Harry looked at Sirius dumbfounded. Where the hell did this Sirius come from? It sounded like a completely different man. Not a bad change, just very different. "Right, I speak English and apparently not even well if you listen to the PR people at the Ministry. I'm not allowed to speak to the press without a speech ready." Not that Harry always followed that rule, because eventually he would explode and tell them off.
"Nah, books are not that brilliant. I haven't read a book since school. I haven't really read a book in school if I could help it. Again, it's why we have Hermione. She's the brain of the outfit. Ron is the strategist. I just point my wand at Dark wizards," he said with a shrug. "It works in my job, too. My old job." Being an Auror was what he was meant to be.
Harry smiled. "Yeah, everything is good. Better than I expected. I figured he'd have run away by now, but nope, he's still sticking around. I guess you have to spend years hexing each other before you realize that you want to be together." He couldn't help grinning. "Maybe you were meant to be with Snape," he said with a chuckle.