Dumbledore's Estate

Summary: Dumbledore has allowed both Remus and Sirius to his home for the Holidays. He doesn't have a lot of rules but expects the ones he has to be followed. Will the boys be obedient?

Warnings: A few shared kisses and a couple drunken teenagers.

Disclaimer: I don't own the HP characters, references to songs, etc. I think we know this by now. :)

A special thank you to Pup03 and amy293010 for enjoying the story! Hope you and everyone else enjoys this installment! Happy New Year.

December 9, 1977

Hogwart's Corridor's

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Remus ran through the corridors and came to a skidding halt, nearly running into Mr. Filch. He came nose to nose with the caretaker and smiled nervously, "Oh, I'm sorry, Sir."

Filch grabbed the boy's shoulder and turned him around, "You know better than to run through the halls like that. I'm taking you right to Dumbledore."

"Oh, um...but.."

Sirius came from the corner and ran up to them. Filch sighed, "Can you two not run through the halls? You're both seventh years for Merlin's sake. Follow us, Black."

Sirius tried to catch his breath, "Headmaster is coming, Remus."

Filch smirked, "I guess I don't have to take you too far. Headmaster, I found these two boys running through the corridors."

Remus looked up at the Headmaster and smiled nervously as he waved, "Um. Hello?"

"Thank you, Argus. I believe I can handle it from here."

Filch gave him a nod and turned to finish his job for the day before retiring to his quarters. Dumbledore stood right in front of Remus and Sirius, shaking his head. He ran his tongue over his teeth, still tasting the awful traces of the combination of beans.

"Now, Remus. You know that I can't stand those things. I understand it was a harmless prank but I don't appreciate you running from me like that."

Remus stood straight and lowered his eyes, "Sorry, Sir."

"And you, Sirius. I hope that you will heed my rules when you stay with us over the holidays."

"Yes, Sir," Sirius smiled charmingly up at the man.

"I'm willing to overlook this one prank as no one was harmed. I got a horrid taste in my mouth but that'll pass. You can think of it as an early Christmas present. Remember, never run from me again, my boy."

Remus' eyes shot up, "Really, Sir?"

The Headmaster's eyes twinkled as he smiled, "Pranks are not the worst you can ever do. But please, do not give me another one of those things. I may not be so forgiving next time."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Make sure all of your things are ready to go and we will floo to my estate. Meet me at my office at 11:30. If you'll excuse me, I need to find some way to nurse my taste buds back to normal, my boy."

When the Headmaster left them, Remus leaned against the wall and put his hand over his heart. Sirius grinned at his boyfriend's overdramatic posture, "You worry far too much."

"That was a close one, Padfoot."

Sirius sauntered up to him and grinned, "Dumbledore's not that bad."

"He really isn't," Remus chuckled. Sirius leaned in and brushed his lips over Remus' tenderly. He pulled back and winked at him, "You're incredibly adorable when you're wound up."

"You're insane."

"And what's that make you? You're my boyfriend."

"It makes me happy," Remus grinned and stood up straight. He wrapped his arms around Sirius' waist and held him close before planting a kiss on his lips. He sighed and smiled bashfully, "Let's get our things together. You're going to love Dumbledore's place."

"Get a room!" James called out as he covered his eyes and fell backwards. "I'm blind!"

Remus rolled his eyes. Sirius and Remus pulled away from one another and chuckled. James stood up and readjusted his glasses. He closed his eyes and held his hands out before him, "I can't see, I can't see!"

"Open your eyes, you prat," Sirius chuckled.

Peter smirked at the antics his friends were up to and turned his attention to Remus, "Dumbledore wasn't mad was he?"

"He wasn't pleased but he let me off with a warning. He said it was an early Christmas Present," Remus smiled.

"See, a small prank doesn't hurt sometimes," James winked at them. "Ready to leave this place for a few weeks?"

The four boys walked through the hallway and Sirius said, "Yes we are. And no, pranks don't hurt but you could have dared Remmy to do something else."

"Oh, it's Remmy now," James smirked.

"Oh, shut it Prongs," Sirius stuck out his tongue. Remus felt his normally pale cheeks turning bright crimson. He wasn't the kind of young man that liked attention being brought to him.

