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Disclaimer: I don't remember whether I've done one last time, so I'll do it again. I own nothing. Null. Zip. Nada. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"AND TELL THE TWINS WHERE WE ARE!!!" He shut the door, muttering something similar to 'some host I am, abandoning my guest because I forgot another guest..."
Hermione got into the back of Sirius' car, smiling happily. "It's really nice of you to invite us for the summer, Sirius!" She told him as she clipped on the safety belt. Ron, Ginny and Sirius looked a bit guilty. They didn't have their safety belts on, trusting magic to take care of everything. Sirius quickly closed the contraption and started the engine.
"Oh it's nothing." He muttered, waving a hand. Harry was sitting in the front seat beside his godfather, his face shining like the setting sun. Sirius did a series of complicated twirls with his wand and tapped the steering wheel, muttering, "The Lion's Den."
"The Lion's Den?" Harry repeated, confused. Sirius turned to look at him in surprise.
"You mean I haven't told you yet?" He asked, leaning over and ruffling Harry's hair. "Our house is called The Lion's Den. I thought it'd be appropriate since I was in Gryffindor, you are in Gryffindor, your friends are in Gryffindor and the décor is Gryffindor colours. That doesn't mean we can't accommodate a little Ravenclaw, though." He added, winking at Harry, who blushed a deep red.
"How'd you know?" He demanded. Hermione snickered, while Ginny and Ron were shaking with silent laughter. "Ron!!!" Harry said, purposefully drawing the name out to make it sound threatening. Ron stopped abruptly and stared at his friend innocently. "What?" He couldn't help the smirk that crept into his face though, the smirk that soon ascended into a grin. "Ron!" Harry said again, though he was laughing too. He grabbed the water bottle sitting on the floor and squirted water on his friend's face. (I would have him perform a charm, but there's the whole underage wizard thing)
"Watch the water, the car is brand-new!" Sirius commented, though he didn't seem to mind that much. What mostly tipped them off about his indifference was his mischievous bout of water shot straight at Harry, as he seemingly reached for the bottle to get a drink of water.
"HEY!" Harry protested, wiping the water off his face. He attempted to shoot back, but at that moment, Ron retaliated with some wet tissues, making him duck. What he didn't count on was that the bottle that he snatched back from Sirius was still open, and a second later, the jet of liquid landed on Hermione and Ginny, who both squealed and got out their wands. They were all distracted by a blinking light coming from behind them. Harry looked in the rear-view mirror and winced.
"Uh-Oh." He muttered. "Police." Only Hermione understood the seriousness of this situation as she quickly told everyone to put away their wands, or rather, anything magical that they might carry, and attempt to dry off their clothing. When Ron wasted the fifth tissue trying to get the liquid off his shirt, Harry, was checking that everyone's seat belts were secure. He instructed Sirius to undo the spell he had on the steering wheel, and as quickly as possible, explained the situation to him.
The police car pulled them over. "Hello mates." He greeted them cheerfully, but Harry was still a bit jumpy. "You were going just a mite fast back there. Nothing to worry about. Are you lot ok?" He asked, trying to peer into the car, where Ron was giggling, rather girlishly. "Can I just see your license then?" Harry panicked. License??? Did Sirius even have one???? Oh god, they were doomed. They would need a Ministry Squad to memory wipe this guy. It would go down on their records, oh god, they were doomed.
Sirius, however, smiled and pulled a little booklet from his pocket (In Germany the licenses are little booklets, so I'm assuming that England is closer to Germany than it is to Canada) The officer inspected, declared himself satisfied, and tipped his hat to them. He got back into the car and drove off. Hermione sighed with relief, unlike Ron and Ginny, who don't really know what just happened.
"Where'd you get that license?" Harry inquired curiously, as Sirius tapped the steering wheel again.
"Ministry." He said calmly. "Any wizard who buys a car has to check with the Ministry. Since wizards can simply do charms, a license is issued a galleon each. Of course, if you actually want to learn how to drive, that'd cost ten galleons." Ron whistled.
