A/N: The following is a teaser for the sequel currently under construction. Enjoy and stay tuned for the sequel.


Harry and Hermione headed for the drawing-room, but Harry quickly swiped a random bottle of wine as he passed the shelf. Harry mentally told himself to thank Kreacher as he saw a couple of wine glasses already on the table next to a pair of comfortable chairs. Hermione sank into one of them and sighed deeply as Harry poured the wine and handed her a glass.

"I genuinely didn't think a simple trip to the airport could be so exhausting," she said as she took a sip. Suddenly her eyes went wide and she sat up straight and carefully drank the wine. She suddenly leaped for the bottle and stared at it like the bottle had just dog eared a freshly bought novel, "Damn whatever bad things I've said about the Blacks. They know their wines. I can forgive them almost anything," she said with awe in her voice.

"Don't let Neville hear you say that. And you're probably exhausted from all the packing. I swear I think your parents were just there as you swept through the house like a hurricane," Harry said with a smirk.

"That bitch is a Lestrange. Neville will be fine. Besides, I cannot understand how utterly calm they always are about packing! They always leave their packing for the morning of the flight and reach the airport barely an hour before the flight leaves! I mean the ticket specifically says to be present at the airport at least three hours before the time of departure," she replied in complete outrage.

"A technicality, Hermione? Really? Is that how you're going to play this? McGonagall would be so disappointed. Besides, I can totally imagine how every single morning of September 1st must have been at your house. The perfect opposite of the Weasley's; present and ready even before the train pulled into the station," Harry said mockingly.

"It's not a technicality, Harry. I'm just stating facts. She married into the Lestranges and became a psychopath. The Blacks at the very least kept her contained. Furthermore, I do remember using the word 'almost'. That provides me enough leeway to not be condemned for wanting to momentarily want to forgive the Black family for their general lack of basic human decency," Hermione said in a matter of factly voice.

"I swear, after six years of knowing you, I don't know why I bother getting into arguments with you."

"You must be slow on the uptake. After all, it's a well-known medical fact that girls develop faster than boys."

"And yet, I even at my scrawniest, I was still taller than you."

"Keep making fun of my height like that, Harry, and I'll make sure the Black family Lordship has to be passed down to Tonks's kids."

"The Malfoy's have a greater claim than Tonks's kids."

"That's right now. After you become Lord Black, you'll disinherit the ferrets and bring back the Tonkses into the fold. That would make baby Lupin the new Lord Black."

"You know, the thought of seeing the son of a werewolf take up the mantle of Lord Black almost makes me think the kick in the nuts might be worth it," Harry said as he sipped his wine. Hermione couldn't help but laugh at that.

"I'm sure Walburga would just love that. We should tell her that."

"Maybe after I manage to get her off the wall. I don't mind sacrificing a room to keep her screams of agony isolated from the rest of the house. I would definitely visit though."

"Honestly, me too. She really is a bitch."

There was a brief pause while both of them enjoyed the wine. Harry suddenly snorted into his glass and said, "Sirius was the most genuine son of a bitch that ever was."

There was a moment before Hermione gave the most unladylike snort possible and both friends dissolved into uncontrollable laughter, often punctuated with snorts from one of them that would inevitably make the other laugh even more and set up the next snort.