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Year 3 (Harry Potter and the Sweater of Azkaban)
It was holiday season again. And Harry was just realizing how lucky he was to be alive. Then again that might not last that long he decided as he thought of mass murderer Sirius Black. "…So you're coming to the Burrow right?" "Yeah if you want me there, its not like I'm welcome at the Dursley's" Harry sighed as he looked around the Great Hall. "Harry…Harry…HARRY" Hermione exclaimed, "You're not even listening." "Oh what" Harry said finally listening. " I asked you if its safe" she stated "I mean won't you be putting others in danger" she ended whispering. "HEY! Our house is well protected" Ron said defending his family. "Don't worry Ron I will be there, Mione are coming or are you going to Switzerland again?" Harry tried stopping the bickering that was destined to start. Oh well he thought as the two went at it like three year olds.
"Thanks Mrs. Weasley for the sweater" the two guests chorused. You wouldn't believe how that's what is keeping me alive Harry finished in his head.
It as nice knowing that the supposed mass murderer was framed. Especially thankful that he was a perfectly sane… well mostly sane godfather. Though it was a shame that Peter Pettigrew was still wandering around Harry thought bitterly. He was also surprised Voldemort hadn't shown up. Well I suppose that my life was hard enough with Sirius after me and that Sirius might kill me for him. He tried reasoning with himself but that didn't seem like something an evil dark lord would do.
