Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter characters. I want to own Lupin. Hm, I think I'll own all of Sirus and Lupin's corny jokes : ) Oh, I do own Lupin's growl! ; )

Author Note: A VERY short part of the story, but hey, its still a part.

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Sirus and Harry entered a small house, Lupin right behind. He had still been yelling about being soaked head to toe in water. Sirus didn't comment, but rolled his eyes at Lupin.

"That Dudley is horrible!" Lupin spattered.

"I know." Harry sat down in a chair: he hated Dudley. There was never a time in his life where he thought anything but hatred to Dudley.

"Everyone okay?" Sirus asked, handing each a glass of hot chocolate.

Harry nodded. "I'm great now!" He paused. "Er, Prof- I mean, Lupin? How did Dudley get your wand?"

Lupin's face turned red. "Don't ask." He had finished getting the fluff out of his ears and was beginning to pull out bits of rubber from his robes. He looked at the hot chocolate but didn't drink it: he wasn't in the mood.

"Oh, poor Remus." Sirus made a face, sipping his drink.

"Poor me, nothing! Wait until I get a hold of that Dudley." Lupin paused. "You don't mind having one less cousin, Harry?"

Harry muffled a laugh despite Sirus and his gasp. "Remus, really! Well, as long as you don't do anything to harmful like blow him up."

Lupin made a slight grin, beginning to sip his hot chocolate. "I won't try that-yet."

Sirus sighed, and opened up the Daily Prophet. His jaw dropped as he looked at the front page. "OH NO!" He sat back. "Of all the things they had to do!"

"What?!" Harry and Lupin said together, trying to see the front page. Lupin gasped, and Harry looked at the article twice, but said nothng out of shock.

"Its worse then what that Rita Skeetes did." Lupin shook his head.

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TO BE CONTINUED.