The Marauders started packing up their things and left them where the House Elves could find them to pack them away on the train. With the exception of Remus and Sirius', they were on their way to the Headmaster's office to meet up with him. Sirius ran his hand through his hair, "I'm so nervous."

"It'll be fine. Nothing to be nervous over, it's just Dumbledore."

"You're probably right."

"Of course I'm right," Remus winked at him through his long bangs.

They made their way past the gargoyle and up the spiraling stair case to join Dumbledore. The Headmaster smiled at them, "Are you boys ready?"

They nodded and smiled. Sirius spoke sincerely, "Thank you so much for allowing me over for Christmas, Sir. It's been awhile since I've spent Christmas out of the Castle." He lowered his eyes for a moment as his parents hadn't allowed him home for the holidays. He was a blood traitor in their eyes and it would never have been a pleasant visit. Dumbledore smiled at the shorter boy and put a hand on his shoulder, "It's my pleasure. Now, shout Dumbledore's estate. And I'll see you on the other side."

Dumbledore's Estate

He winked at the teenagers and went to his hearth. The boys followed one by one behind him. Remus went first and then Sirius. Sirius looked up and around the large house. He blinked once, twice, and then another time slowly. Remus looked over at him and thought for sure his boyfriend's jaw was going to hit the floor. Sirius took in a deep breath as he turned around slowly. The house was immaculately decorated in pearl white with red and gold. It looked like something one would see in a fairy tale. Everything was spotless and the baubles weren't distastefully placed. The comparison of his parents' house to this one was like night and day. The stairs went up far, leading him to believe there had to be at least four stories. The flooring in the sitting room he was standing on was a plush Oriental red rug with the settees to match. He swallowed hard, "It looks like a dream."

Dumbledore chuckled and patted the young boy on the back, "You're definitely not dreaming."

Sirius turned around and looked up at the giant Christmas tree. Of course, it was allowed to be the twelve feet it was given the ceilings were vaulted. He walked closer to it and looked at the little elves hiding inside the tree. One of them laid on his stomach on the branch and grinned up at Sirius before putting something to his lips. Sirius squinted his eyes to see what the little imp had and felt a small spitball land on his nose. He widened his eyes and laughed, "You're a naughty elf, aren't you?" The little creature giggled and scampered into the tree to play with his friends. The decorations were amazing and so animated. A miniature Jack Frost was near the top of the tree and he opened his mouth, blowing out frost on the green needles. He heard a train chugging and looked down to see a train station that was a small replica of Platform 9 3/4. Remus smiled and leaned against the wall as he watched Sirius. The train went under the tree through a tunnel and Sirius dropped to his hands and knees to watch it. He saw a vast amount of presents under the tree. He swallowed hard when he saw at least three with his name on them.

"This is amazing," he whispered.

"You can't open any of those until Christmas, you know?" Remus grinned.

"Right, my boy. Now, I'm sure you would love to have some lunch. Please, join me in the dining room."

Sirius grinned and got to his feet. He reached out his hand to Remus and walked behind Dumbledore. Sirius leaned over and arched his neck to whisper to the taller boy, "Thank you so much."

"No thanks needed, Sirius."

As they took their seats, the House Elves had their places set with china. The large dining table was full of food, condiments, and dessert for later. Sirius breathed in to smell the soup and sighed happily. He ran his finger over the smooth cherry surface of the table. He smiled at Remus sitting opposite of him and winked. As they filled their bowls, Dumbledore cleared his throat before he started to speak.

"Now. I want to lay out a few ground rules. I want the holiday to be enjoyable but boundaries need to be set."

The boys nodded and said together, "Yes, Sir."

"While you're here, do enjoy yourself and relax. However, if you want to go out and about, do not leave without telling me where you're going. I do have a curfew of 11:00. Don't break anything as most of the items I have are older than even me. I'm not overly strict but I do expect the same amount of respect here that I do at the School. You're both of age to use magic but do so sparingly. Pranks, I know happen. Keep them to a minimum. And lastly, do not give me another Bertie Bott Bean," Dumbledore chuckled.

"That sounds fair, Sir." Sirius smiled to himself as he ate his beef vegetable soup.

"More than fair," Remus smiled as he poured himself a cup of tea.

