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CHAPTER FOUR: A muggle house and potty trained
The car pulled up at her house, and smiling she popped the car door open. "Come on sleepy head's were' home" she spoke the words loudly enough to wake at least Remus, then spoke carefully. "Don't wake him if you don't have too, he's so tired." Her words unaccountabley gentle. "He doesn't look like he's had much sleep lately.." she pulled Hedwig's cage out, and motioned for the driver to pop the trunk, the man did, and she waited to see what Harry, or Remus carrying Harry would do. Remus started at Hermione's words, and then yawned widely, rubbing with his free hand at his face. His other arm was still wrapped around Harry, who was sleeping on peacefully. He hated to wake him up, but knew the boy would probably be embarrassed if he didnt. "Harry.." He called, running his fingers through the unkempt hair. "Harry, time to wake up...C'mon cub.." He continued the gentle talking, completely ignoring the fact that the cab driver was getting irritated, until Harry opened his eyes, and sat up, looking around blearily. "Here?" Harry asked, removing his glasses to rub at his eyes. Before anyone could speak though, it came back to him, and he slipped his glasses back on, and slid out of the car on Hermione's side, heading to the boot. Remus smiled softly as he got out of the cab himself, and sorted through the muggle money Dumbledore had given him, then paid the driver. When that was done, he hurried around to where Harry stood, which was now next to Hermione, and smiled. "Why don't you let me take the trunk cu-- Harry. Someone has to be able to open doors." He knew Hermione could do it, as she had a free hand, but it was just something he wanted to do. Harry didnt look like he was faring all that well physically, and as Remus had demonstrated so easily earlier, the weight of the trunk that was making Harry's fingers tremble as he held it, was practically nothing to him. After giving Remus an uncertain look, Harry nodded his head and handed the trunk off to his former professor and made a half-hearted attempt to straighten his hair. He knew it was a lost cause, but with him wearing Dudleys clothes, the same ones that he'd been wearing for years, he looked like...well, he looked like what he'd imagined a "guttersnipe" would look like.
She smiled when she saw mum and dad where still gone. "Good..their not back yet, that gives us a chance to get settled." She grinned and tossed her long curly brown hair. "Come on lazabouts, let's get into the house, you can both nap later.." she teased. She headed towards the house, carrying Hedgwig's cage. Harry looked fit to collapse on them. "Come on you two, the house doesn't bite, I swear." She headed up the steps to the two story brick house, the yard was not perfect, and the flowerbeds out front looked carefully tended, red and pink and yellow roses, one might note, and baby's breath. She sniffed the air and sighed, and dug out her key, inserted it into the lock and turned the key. The door swung open, and she held it for the two of them. The house was not "fancy" in the way that the Drusley's was, but it was very welcoming, in fact, to someone who liked a comfortable house, it looked like heaven. The door was white, with a glasswork window in it the carpet where plush, but not luxiourisly so their was a coatrack near the door to place one's coat. Immedialtey one met a set of stairs up, but a medium sized living room, and a kitchen could vaguely be seen. As could what could only be a dining room. She wrinkled her nose. "Crookkkkk...comere Crook.." she hollered as she stuffed her door around the corner. "Bedrooms are upstairs, if ya wanna put the trunk up. First room is mum and dad's, then mine, then harry's, yours is right across from mine Remus..if you decide to stay some.." The wallpaper was pretty, but again, it wasn't a rich house, but one that had been lived in, and loved in.
Harry followed after Hermione, making sure to open the door wide enough that Remus could his trunk in without a problem, and waited patiently for his former professor to clear it, before carefully latching it and finally allowing himself a good look around. It was only when Remus patiently cleared his throat from the top of the stairs that Harry stopped his inspection, and rushed up to join him, again carefully opening, waiting for Remus to clear from the room, and closing the door again. Once they were both in the hallway, the jet-haired teenager shoved his hands in his pockets and scuffed the toes of his worn trainers against the carpet lightly. "So uhm, I really meant it, I would like to have you around a bit..." He said, eyes fixed determinedly on his foot's activity. "Thanks Harry." He stood there, patiently waiting for Harry to open his bedroom door, and then grinned, and nudged him. "Earth to Potter, Come in, Potter." Harry blinked, and in explanation, Remus pointed at the room Hermione had designated as his, and grinned again at the blush that crawled up Harry's too pale skin.
The bedroom itself was not fancy, but it wasn't bare either,The bedroom had a good sized, comfortable looking bed with lots of pillows, a nice, clean dresser, a stand-perch for Hedwig with a latter. A mirror on the closet. The closet was big enough to walk in. But it was the room itself that caught one's attention. The bed, the comforter, was a what could only be a muggle interpertation of a fantasy scene,a castle, a wizard that to Hermoine's view, resembled dumbledore to an extent, it was a beautiful blue-green, silver, and white masterpeice that was..Herm had to admit, beautiful. Her own gift- given early to set the mood of the room, was wrapped and sitting on the dresser with a tag on it that said. "Early Birthday Pressy" Hermoine paused just outside the room. "Mom got the comforter set for you, and the wall posters, one was of a griffon, and the other was a typical boy's poster, a race car and driver from the muggle world. "She thought you'd be more comfortable if the room felt like something you might be used too" she spoke from the doorway. It was nothing fancy, but it would have to do. She just hoped her mom hadn't embaressed Harry.
