Sirius let them do whatever they wanted that day. He had a mysterious smile on his face, so Harry simply shrugged and collected his Firebolt. With the special wands in effect, he could very easily charm an invisible dome around the miniature Quidditch field close to the Lion's Den so that they could play Quidditch, and that's exactly what he did. He, Ron, and Hermione played against Ginny, George and Fred. Sirius had given them some old Quidditch balls to practice with. They had a Chaser, a Keeper and a Seeker. Only one Bludger was let out due to the fact that they had no Beater...
Sirius watched them dart around the air from the upstairs window before descending to the kitchen. He whispered some instructions to Dobby, whose ears perked and eyes lit up. The little house elf got to work at once, bustling around and singing 'The Sock Song'. Sirius smiled and shook his head. Ducking into the fireplace, and spreading Floo Powder, he called, clearly and crisply "Howler", and disappeared instantly.
Meanwhile, Ginny was trying to convince Fred to let her be the Seeker. On the other team, things had been fairly easy. Harry was Seeker, naturally, and Ron and Hermione had no problem splitting up the positions, since Ron wanted to be Keeper and Hermione Chaser. But on this team, since the actual team members couldn't resume their original positions, they had taken up other spots. George claimed the title of Keeper, but obviously, both Ginny and Fred wanted to be Seeker.
"Well Sirius' broom is a heck of a lot faster!" Ginny argued, glaring at her big brother. Fred scratched his head and looked at George quizzically. One glance seemed to tell the former something, for a grin tugged at his lips when he turned back to Ginny. Swinging one foot over his Clean Sweep, he prepared for take off. "What?" Ginny asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. She didn't trust her big brother any farther than she could throw him, and for those smart alecks who think that she could be very strong, she isn't.
"Nothing. You can be Seeker." Fred replied with a carefree air that only served to make his little sister even more suspicious. "It's just that..." And here, he positioned himself on the broom, leaning forward so that he could kick off at any given time, "I should be looking out for my baby sister, shouldn't I?" Ron guffawed when Ginny turned crimson and Fred kicked off, rising steadily and halting in front of the hoops. However, he was forced to move out of the way - and fast - when Ginny mounted HER broom and streaked towards him, vengeance in her every move. Harry tore after them, closely followed by Ron, George and finally, though not reluctantly, Hermione. The Quidditch game soon turned into a game of tag. The four magical balls lay forgotten, on the ground beside one of the hoops.
"Score, Hermione one, Ron zero!" Fred declared after ten minutes. The twins, Harry and Ginny were sitting on the grass, watching two figures zoom across the sky. Ron had taunted, well, not exactly taunted, but teased Hermione about Victor Krum, sending the clever witch after his blood. The others stopped flying after a while, watching this fascinating spectacle as Hermione urged her broom to catch up to Ron. She had gotten the point when she made a beautiful dive, grabbed some pieces of grass and hovered in the air. Ron, rather confused, lowered his altitude.
But then, she rubbed the grass into his hair, causing green streaks. Now she had become the hunted as she laughed happily and eluded Ron. "You gotta try out for the Team next year!" Harry hollered, watching both of them pull loop-de-loops. "Both of you!" Fred smirked and nudged George.
"Looks like you just got the Captain's position!" George told Harry, who turned to him instantly, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks.
"I didn't mean, I thought, that wasn't..." Harry stammered, sending the twins into a fit of laughter at his embarrassment. "Don't worry." Fred said, trying to calm himself down. "Neither George nor I want to be Team Captain, Angelina already expressed her impression at your skills and both Katie and Alicia are graduating." Harry flushed deeper. George laughed again.
Hermione landed on the grass next to them, startling the boys who had been too busy, wrapped up in their own little conversations. Dobby came out of the house and told them that lunch was reading. All at once, the six kicked off and sped towards the house, scaring the little house elf into shielding his face with long, thin fingers. Hermione slowed down enough to mutter an apology, but picked up pace again when her stomach reminded her that she was hungry. Very hungry.
They burst into the kitchen, clamouring for food, with Dobby trailing behind them. The kids seemed rather like preteens than fifteen and seventeen year olds. The poor House Elf had a rather hard time preventing George and Fred from upsetting the stew, Ron from raiding the refrigerator and Harry from accidentally pouring a couple of boxes of biscuits on the floor. It was then that the five young magicians noticed the three people sitting at the table, looking on with interest.
One of them was Sirius, and he was dressed in his best Dress Robes. The dark blue matched his dark hair perfectly. The second wizard was young, although his hair was streaked with white. His robes were a dark green, and he looked calm, though amused, as he sat there, sipping tea. It was Remus.
"LUPIN!" Harry exclaimed, hunger forgotten. Remus extended his arms and Harry jumped into them. He had always thought of Remus as a second Sirius Black. A second Godfather. Ron grinned happily and Hermione wiped an imaginary tear, sending Ginny into a fit of giggles. Remus pushed Harry out of his embrace and indicated to the third person sitting at the table. It was a witch.
She had long, dark brown hair that reached to her waist, though at the moment it was pulled back in a ponytail. Her blue eyes twinkled happily as she took in every member standing or sitting in the kitchen. A pretty face, and as far as Harry could tell from the eyes, a pretty soul. It was always said that the eyes were windows of the soul, and Harry never doubted that for a second. He had liked Ron, and Hermione, too, because they had a kind twinkle in their eyes. Harry scoffed softly, suddenly realising that he sounded like Professor Trelawney. He turned his attention back to the girl. She was just about Sirius' age, but she seemed slightly younger.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught his godfather blushing as he stole a glance at the beautiful witch. Although she wasn't a Veela, she has certainly captured his godfather's heart. Was she the girlfriend Sirius had in mind?
