"This place was heaven before you and that massive beak of yours showed up, Snape."

Sirius's attention snaps to at the mention of Harry's name, and Sirius instinctively popped up long enough to shrink the couchrodile until it was little more than an ottomanchus. It was still spazzing out, but to the tune of light tinkling, rather than massive splintering.

"What did you say about my godson?"

Snape looked...horrible. Even for Snape. A disturbing shade of grey. Too bad there wasn't someone here who didn't loathe his guts to care.