Sirius: "HARRY! MY GODSON! YOU BEAUTIFUL, GLORIOUS, ABSOLUTE MENACE!"
Harry: "What?"
Sirius: "YOU EXPOSED THE FAKE MOODY BEFORE THE END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH MONEY YOUR HEADMASTER WAS ABOUT TO LOSE?!"
Harry: "Wait, you get paid too?"
Sirius: "OF COURSE I DO! I'M YOUR GODFATHER! I'VE GOT SPONSORS, HARRY! DO YOU THINK I CAN AFFORD THIS LIFESTYLE ON HOUSE BLACK'S LEFTOVER FORTUNE ALONE?!"
Harry: "But isn't exposing a criminal a good thing?"
Sirius: "IT'S AN EXCELLENT THING! I'M VERY PROUD OF YOU! BUT YOU COULD'VE WAITED UNTIL THE SEASON FINALE!"
Harry: "There's a season finale?"
Sirius: "FOURTH YEAR, HARRY! FOURTH YEAR! WE HAD A TOURNAMENT, A FOREIGN SCHOOL, A FAKE PROFESSOR, AND A POTENTIAL MURDER PLOT! THAT'S PREMIUM ENTERTAINMENT!"
Harry: "You sound like you're running a television show."
Sirius: "I'M A BLACK, HARRY! WE DON'T JUST HAVE MONEY. WE MAKE MONEY!"
Harry: "So what happens now?"
Sirius: "NOW? I'M CALLING DUMBLEDORE, DEMANDING MY SPONSORSHIP BONUS, AND MAKING SURE YOU GET A BIGGER CUT!"
Harry: "You'd give me some of your money?"
Sirius: "OF COURSE, YOU IDIOT! I'M YOUR GODFATHER!"
Sirius pauses, suddenly thoughtful.
Sirius: "Although, if you could arrange one dramatic betrayal before Christmas, I reckon we could negotiate a better contract."
Harry: "I'm not betraying anyone!"
Sirius: "THAT'S MY BOY! HONEST, HEROIC, AND ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE FOR BUSINESS!"
V: PEAK! OH MY LORD! ANOTHER PEAK! TURN THE PAGE! ARGGGHHHHHH! MY EYES! MY BEAUTIFUL EYES!
B: My Lord, shouldn't we be hunting Harry Potter?
V: SSSSSHHHHHH, BELLATRIX! MY CHILD, LET ME ENJOY THIS MASTERPIECE IN PEACE!
B: But, my Lord, the Death Eaters are waiting for your orders.
V: THEY CAN WAIT! THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT!
B: ...The Dark Lord has finally lost his mind.
V: WHAT WAS THAT?!
B: NOTHING, MY LORD!
V: GOOD! NOW, LOOK AT THIS PANEL! LOOK AT THE ART! LOOK AT THE WRITING! THIS IS WHAT TRUE MAGIC LOOKS LIKE!
B: Sir, it's just a comic.
V: JUST A COMIC?! JUST A COMIC?! BELLATRIX, THIS IS THE GREATEST WORK OF FICTION SINCE THE INVENTION OF THE WRITTEN WORD!
B: I'm starting to feel concerned, my Lord.
V: OH, I'M GOING TO CRUCIO YOU!
B: I'M SORRY, MY LORD!
V: NOW, SILENCE! I'M TURNING TO THE NEXT PAGE!
Voldemort turns the page.
V: ...
V: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ANOTHER PEAK! ABSOLUTE CINEMA! THIS IS WHY I HAVE NO NOSE! I NEED MORE ROOM TO BREATHE IN THIS MASTERPIECE!
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Finally, everything is done. Apparently, it's only 7 pages. I miscounted because of one stupid sketch I gave to a friend as a joke wkwkkwkwwk
"HARRY! HARRY WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!"
"Oh. We figured out that Mad-Eye Moody was a fake."
"WHAT?! HOW?!"
"Well Hermione smelled his flask, it was filled with Polyjuice, so we ambushed him and figured out he was a fake."
"WELL NOW WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GONNA DO THE REST OF THE YEAR?! THE SPONSORS AREN'T GONNA WATCH A NORMAL SCHOOL YEAR!"
"Wait, we're on telly?"
"WE'VE ALWAYS BEEN ON TELLY, HARRY!"