"Very good. Now, I know that you two are in a relationship of the romantic sort. You can stay in the same room or choose a different room. I have no problems with your relationship but I do expect you to behave appropriately under my roof. Are we clear?"

"Definitely, Sir," Remus smiled at Sirius. Sirius looked at Dumbledore and nodded his agreement.

"If you misbehave, the same guidelines apply. I am sure you both are aware of the consequences."

They both nodded and promised to behave. Sirius was in awe of the house and knew this would be, perhaps, the best Christmas he's had in years. In the Headmaster's house, sharing it with his boyfriend. What more could a young man want?

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December 17, 1977

Sirius groaned and plopped down in the bed with Remus who was reading a book while he laid on his stomach. He looked over at him and smiled at the werewolf dressed in light denim bell bottoms and a lime green tie dye shirt. He ran his gaze over him and saw the outline of his bottom encased in the tight jeans. Remus cut his eyes and looked over his shoulder slowly, "Like what you see?"

Sirius smirked and nodded, "I love what I see."

Remus wiggled his bottom teasingly and winked, "You're not bad to look at either."

Sirius reached up and gave Remus' bum a playful smack, "I would think not." He smirked and arched a brow at him.

"Remmy?"

"Yes, Padfoot?"

"I want to go out. Show you off."

Remus blushed at the sentiment and whispered, "Well, any place in mind? What do you want to do?"

"I was thinking going dancing. I love the house but we've been cooped here for a week."

"I don't dance that well."

"Not the point. We're both of age to go into most pubs now. The ones that we're not, I can just charm us fake IDs. What do you say?"

"You think that will work?"

"Of course. You know you want to have a date night with me."

"I'd really like that. All right, let's go ask Dumbledore, then," Remus said before he closed his book.

Dumbledore was in the sitting room at his desk going over some papers when the two boys came up to him. He looked up at them and smiled softly, "How can I help you?"

Remus toyed with the end of his long t-shirt and ran a finger through his long tawny hair. He smiled as he spoke, "Yes, Sir. We were wondering if we could perhaps go to Muggle London tonight? On a date if that's all right."

Sirius looked at the older wizard hopefully, "I wanted to take Remus on a date before we went back to school. Please, Headmaster?"

Dumbledore smiled and chuckled, "Of course. Now, remember the curfew. Don't drink. And I understand, Remus, that you've learned how to use the Patronus."

"Yes, Sir."

"If you two run into trouble, be sure to utilize that."

"So we can go?" Sirius asked.

"Do not get into any trouble. I don't live too far from London. But far enough away from the Muggle world to avoid raised eyebrows. No. Drinking," Dumbledore instructed them and opened a desk drawer. He withdrew some Muggle money and passed it to Remus.

"Thank you very much, Sir," Remus nodded and pocketed the funds.

"So, you know the rules then?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you!" the boys replied and scurried up the staircase to get ready for their date.

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Remus sat on the couch and waited for Sirius to come down the stairs. He sighed as he thought how long it's taking that boy to get ready. He looked at his watched and noted it was going on 6:00. He stood up and walked to the base of the staircase, tapping the banister.

"Sirius! You ready yet?"

"Almost! Be there in a minute!"

Remus shook his head chuckling. He smoothed out his silk black dress shirt and matching trousers. He took another look in the mirror and ran his finger over the gold chain around his neck. His long, light brown hair hung loosely over his eyes and he grabbed his comb from his back pocket to straighten it out. After he put it back in his pocket, he double checked his wallet to make sure the money was still there. He turned his head when he heard boots coming down the staircase and slowly inhaled. He smiled bashfully when his eyes fell on his mate. Sirius was dressed in grey slacks and a deep red dress shirt with a knee length leather duster. His wavy locks came to his shoulders, setting off his liquid grey eyes. Remus walked to him and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek.

"You look wonderful."

Sirius waggled his eyebrows, "You do, too. Worth the wait, huh?"

"Oh, yes." Remus turned around and grabbed his black pea coat. Dumbledore came to the foyer and smiled. "Let's go."

"Have a good time. Remember to back before 11:00. And-"

"No drinking," the pair said together.

Dumbledore waved to them as they left.

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They walked the London streets and was thankful the journey wasn't too far from Dumbledore's house. Arriving at the movie theater, Remus frowned at the selection. Saturday Night Fever. He wasn't into that sort of music at all. The Bee-Gees and the plot of the movie held no interest in him nor Sirius.

