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A/N: I AM SO SORRY! I feel terrible about leaving you all hanging there! But here is the next chapter! Review!
Chapter 2
Harry stood over the kitchen stove stirring the scrambled eggs he was cooking for Ron and Sirius. As the eggs popped and hissed, Harry took a swig from the milk carton.
"Fini!" Harry put on his best Italian voice, "Today's' special iz ze delicious eggs from a chicken sautéed in a creamy milk of a cow and just a pinch of cheese, mixed together in a magnificent blend of taste!"
"Bravo!" Harry spun around to find a very amused Sirius clapping, "I guess it will do. Now hurry and fetch me some coffee!"
"Sirius!" Harry laughed, and embraced his godfather in a tight hug. "How are you?"
"I'm doing good. Although I am hungry." he added, eyeing the eggs.
"Oh! Here." Harry sat a plate down on the kitchen table, "Want some coffee?"
"That'd be great. Black, please." Harry set down the cup of coffee next to Sirius as he sipped on his, "Where's Ron?" Sirius asked. Harry checked his watch, "He'll be here in about, 5, 4, 3, 2, and…"
"I smell food!" came a familiar voice from the hallway, "What'd you make today Harry?" Ron's head popped in the doorway to the kitchen, it took him a minute to realize Sirius was sitting right in front of him, "Sirius!" he exclaimed and also gave him a hug. "When did you get here?"
"Just about 5 minutes ago, you missed Harry's show." Sirius laughed,
"You mean the French cook? I see it every morning. Unfortunately." Harry slapped Ron on the back of his head,
"How dare you insult me! I slave over zis delicious meal for you and all I get iz insults and no gratitude! Well see if I cook for you again you ungrateful English pig-dog! I spit on you!" Ron shook his head, as Sirius howled with laughter,
"You're just like your father, Harry." a short silence followed, Sirius cleared his throat, "So, anything new at the Ministry?" Ron took a sip of his coffee and updated Sirius,
"Well, about 2 nights ago, there was another attack. We were sent to the scene with Seamus, and Cho. We found one survivor. It was a little girl, about 7 years old. She was hiding in a secret closet of some sort. We only found her because Cho personally knew the family. It took nearly 2 hours to convince the little weren't going to hurt her. She was taken to St. Mungo's and questioned there, they are going to send her to her grandmothers house. Do you remember Agent Jarold Bode, he was one of the Unspeakables?"
"Oh yea, I met him once, all I got out of him was a "Hello" and a nod. He retired a few years back, right?"
"Yea, well it turns out he's the grandfather of the little girl. His son, George Bode, was also an Unspeakable."
"I bet their family reunions were a blast." said Sirius sarcastically.
"Yea. We think that George might have known something important about Voldemort - or he might have been a spy. Hopefully the little girl liked to listen to her parents' conversations - if there were any. We should be getting an owl sometime soon."
"Speaking of that. Why aren't you two at work?" Sirius eyed the two boys suspiciously.
"We have off today - tomorrow we are going to be training some new kids who want to be Aurors. I plan on whooping their asses - exactly how it happened to us!" Harry laughed,
"You mean the way Cho whooped your ass." Ron commented,
"Hey! I just didn't want to hurt her because she was a girl!"
"Sure ya didn't." Ron and Sirius laughed. Harry scowled and sipped his coffee.
Light chatter and jokes filled up the rest of the morning until a tawny owl came soaring in through the open kitchen window, and dropped a small piece of parchment on the table before taking off. Harry picked up and unfolded the note, it was very short and quickly scrawled.
"Harry and Ron -
I need for you to meet me at my place. Important information. Come as soon as you can.
Love,
Cho."
Harry read the note aloud. Ron looked confused for a minute,
"Well. I guess we better get going!" he exclaimed, still in his pajamas, Ron disapparated to Chos home. Harry and Sirius already being dressed, followed suit. Harry appaparated into Chos large living room, to find Ron and Cho in a very compromising position, which included a lot of grasping.
"Oh what a lovely sight to walk in on so early in the morning." Harry launched a pillow at the two, in hopes of seriously injuring one of them. No such luck.
"CHO! RON! PLEASE!" Sirius hollered,
"Sorry! Sorry!" Cho laughed, wiping the spit off her face, "I'm glad you're here, I have some news to tell you. Hey Sirius! How are ya?" Cho added, hugging Sirius and giving him a quick squeeze.
"Whoa! Well - much better now!"
"SO! What did you have to tell us." Harry said annoyed.
