Long Lonely Hours
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"Two for you, two for me." Sirius tossed Buckbeak two dead rats and took two swigs of fire whisky. "I know I'm being a great prat about the whole thing. We want the same thing...and well if Harry was to be expelled then we'd be able to be a proper family." Buckbeak screeched. "Fine. Two for you and two for me." Rats and whisky. "Dumbledore won't let him come here before he's of age." Sirius took a bonus swig. Buckbeak clawed at the bed in indignation. Sirius tossed him another rat. "As I was saying," Sirius levelled a blurry-eyed look at his drinking companion. "He's not going to want to stay here with me of all things, he's a young man. No. He's going want what the world has to offer him, freedom and swooning witches." Sirius raised the bottle in a toast. Taking a drink and tossing Buckbeak a rat before the Hippogriff could protest. Sirius's head rocked unsteadily, "Frankly I'm jealous. To Harry Potter the boy who will always be wand-deep in wet witches." Sirius took another drink.
"Cheers." Harry smiled broadly from the door.