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Remus left early the next morning, long before Harry or Sirius had even contemplated awakening. He had always been an early bird, his insomnia not helping matters in the slightest. Sporting his best fitting wizarding robes, the man began the long haul down to the leaky cauldron, looking a little like the reincarnation of death. It was not long until the full moon, the werewolf a little paler than usual. Black bags enclosed his eyes, his scars a little more prominent than usual. Though the full effects of his illness were yet to kick in, there was no denying he looked a mess.

Remus was by no means a fan of flying... and as he no longer had means of appairation, there was little option other than to walk. He supposed the fresh air would do him good though mentally scalded himself for not having stocked up on floo powder earlier. Figuring that Sirius must have used the last of his emergency supply, Remus could not help but roll his eyes.

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Sirius clambered down the stairs, still groggy from sleep. He had stayed up late last night, sculling whatever alcohol he could get his hands on. The idea, though favorable at the time, had been a little misguided. No matter which way he put it, his reasoning sounded childish. He had been upset, more than a little worried about Harry's wellbeing. Neither he nor Remus knew how the boy would react once he was back at Hogwarts. The idea of being separated from Harry was hard enough as it was... the additional anxiety was sending his emotions into a downward spiral.

"Ow... shit"

Stubbing his toe against the bottom stair, Sirius was unable to hold his tongue. He heard Harry stirring upstairs though figured he would have time to start breakfast. Remus had left some bread and jam out on the table, realizing that it was almost impossible to burn toast. Sirius smiled a little, knowing too well that he would have to make it the Muggle way.

Upon hearing the commotion downstairs, Harry forced himself from underneath the sheets. He and Sirius were alone for the day, Remus having planned on running errands. He wondered what his godfather would make of the situation; it was not as if he had a wand anymore either. Harry expected the worse, boredom not exactly sitting well with Padfoot. Regardless of his reluctance, the boy suspected it would be an eventful day.

Taking the steps two at a time, Harry arrived in the kitchen to find his godfather struggling with a toaster. Sighing, he stole the bread from the man's hands, showing him the correct way to use the machine. Sirius smiled at him as he rushed to find the cutlery.

"How'd you sleep bud?" he asked enthusiastically, eyes still a little bloodshot from the previous night.

Harry shrugged, "ok I guess."

The elder man, obviously perplexed by the toaster, allowed silence to befall the room. Harry felt a little awkward, only now remembering the conversation that had taken place the previous night. He felt his stomach drop a little though was glad Sirius hadn't made a big deal about it. Everything was normal... for the most part.

"You've got to wait for it to pop up." Harry stated matter-of-factly, removing the metal fork from his godfathers clasp.

"It's so much easier the wizard way!" he complained, slumping back in his chair.

Harry joined him at the breakfast table, watching as Padfoot crossed his arms impatiently. His godfather was just as childish as he, perhaps a little more so at times. He would certainly miss the man when he returned to Hogwarts, not that he wasn't excited to see his friends nonetheless.

"My book list came the other day," he mumbled, "you wouldn't mind if I went shopping with Ron and his family next week would you?"

Though Harry felt slightly more comfortable in Sirius presence than that of a normal adult, he still felt anxious when asking such direct questions. It almost felt as if he was disobeying an order, as a matter of fact, he would've been had he still been living with the Dursleys.

Sirius shrugged, "I don't see any reason why not"

Harry was still unaccustomed to his godfathers means of parenting. The boy was free to do pretty much whatever he liked. Remus was generally the voice of reason, but even so, his rules were hardly unreasonable. All of the rules within the house were set in place for both Harry and Sirius' protection. For example, Harry couldn't simply pack up and leave... if he wanted to go somewhere he had to ask permission first. Come to think of it... that was the only rule Remus had actually set.

"Looking forward to going back to Hogwarts?" Sirius asked grudgingly.

Harry smirked slightly, knowing how bored his godfather would be without him there to keep him company. Remus seemed to be in and out of the house a lot, not that Harry had ever bothered to ask where he was going. He assumed it must've had something to do with his illness or else Sirius would've mentioned it to him. Werewolf talk was somewhat of a veto in the Lupin household. All Harry knew was that he would be spending a night at the Weasley's when the full moon came next week.

"Not really... I'd much rather stay here with you and Remus"

Sirius chuckled a little, agreeing with his godson whole heartedly.

"I don't suppose Snivellus makes it easy for you does he?" Sirius mused.

Harry shook his head, Snape had had it out for him since first year. Some part of him still suspected that the man was a death eater, regardless of the fact that Remus had assured him otherwise. It wasn't as if Remus and Sirius were too fond of him either, come to think of it, nobody liked the man much... aside from the Slytherin's of course.

"I wouldn't worry too much about him Harry," Sirius chuckled, "He's all talk and no fight."

POP

Harry jumped a little, the toaster having taken him off guard.

"It's ok... I'm used to it"

Padfoot swallowed loudly, an obviously attempt at hiding his resentment for the man. From what Harry could make out, they had been enemies of sorts. Nobody really liked to talk about the feud much, more due to better things to discuss than anything else.

"He's a bit of a twat anyways." Harry concluded, buttering his toast as he did so.

Sirius laughed, smiling at Harry.

"Don't I know it!"

Hey guys sorry for the wait... homework you know?

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