Lupin spoke at that minute, breaking his train of thought and Sirius' stare on the girl.
"Meet Rellis, my baby sister."
Sirius watched them dart around the air from the upstairs window before descending to the kitchen. He whispered some instructions to Dobby, whose ears perked and eyes lit up. The little house elf got to work at once, bustling around and singing 'The Sock Song'. Sirius smiled and shook his head. Ducking into the fireplace, and spreading Floo Powder, he called, clearly and crisply "Howler", and disappeared instantly.
Meanwhile, Ginny was trying to convince Fred to let her be the Seeker. On the other team, things had been fairly easy. Harry was Seeker, naturally, and Ron and Hermione had no problem splitting up the positions, since Ron wanted to be Keeper and Hermione Chaser. But on this team, since the actual team members couldn't resume their original positions, they had taken up other spots. George claimed the title of Keeper, but obviously, both Ginny and Fred wanted to be Seeker.
"Well Sirius' broom is a heck of a lot faster!" Ginny argued, glaring at her big brother. Fred scratched his head and looked at George quizzically. One glance seemed to tell the former something, for a grin tugged at his lips when he turned back to Ginny. Swinging one foot over his Clean Sweep, he prepared for take off. "What?" Ginny asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. She didn't trust her big brother any farther than she could throw him, and for those smart alecks who think that she could be very strong, she isn't.
"Nothing. You can be Seeker." Fred replied with a carefree air that only served to make his little sister even more suspicious. "It's just that..." And here, he positioned himself on the broom, leaning forward so that he could kick off at any given time, "I should be looking out for my baby sister, shouldn't I?" Ron guffawed when Ginny turned crimson and Fred kicked off, rising steadily and halting in front of the hoops. However, he was forced to move out of the way - and fast - when Ginny mounted HER broom and streaked towards him, vengeance in her every move. Harry tore after them, closely followed by Ron, George and finally, though not reluctantly, Hermione. The Quidditch game soon turned into a game of tag. The four magical balls lay forgotten, on the ground beside one of the hoops.
"Score, Hermione one, Ron zero!" Fred declared after ten minutes. The twins, Harry and Ginny were sitting on the grass, watching two figures zoom across the sky. Ron had taunted, well, not exactly taunted, but teased Hermione about Victor Krum, sending the clever witch after his blood. The others stopped flying after a while, watching this fascinating spectacle as Hermione urged her broom to catch up to Ron. She had gotten the point when she made a beautiful dive, grabbed some pieces of grass and hovered in the air. Ron, rather confused, lowered his altitude.
But then, she rubbed the grass into his hair, causing green streaks. Now she had become the hunted as she laughed happily and eluded Ron. "You gotta try out for the Team next year!" Harry hollered, watching both of them pull loop-de-loops. "Both of you!" Fred smirked and nudged George.
"Looks like you just got the Captain's position!" George told Harry, who turned to him instantly, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks.
"I didn't mean, I thought, that wasn't..." Harry stammered, sending the twins into a fit of laughter at his embarrassment. "Don't worry." Fred said, trying to calm himself down. "Neither George nor I want to be Team Captain, Angelina already expressed her impression at your skills and both Katie and Alicia are graduating." Harry flushed deeper. George laughed again.
Hermione landed on the grass next to them, startling the boys who had been too busy, wrapped up in their own little conversations. Dobby came out of the house and told them that lunch was reading. All at once, the six kicked off and sped towards the house, scaring the little house elf into shielding his face with long, thin fingers. Hermione slowed down enough to mutter an apology, but picked up pace again when her stomach reminded her that she was hungry. Very hungry.
They burst into the kitchen, clamouring for food, with Dobby trailing behind them. The kids seemed rather like preteens than fifteen and seventeen year olds. The poor House Elf had a rather hard time preventing George and Fred from upsetting the stew, Ron from raiding the refrigerator and Harry from accidentally pouring a couple of boxes of biscuits on the floor. It was then that the five young magicians noticed the three people sitting at the table, looking on with interest.
One of them was Sirius, and he was dressed in his best Dress Robes. The dark blue matched his dark hair perfectly. The second wizard was young, although his hair was streaked with white. His robes were a dark green, and he looked calm, though amused, as he sat there, sipping tea. It was Remus.
"LUPIN!" Harry exclaimed, hunger forgotten. Remus extended his arms and Harry jumped into them. He had always thought of Remus as a second Sirius Black. A second Godfather. Ron grinned happily and Hermione wiped an imaginary tear, sending Ginny into a fit of giggles. Remus pushed Harry out of his embrace and indicated to the third person sitting at the table. It was a witch.
She had long, dark brown hair that reached to her waist, though at the moment it was pulled back in a ponytail. Her blue eyes twinkled happily as she took in every member standing or sitting in the kitchen. A pretty face, and as far as Harry could tell from the eyes, a pretty soul. It was always said that the eyes were windows of the soul, and Harry never doubted that for a second. He had liked Ron, and Hermione, too, because they had a kind twinkle in their eyes. Harry scoffed softly, suddenly realising that he sounded like Professor Trelawney. He turned his attention back to the girl. She was just about Sirius' age, but she seemed slightly younger.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught his godfather blushing as he stole a glance at the beautiful witch. Although she wasn't a Veela, she has certainly captured his godfather's heart. Was she the girlfriend Sirius had in mind?
Lupin spoke at that minute, breaking his train of thought and Sirius' stare on the girl.
"Meet Rellis, my baby sister."