"Ten galleons. Wow, that's two-thirds the price of a Lockhart book. It's pretty cheap!" Sirius laughed. "Here we go."
They stopped in front of the house. The twins had already gotten out their broomsticks and were flying around the house. Harry glanced about worriedly, but there was a small range of trees surrounding the house, shielding them from sight. He chuckled at himself. 'The offence's I've had with the Ministry, I guess, kind of made me suspicious.' He told himself. Sirius tapped him on the shoulder.
"Come on." His godfather told him, levitating Hermione's trunk. "Show you your rooms!" Harry nodded, but was more inclined to hurry when Ron yelled, running after Sirius:
"Last one there is a rotten Slytherin!!!"
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"Made it!" Harry panted, as he clung to the wall for support. Behind him, Ginny and Hermione were sprinting across the lawn. They reached it at the same time, Ginny slightly more out of breath than Hermione. Ron and Sirius grinned at them. Fred and George were sticking their head inside already.
They entered and walked past the living room. Sirius made a big show of introducing everything. "This here, is called the living room. It's where we have fun. This little baby is called a sofa, and this is called a bookshelf. Those sheets of paper bound together you see ON the bookshelf are called books. This little thing standing beside the bookshelf is called a plant. This particular one is - " He broke off, because he'd received multiple punches in the arm from the friends.
"Oh stuff it!" Harry told him, laughing. Sirius smirked and led the way upstairs, explaining along the way.
"There's a bathroom, the kitchen, the living room and a study on the first floor. In the basement, there's quite a nice little surprise waiting for you guys." His eyes twinkled and he opened the door to the landing. It showed a very long hall. Harry was a bit surprised, but figured he shouldn't have been. The house was huge. Sirius led the way, opening each of the doors in turn. He reached the first door. There was a pair of socks painted on a piece of wood hanging on the door.
"Let me guess, Dobby." Harry, Hermione and Ron said simultaneously. Sirius nodded. They opened the door. There was a small bed in the middle of it. A huge dresser stood to the left and a night table to the right. There was a bookshelf as well, and it seemed to hold books which touched on the subjects cooking, cleaning, and gardening. A radio stood on the night table, as well as a lamp, and a fish was swimming in a fish tank. Everything was spotless.
"Guess old habits die hard!" Harry commented as they moved on to the next room. He counted under his breath. There were 10 rooms on that floor! The next one was painted soft blue and soft green. A canopy bed stood against the corner, right beside the window. A night table was right beside it. A dresser, a bookshelf, a writing table, a trunk and a showcase were all to be found in that room.
"Remus'" Sirius announced happily. Harry gaped. "You mean Lupin is going to live with us??" Sirius nodded, beaming. "Oh, and did I mention that I'm going to be getting a girlfriend." He added, looking at Harry anxiously. Harry grinned.
"Bring her back, and I'll think about it." He said, laughing.
"WHY YOU!" Sirius threatened, though he was smiling. He knew that Harry had given an implied consent. Besides, no girl was worth having if Harry didn't like her. "And this is going to be her room." Sirius said, opening the next door. It was pink. Not the shocking kind of pink like the dresses Aunt Petunia loves, but a lovely pale shade of pink. It looks quite similar to Remus' bedroom, except that the canopy bed was pink, and it stood in the middle against the wall, with two night tables. There was a small dresser and a small table. Harry grinned (A/N: You're going to be seeing that word a lot.) "What makes you so sure she'll like the colour pink?"
Sirius winked. "All girls do." He said confidently, to the protests of Ginny and Hermione.
"So not true!" They said together, smirking. "I like blue!" Hermione told them. "And I like green!" Ginny declared. Sirius scratched his head. "Oh what a shame, I've made your guest rooms bright pink!" He chortled at the squeals given by the girls.
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PP: Hehe. Not much of a cliffie, but I bet some of you are dying to find out what Harry's room is going to be like.
YPP: Dying my foot.
PP: Would you QUIT saying that?
YPP: Quit my foot.
PP: You just like the expression, don't you?
YPP: *nod nod* I mean, like, my foot.
YPP: Like you my foot.