"I'm more into bands like Led Zeppelin, Sirius."

"Me too."

"Want to see if any pubs have a band playing tonight instead?"

"Definitely."

They kept a lazy pace as they walked the town.

"London is really nice at night. All the colors. Makes you forget how cold you are."

"It really is. Even better with you, though."

Remus smiled and stole a kiss. He looked over at a sign and narrowed his eyes, "Sirius. Look."

Sirius turned around and saw a giant sign outside of a club. FREE DRINKS TONIGHT AND LIVE BAND.

"Want to go?"

"Yeah, if you're up for it."

Sirius grabbed Remus' hand and they ran over to stand in line to wait for entrance. The man at the gate was a very large bloke. He stood taller than Remus and had his muscles were visible through his tight coat. Sirius turned around and pulled his wand out of his inside coat pocket. He whispered, "He's checking IDs. Here." He stood closer to Remus to conceal himself from view. He grabbed two cards and whispered the incantation for him and Remus.

Remus held his up, "Good thing you learned that charm before we got here. This says I'm 21."

"Just to be on the safe side. You could pass."

"Yours says 21."

Sirius grinned, "Yeah."

"You're older than me."

"Just by a few months. It's fake, ya know? Just to get us in," he said with a whisper.

"Mhmmm..." Remus nodded forward as their turn came. The man took their IDs and gave them a skeptical glance.

"You boys sure these aren't fake?"

"Of course not. We just finished our Winter exams at University."

The man looked at them again before asking, "What are you going to school for?"

Remus cleared his throat, "Drama."

The man handed them their IDs back and nodded, "You two look the actor types. Go ahead."

They walked into the club and smiled as they heard Led Zeppelin blaring Black Dog. The waitresses were dressed in black short skirts and tunic style matching shirts. They carried their trays filled with beer and food around. The stage was set up with drums, guitars, Marshall amplifiers, and microphones. As the song ended, a man with a thick English came on, "The band will be playing shortly for your pleasure. The Sex Pistols! Until then, enjoy this next song by Queen. Bohemian Rhapsody."

"This is more my style."

"I'm glad you like it, Remmy. We definitely deserved a night out," Sirius said as he pointed out an empty table for two. The waitress came over and served them a complimentary basket of chips, "What can I get for you two handsome gentleman tonight?"

"Two house beers, please," Sirius grinned.

Remus' eyes widened and shook his head. The waitress had already left before he said, "Sirius. We're not supposed-"

"-Remmy. He won't know if we're responsible with it. Relax, love." Sirius smiled at him and took his hand in his, "This is our date. Enjoy it."

Remus took a bite of his chips and nodded, "You're right." He looked around at the lights radiating throughout the club and saw everyone dancing. He saw couples from every walks of life. Men, women, and couples like him and Sirius dancing. He smiled up to the waitress as she served them their beers, "Thanks, Ma'am."

"My pleasure. Enjoy!" she said with a smile and nodded.

They drank down their beers and listened to the next song blaring out. "It must be a Queen night," Remus smiled as Somebody to Love blared through the speakers.

Sirius stood up and held out his hand to Remus. He motioned towards the dance floor, "Care to dance?"

Remus grinned and took his hand, walking to the dance floor. They stirred to the beat of the song together. Holding each other's hands as Freddie's voice orchestrated their movements. No worries of Hogwarts, pranks, Snivellus, or transformations. At this moment, it was only him and Sirius. He felt his body relaxing as the song continued and when the tone slowed down, he grabbed Sirius' hands to pull him closer. He leaned down to his lover's ear and whispered softly, "I've found somebody to love." He looked deep into Sirius' eyes and breathed in heavily. The room was very much alive and packed but they only saw each other. The night belonged to them. Sirius reached up and kissed him passionately, moving his lips with Remus' slowly. Remus closed his eyes tight and lowered their intertwined hands to his side. He held on tighter while his body weakened and knees trembled. Sirius pulled back slowly and held his piercing gaze with Remus' blue eyes.

