Sirius has been having kind of a time, for the last seven years. A much better time, don't get him wrong, than the seven prior, but... while it is enormously fun to spend most of his time ruining ex-Death-Eaters' days and collecting intel for Harry, it's kind of frustrating, to have to wait patiently outside Hogwarts while his not-at-all-twelve godson fights the stupidest invisible war with his equally-not-twelve nemesis. He promised not to actually start a war until Harry is ready and it is actually really difficult. It would be so easy to declare war on Lucius Malfoy and fuck up all of his shit more comprehensively and deal with the consequences later, but noooo, Harry is not a clone of James, he is half Lily and wants to do it properly (Sirius loves them, he does, it's just, he's never been that great at ethics more complicated than 'not being his parents').
So he's a little less upset than he maybe should have been, when Hermione Granger materializes in his living room with a rattling crack.
"Damn," he says, while he's triggering all the ward alarms and spinning up shields, grinning the grin of the man who knows he is an incorrigible shit and revels in it. "Aren't you like, seventy, shouldn't you be able to do that quieter?"