PP: Take a look at these!!! *puts reviews in front of face*
YPP: I don't care. Like you my foot.
PP: *Sigh*
Disclaimer: I don't remember whether I've done one last time, so I'll do it again. I own nothing. Null. Zip. Nada. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"AND TELL THE TWINS WHERE WE ARE!!!" He shut the door, muttering something similar to 'some host I am, abandoning my guest because I forgot another guest..."
Hermione got into the back of Sirius' car, smiling happily. "It's really nice of you to invite us for the summer, Sirius!" She told him as she clipped on the safety belt. Ron, Ginny and Sirius looked a bit guilty. They didn't have their safety belts on, trusting magic to take care of everything. Sirius quickly closed the contraption and started the engine.
"Oh it's nothing." He muttered, waving a hand. Harry was sitting in the front seat beside his godfather, his face shining like the setting sun. Sirius did a series of complicated twirls with his wand and tapped the steering wheel, muttering, "The Lion's Den."
"The Lion's Den?" Harry repeated, confused. Sirius turned to look at him in surprise.
"You mean I haven't told you yet?" He asked, leaning over and ruffling Harry's hair. "Our house is called The Lion's Den. I thought it'd be appropriate since I was in Gryffindor, you are in Gryffindor, your friends are in Gryffindor and the décor is Gryffindor colours. That doesn't mean we can't accommodate a little Ravenclaw, though." He added, winking at Harry, who blushed a deep red.
"How'd you know?" He demanded. Hermione snickered, while Ginny and Ron were shaking with silent laughter. "Ron!!!" Harry said, purposefully drawing the name out to make it sound threatening. Ron stopped abruptly and stared at his friend innocently. "What?" He couldn't help the smirk that crept into his face though, the smirk that soon ascended into a grin. "Ron!" Harry said again, though he was laughing too. He grabbed the water bottle sitting on the floor and squirted water on his friend's face. (I would have him perform a charm, but there's the whole underage wizard thing)
"Watch the water, the car is brand-new!" Sirius commented, though he didn't seem to mind that much. What mostly tipped them off about his indifference was his mischievous bout of water shot straight at Harry, as he seemingly reached for the bottle to get a drink of water.
"HEY!" Harry protested, wiping the water off his face. He attempted to shoot back, but at that moment, Ron retaliated with some wet tissues, making him duck. What he didn't count on was that the bottle that he snatched back from Sirius was still open, and a second later, the jet of liquid landed on Hermione and Ginny, who both squealed and got out their wands. They were all distracted by a blinking light coming from behind them. Harry looked in the rear-view mirror and winced.
"Uh-Oh." He muttered. "Police." Only Hermione understood the seriousness of this situation as she quickly told everyone to put away their wands, or rather, anything magical that they might carry, and attempt to dry off their clothing. When Ron wasted the fifth tissue trying to get the liquid off his shirt, Harry, was checking that everyone's seat belts were secure. He instructed Sirius to undo the spell he had on the steering wheel, and as quickly as possible, explained the situation to him.
The police car pulled them over. "Hello mates." He greeted them cheerfully, but Harry was still a bit jumpy. "You were going just a mite fast back there. Nothing to worry about. Are you lot ok?" He asked, trying to peer into the car, where Ron was giggling, rather girlishly. "Can I just see your license then?" Harry panicked. License??? Did Sirius even have one???? Oh god, they were doomed. They would need a Ministry Squad to memory wipe this guy. It would go down on their records, oh god, they were doomed.
Sirius, however, smiled and pulled a little booklet from his pocket (In Germany the licenses are little booklets, so I'm assuming that England is closer to Germany than it is to Canada) The officer inspected, declared himself satisfied, and tipped his hat to them. He got back into the car and drove off. Hermione sighed with relief, unlike Ron and Ginny, who don't really know what just happened.
"Where'd you get that license?" Harry inquired curiously, as Sirius tapped the steering wheel again.
"Ministry." He said calmly. "Any wizard who buys a car has to check with the Ministry. Since wizards can simply do charms, a license is issued a galleon each. Of course, if you actually want to learn how to drive, that'd cost ten galleons." Ron whistled.