As the song ended, they broke out of their trance when the club erupted into a round of applause when the Sex Pistols took stage. Sirius and Remus mixed in with the crowd and sang along with God Save the Queen. After the Sex Pistols finished their show, the young men walked back to their tables to catch their breath. The waitress brought them another round of drinks and asked if they needed anything else. After hours of dancing and drinking, they ordered a few sandwiches and a few more pints to wash the food down.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Sirius asked as he ate his food.

"Very much so. You, Sirius?"

"It's been a long time since I've had this much fun," he grinned and called over the waitress for another drink. He'd lost count at how many he had at this point.

Remus smiled and rested his elbow on the table, cradling his chin in his palm as he stared at Sirius. He hiccupped and blushed, "'Scuse me, mate."

Sirius giggled and drank another one down, "It's quite all right, love."

"How many pints have we had?"

"Oh, I don't know. Three. Five. Thirty five?" he giggled even more.

Remus blinked as the room started to spin. He felt hot and unbuttoned a few clasps of his shirt, leaning back in his chair. He held up his mug to inspect it. There was about a fourth of it left so he threw it back to drink the remaining liquid. He completely missed his mouth and the beverage covered his face. Sirius pointed at him and snickered, "You missed."

Remus wiped it off his long sleeve shirt and smirked, "It seems like...like I did."

Remus picked up a chip, "Open your mouth."

"What?"

"Open says me."

Sirius opened his mouth and Remus threw it at Sirius, watching as it went completely over his head and hitting a rather large man in the back of the head. The man turned around and looked at the lanky boy. Remus held up his hands and mouthed, "I'm sorry."

The bald man sneered at him and held up his hands, stretching his fingers out with one and balling his fist with the other. He punched his flat hand and gave Remus a warning glance. Remus swallowed hard and nodded, "Won't happen again."

"What won't happen again?" Sirius asked.

Remus slumped in his seat and gulped, "Nothing."

"I don't believe you," Sirius turned around and saw a bald man staring at them. "Is that guy threatening you, Mooney?"

"No."

"If he is, I'll murder him. I'll rip him to shred," Sirius held out his hands and made a tearing motion.

Remus shook his head, "Weren't we supposed to do something?"

Sirius looked at for a moment before he answered, "Just have fun tonight."

"I feel as though we should be somewhere."

"With me," Sirius batted his eyes at Remus.

Remus laid his head on the table. Thankful that he diverted Sirius' curiosity. He had no desire to get a beating tonight. But, he really thought there was somewhere they were supposed to be. He couldn't quite remember where though. He despairingly threw out his arm and knocked over the mug, sending it crashing to the floor. His eyes widened and pouted.

"I killed the mug."

The waitress rushed over to clean the glass up and he looked down at her, "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to kill it."

"It's all right, hon. We have more just like it."

"I can get you another one," Remus knelt beside her and frantically tried to help her.

"Where did you get it?"

"They're imported from Mexico. It's all right, though. We have loads more."

Sirius reached down lazily and tapped Remus' shoulder, "It's all right, mate."

Remus looked up at him and shook his head, feeling tears coming from his eyes. "Sir-Sirrrrr...Sirius...Is not all right. I can't go to Mexico! I've got no passport!"

The waitress tried not to laugh at the exceedingly hammered young man and patted his shoulder. She walked away chuckling to herself and went to throw out the broken glass.

Remus looked at his watch as he brought his hand up and eyes widened, "Sirius!"

"Yes, love?"

"It's 3:00 in the morning."

"We were supposed to be home at 11:00, right?"

"We have to go now," Remus stood up too fast and nearly toppled over. He threw bit of money to cover the tip and the sandwiches for the waitress. They stumbled out of the pub and made their way back to Dumbledore's house. They tried to hold each other up but tripped more than they stood. By some miracle, they finally found their way to the front of Dumbledore's estate. Remus looked at his watch again and turned to Sirius. He held his finger up to his lips and put his free hand on Sirius' shoulder, "It's now four in the morning, dear. We have got to be absolutely, positively quiet."

Sirius nodded and giggled again, "I'll be very quiet."

Remus put his hand up to pat Sirius' cheek and smiled, "Wonderful."

They took a few steps and tripped over their own feet, landing face first in the snow. They started laughing again and Remus rolled over on top of Sirius' chest.

"We can't make any noise at all," Remus said as he overly shook his head to make his point.

