Go read Miniature Disaster first or risk being a little confused. I don't know, maybe you can figure it out just from this, but I think you should still go read that just in case.
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A Killer Memory - Part One
POV: Remus Lupin
Dinner at Number 12 Grimmauld Place always seems to be a big party. Not only is most of the family there (Percy still hadn't come around; Arthur often worked late; and Charlie was still in Romania), but so was Harry, Hermione, Luna (Xeno Lovegood had been doing a lot of Order business over the summer, so Luna was staying at headquarters), Neville (whose grandmother said she wanted him to be with his friends during the summer), Tonks (on most nights) and myself.
Tonight, we had been joined by Severus and several order members who Molly wouldn't let leave 'til they had had a decent meal.
So big affair.
It had been a rather loud occasion too. I mean, when you've got twenty plus people, why wouldn't it be.
"Stop that!" Harry suddenly exclaimed.
"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked as everyone turned to see what the cause of the outburst was.
But Harry did not answer. In a matter of seconds, his annoyed expression changed to shock.
"Harry?" Hermione said again. "What is it?"
But Harry wasn't listening.
Suddenly, Severus stood from the table and headed out of the kitchen and out the front door without so much as a word.
"S-sorry," Harry stuttered.
"Harry? Are you okay mate?" Ron asked.
"F-fine," he said, standing and also leaving the kitchen, but headed up the stair instead of out of the house. "Thanks for the dinner Mrs. Weasley."
"What the hell just happened?" Fred asked.
"Watch your tongue," Molly said.
Fred stuck out his tongue and attempted to look at it.
"I'll go talk to him," I say, standing from my seat and levitating my plate to the sink.
Chapter two coming soon.
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Ella