"Ten galleons. Wow, that's two-thirds the price of a Lockhart book. It's pretty cheap!" Sirius laughed. "Here we go."
They stopped in front of the house. The twins had already gotten out their broomsticks and were flying around the house. Harry glanced about worriedly, but there was a small range of trees surrounding the house, shielding them from sight. He chuckled at himself. 'The offence's I've had with the Ministry, I guess, kind of made me suspicious.' He told himself. Sirius tapped him on the shoulder.
"Come on." His godfather told him, levitating Hermione's trunk. "Show you your rooms!" Harry nodded, but was more inclined to hurry when Ron yelled, running after Sirius:
"Last one there is a rotten Slytherin!!!"
***
"Made it!" Harry panted, as he clung to the wall for support. Behind him, Ginny and Hermione were sprinting across the lawn. They reached it at the same time, Ginny slightly more out of breath than Hermione. Ron and Sirius grinned at them. Fred and George were sticking their head inside already.
They entered and walked past the living room. Sirius made a big show of introducing everything. "This here, is called the living room. It's where we have fun. This little baby is called a sofa, and this is called a bookshelf. Those sheets of paper bound together you see ON the bookshelf are called books. This little thing standing beside the bookshelf is called a plant. This particular one is - " He broke off, because he'd received multiple punches in the arm from the friends.
"Oh stuff it!" Harry told him, laughing. Sirius smirked and led the way upstairs, explaining along the way.
"There's a bathroom, the kitchen, the living room and a study on the first floor. In the basement, there's quite a nice little surprise waiting for you guys." His eyes twinkled and he opened the door to the landing. It showed a very long hall. Harry was a bit surprised, but figured he shouldn't have been. The house was huge. Sirius led the way, opening each of the doors in turn. He reached the first door. There was a pair of socks painted on a piece of wood hanging on the door.
"Let me guess, Dobby." Harry, Hermione and Ron said simultaneously. Sirius nodded. They opened the door. There was a small bed in the middle of it. A huge dresser stood to the left and a night table to the right. There was a bookshelf as well, and it seemed to hold books which touched on the subjects cooking, cleaning, and gardening. A radio stood on the night table, as well as a lamp, and a fish was swimming in a fish tank. Everything was spotless.
"Guess old habits die hard!" Harry commented as they moved on to the next room. He counted under his breath. There were 10 rooms on that floor! The next one was painted soft blue and soft green. A canopy bed stood against the corner, right beside the window. A night table was right beside it. A dresser, a bookshelf, a writing table, a trunk and a showcase were all to be found in that room.
"Remus'" Sirius announced happily. Harry gaped. "You mean Lupin is going to live with us??" Sirius nodded, beaming. "Oh, and did I mention that I'm going to be getting a girlfriend." He added, looking at Harry anxiously. Harry grinned.
"Bring her back, and I'll think about it." He said, laughing.
"WHY YOU!" Sirius threatened, though he was smiling. He knew that Harry had given an implied consent. Besides, no girl was worth having if Harry didn't like her. "And this is going to be her room." Sirius said, opening the next door. It was pink. Not the shocking kind of pink like the dresses Aunt Petunia loves, but a lovely pale shade of pink. It looks quite similar to Remus' bedroom, except that the canopy bed was pink, and it stood in the middle against the wall, with two night tables. There was a small dresser and a small table. Harry grinned (A/N: You're going to be seeing that word a lot.) "What makes you so sure she'll like the colour pink?"
Sirius winked. "All girls do." He said confidently, to the protests of Ginny and Hermione.
"So not true!" They said together, smirking. "I like blue!" Hermione told them. "And I like green!" Ginny declared. Sirius scratched his head. "Oh what a shame, I've made your guest rooms bright pink!" He chortled at the squeals given by the girls.
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PP: Hehe. Not much of a cliffie, but I bet some of you are dying to find out what Harry's room is going to be like.
YPP: Dying my foot.
PP: Would you QUIT saying that?
YPP: Quit my foot.
PP: You just like the expression, don't you?
YPP: *nod nod* I mean, like, my foot.