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Remus was packing the last of their things as Sirius was in the other room with Harry. "Don't forget the box with the pictures." Sirius called from the other room as he appeared in the door.
"It's downstairs." Remus said as he picked up the backpack with their important documents.
"And the brooms?" Sirius asked.
"Attached to your bike which is waiting for you. Everything is ready." Remus said tiredly. Sirius had been reminding Remus of things since they had begun packing.
"Stiles and Derek-" Sirius began before a noise from downstairs cut him off.
"That should be them." Remus said as the wolves and their new adopted child went to the fireplace where Stiles and Derek stepped from the green flames and brushed themselves off. "We're here to help with the boxes." Stiles grinned.
"Kreacher has them." Sirius said as the old house elf came out and looked irritably at the mountain of boxes.
"Okay well we'll take Remus. Kreacher has the boxes, and Sirius, you've got Harry?" Stiles was looking around at the bare walls of the house.
"Yep. I've taken him on the bike before. He just falls right asleep." Sirius said as he looked at the baby in his arms.
"And make sure you're not seen." Derek said as he took his bag of floo powder out of his pocket and opened it. And with that, Kreacher snapped and disappeared with all the boxes. Stiles disappeared in green flame before Remus and then Derek. Sirius looked around at the bare walls and the empty chairs. He remembered running through the halls with James and Regulus. He remembered the night his mother burned his face on the family tree, the night he had told Wulburga he was gay. He remembered late nights spent with only candle light to illuminate the Order's plans. And with those memories he, with little Harry in his arms, went out to his motorbike.