Sirius bit his lower lip and nodded, "Aye, aye, pretty boy!"

"Pretty?"

"Mmmhmmmm," Sirius reached up and kissed Remus. He breathed in and exhaled slowly, watching his air form in the night air. He narrowed his eyes at Remus, "You're drunk. I smell it on you. Bad wolf."

"You're drunk, too. Bad dog."

"Oh, yeah. Dumbledore can't catch us. He'll murder us."

"Exactly. That's why we must be very, very quiet."

"We're hunting wabbits."

"What?"

"Be vewy quiet. I'm hunting wabbits. White wabbits because brown ones won't do."

"White Rabbits?"

"Have you seen one?"

"You're giving me a headache."

Remus rolled his eyes and stood up again, taking a moment to try to compose himself. He reached down and pulled Sirius up. They finally stumbled to the front door and Remus took out his key. He put it in the door and turned it slowly. Motioning for Sirius to follow him inside, he slowly shut the door to not slam it. He stood up straight and when he turned around, he saw Sirius sprawled out in the chair in the foyer.

He whispered very low, "Come on. We have to get upstairs."

"I can't move, Remus. I think my body's broke. It hurts," he giggled again and Remus put his hand over his lover's mouth.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! No noise."

Sirius nodded and put his fingers up to his mouth, showing they were zipped. Remus sighed and pulled him up. He leaned down and hoisted Sirius up and over his shoulder to carry him up the stairs. The room was still spinning as he carefully walked to the first steps.

"Remus?"

"Shhhhhhhh"

"Really Remmy. It's important!"

"What is it?"

"I can see my own arse," Sirius whispered.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about now?"

Sirius grabbed Remus' bottom with both hands and squeezed, "I can touch and see my own arse. It's a nice bum but I thought I had on grey trousers. Unless I'm color blind. Oh Merlin, I'm color blind."

"You prat. That's my ass. You're not color blind. Now, stop groping my bum so I can concen...concennnnn...so I can focus."

"Focus. Focus. Foooooooooooooocus. That is a really neat word. Focus," Sirius giggled loudly.

"Shut it, Padfoot."

"Can anybody find me! Somebody to love!" Sirius started singing.

Remus grabbed the banister and tried to pull himself up the stairs. The lanky boy fell onto the first landing when Sirius' outlandish hand movements contacted the bend of his knees. He tried to move but Sirius was on top of his back. He struggled and moaned, "Can you get off me, please?"

"But you're so comfortable. You have a built in pillow," Sirius said as he laid his head on Mooney's backside. "I could sleep here for years. I love you."

"Sirius, please."

Sirius rolled off his back and busted out laughing. Remus moved over on his hands and knees to Sirius, covering his mouth again.

"Sirius, you're going to get us caught."

A shadow started to form in front of Remus' eyes and he heard a someone clearing their throat behind him. Dumbledore moved in front of the boys and crossed his arms over his chest. Remus looked up at him from his hands and knees, swallowing hard.

"I believe, my dear boy, you are already caught."

Sirius reached up and started waving at the Headmaster, "We will, we will rock you!"

Remus kept his eyes on Dumbledore's face and gulped. He tried to force the most charming smile he could and laughed nervously, "We're home, Sir."

"You're a few hours late, Remus. I'd ask where you were but I can see that you broke another rule of mine besides being out after curfew."

Remus didn't move from his position. He lowered his head and looked down at Sirius sleeping on the floor.

"Let's get you two to bed and tomorrow, we will have a discussion on who will "rock" who."

Albus helped the two boys to their room and put them to bed. He calmed his temper and decided there would be no point in punishing the two drunken lads at the moment. Dumbledore rose his wand and removed their clothing with a flick of the wrist, redressing them in their sleeping pants and shirts.

Remus laid on his stomach and whimpered before falling asleep, "Thank you, Sir."

Dumbledore shook his head as he looked over his half moon spectacles. He turned out the lights and whispered to himself, "I doubt either of them will be thanking me tomorrow."

TBC~

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A/N: Thanks so much for the Reviews. As far as the band choices, I'm completely a Classic Rock fan and had to fit in Queen and the Sex Pistols. I had the idea of Dumbledore living in a lavish house because that's how I envision him. A fantastical sort of house. Happy New Year!