Sirius canted his head to one side. Harry? Why was the man whispering that name as if it were his own?
And why did James's voice sound different?
The lame answer he was given didn't satisfy Sirius in the slightest bit. His laughing face fell to a scowl. What kind of sick fuck pretended to be an infant? Recoiling, Sirius shot to his feet and looked ready to swing some fists (for lack of a working wand and all).
"Well you can't be my Godson Harry, so who the hell are you?"