It was so real. Not like regular glamors that only imposed an image. This truly changed his entire body. He was for all intent and purposes a teenager.
"What is Polyjuice?"
"It's a potion that lets you take on the appearance of another person for an hour," the now teenage looking man explained. "It is a real vile concoction and you have to have a piece of the person you're impersonating, like hair or skin." He gave a full-body shudder.
"That sounds absolutely gross. How, the bloody hell, do you keep someone from impersonating other people if you have so many ways of changing your appearance?" Harry asked, thinking that someone could break it to the bank that way. How the hell did organizations know they were talking to the real person? All someone had to do was mimic a CEO and they could get all of the businesses' secrets. What other crimes could be committed just by using this potion? The things that could be done with it were endless, and few of them good… maybe spying, but even that could be used against you. He could imagine the chaos that one could do in the non-magical world, why they could become rich without hardly trying.
He had a tickling feeling that he had used it before, but the memory faded quickly. He'd have to ask Hermione about it.
"Well, there are spells that will tell you if someone is glamored. We used security questions during the war, to make sure there were no Polyjuiced spies. Gringotts has its own security, I don't know what, but they have only been broken into once that I know of," Sirius said in a lecturing tone. "Plus, like I said most only last an hour," he added, still looking at his youthful face.
"Alright, well this one will last until I disperse it, so we should be good to go," Harry said, shaking off his thoughts and coming up to the older man, getting his attention away from the mirror. "Let's get to London, yeah?"
"How are we going to get there? I can Apparate us, or we can get the Knight Bus," Sirius suggested, finally breaking away from his image.
"I was going to poof us there, but if you want, you can show me what Apparation is," the teen said with a shrug. It didn't matter to him either way.
"How about I take us, and then you can bring us back?" was the reply. He really wanted to see the difference. He wondered if the Death Eaters had a similar form of travel, since they liked to create black smoke when they appeared. It made them appear more dangerous. However, there was still a 'crack' sound when they came, so perhaps not.
"Sure," Harry agreed, hoping the wizard form of travel was as smooth as his.
"Grab my arm and close your eyes," Sirius instructed as he held his arm out.
Harry did as bid and then got the sensation of being sucked through a narrow straw. It felt like parts of his body were about to be torn off. He made sure to concentrate really hard on keeping his bits in place. Being a teen, the last thing he wanted was to lose his manhood. When they arrived, he threw up his breakfast. "God, that was awful," he said when he was done. He stood and glared at the unapologetic man.
"I take it your 'poofing' isn't anything like that?" Sirius asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"God, no."
"Then I can't wait to try it," the now teen said eagerly.
"Right, let's get this show on the road," Harry sighed as he looked around the alley.
"First we have to get some money," the godfather said, bouncing on his toes. He really wanted to go to the bank and see if the goblins could see through this glamor. He wasn't worried they would turn him in. They were mostly neutral about him. Probably, because he had used their services many times in the last year, well, that and he was big account.
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