Chain of Drabbles

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Title: Chain of memories? No! Chain of Drabbles!

Pairing for the chapter: Harry/James Potter

Warnings: none

Prompt: an awful singing voice

 

It wasn't exactly a secret, but hardly anyone knew that Harry James liked instrumental music. It's not that he had an aversion to popular music, or that he disliked the singers, it also wasn't that the wizards and witches who sang were pompous arses with a twisted view that they were the centre of the universe.

 

It was just that -

 

"I'm home!"

 

Harry looked up from his summer homework, getting his headphones ready.

 

"Hi dad." He replied with a smile, getting a kiss on his scarred forehead.

 

"What are you doing?"

 

"Just working on transfiguration theory, McGonagall said we'd work on human transfiguration next year." He finished with a small smile, partly embarrassed that he wanted to become animagi, just like his dad.

 

"Want some help?"

 

"No, not really... I've got it."

 

"Suit yourself then. I'm off to shower, what do you want for dinner later?"

 

"Hmmm... Outback?"

 

"Sure, Enfield or Romford?" James shouted as he walked around the house, getting clothes and his toiletries ready.

"Enfield." Harry shouted back, grabbing his selection of classical and putting Rhapsody in Blue on, even as he heard the start of Whitesnake's Love Ain't no Stranger coming from the bathroom.

 

Really, the only reason Harry liked instrumental and classic music, was because his father couldn't butcher them when he sang in the bathroom.