After Harry opened Remus' bedroom door for him, he turned to Hermione and smiled. "The room was great!" And it was. It looked like what he could imagine a typical boy's room looking like, and that appealed very, very much to Harry Potter, the "boy-who-lived" who apparently hadn't been typical from the moment he was born on. "I'll open the gift you got me on my birthday, if you don't mind. Its...i'm just not used really to getting anything at all, so I erm...treasure it." He flushed and quickly turned to peek in Remus room, coming nearly face to chest with the werewolf. "Ah, ready then, Remus?" Over his head, Remus' kind eyes sparkled in shared amusement at Hermione, and he clapped Harry on the back. "Ladies first, Harry." Harry gave him a blank look, and Remus shook his head in mock consternation. "To go downstairs, cub. In most, if not all cases, except when it comes to a time when a lady may possibly encounter danger, it is polite to always let the female of the pa--group go first."Hermoine grinned. She knew what he'd almost said. She paused. "Remus, since your potty trained, the bathroom is the door right next to yours.." she scampered down the stairs, giggling to herself. "Come on lazy's...we might as well raid the fridge for soda's.."
The car pulled up at her house, and smiling she popped the car door open. "Come on sleepy head's were' home" she spoke the words loudly enough to wake at least Remus, then spoke carefully. "Don't wake him if you don't have too, he's so tired." Her words unaccountabley gentle. "He doesn't look like he's had much sleep lately.." she pulled Hedwig's cage out, and motioned for the driver to pop the trunk, the man did, and she waited to see what Harry, or Remus carrying Harry would do. Remus started at Hermione's words, and then yawned widely, rubbing with his free hand at his face. His other arm was still wrapped around Harry, who was sleeping on peacefully. He hated to wake him up, but knew the boy would probably be embarrassed if he didnt. "Harry.." He called, running his fingers through the unkempt hair. "Harry, time to wake up...C'mon cub.." He continued the gentle talking, completely ignoring the fact that the cab driver was getting irritated, until Harry opened his eyes, and sat up, looking around blearily. "Here?" Harry asked, removing his glasses to rub at his eyes. Before anyone could speak though, it came back to him, and he slipped his glasses back on, and slid out of the car on Hermione's side, heading to the boot. Remus smiled softly as he got out of the cab himself, and sorted through the muggle money Dumbledore had given him, then paid the driver. When that was done, he hurried around to where Harry stood, which was now next to Hermione, and smiled. "Why don't you let me take the trunk cu-- Harry. Someone has to be able to open doors." He knew Hermione could do it, as she had a free hand, but it was just something he wanted to do. Harry didnt look like he was faring all that well physically, and as Remus had demonstrated so easily earlier, the weight of the trunk that was making Harry's fingers tremble as he held it, was practically nothing to him. After giving Remus an uncertain look, Harry nodded his head and handed the trunk off to his former professor and made a half-hearted attempt to straighten his hair. He knew it was a lost cause, but with him wearing Dudleys clothes, the same ones that he'd been wearing for years, he looked like...well, he looked like what he'd imagined a "guttersnipe" would look like.
She smiled when she saw mum and dad where still gone. "Good..their not back yet, that gives us a chance to get settled." She grinned and tossed her long curly brown hair. "Come on lazabouts, let's get into the house, you can both nap later.." she teased. She headed towards the house, carrying Hedgwig's cage. Harry looked fit to collapse on them. "Come on you two, the house doesn't bite, I swear." She headed up the steps to the two story brick house, the yard was not perfect, and the flowerbeds out front looked carefully tended, red and pink and yellow roses, one might note, and baby's breath. She sniffed the air and sighed, and dug out her key, inserted it into the lock and turned the key. The door swung open, and she held it for the two of them. The house was not "fancy" in the way that the Drusley's was, but it was very welcoming, in fact, to someone who liked a comfortable house, it looked like heaven. The door was white, with a glasswork window in it the carpet where plush, but not luxiourisly so their was a coatrack near the door to place one's coat. Immedialtey one met a set of stairs up, but a medium sized living room, and a kitchen could vaguely be seen. As could what could only be a dining room. She wrinkled her nose. "Crookkkkk...comere Crook.." she hollered as she stuffed her door around the corner. "Bedrooms are upstairs, if ya wanna put the trunk up. First room is mum and dad's, then mine, then harry's, yours is right across from mine Remus..if you decide to stay some.." The wallpaper was pretty, but again, it wasn't a rich house, but one that had been lived in, and loved in.
Harry followed after Hermione, making sure to open the door wide enough that Remus could his trunk in without a problem, and waited patiently for his former professor to clear it, before carefully latching it and finally allowing himself a good look around. It was only when Remus patiently cleared his throat from the top of the stairs that Harry stopped his inspection, and rushed up to join him, again carefully opening, waiting for Remus to clear from the room, and closing the door again. Once they were both in the hallway, the jet-haired teenager shoved his hands in his pockets and scuffed the toes of his worn trainers against the carpet lightly. "So uhm, I really meant it, I would like to have you around a bit..." He said, eyes fixed determinedly on his foot's activity. "Thanks Harry." He stood there, patiently waiting for Harry to open his bedroom door, and then grinned, and nudged him. "Earth to Potter, Come in, Potter." Harry blinked, and in explanation, Remus pointed at the room Hermione had designated as his, and grinned again at the blush that crawled up Harry's too pale skin.
The bedroom itself was not fancy, but it wasn't bare either,The bedroom had a good sized, comfortable looking bed with lots of pillows, a nice, clean dresser, a stand-perch for Hedwig with a latter. A mirror on the closet. The closet was big enough to walk in. But it was the room itself that caught one's attention. The bed, the comforter, was a what could only be a muggle interpertation of a fantasy scene,a castle, a wizard that to Hermoine's view, resembled dumbledore to an extent, it was a beautiful blue-green, silver, and white masterpeice that was..Herm had to admit, beautiful. Her own gift- given early to set the mood of the room, was wrapped and sitting on the dresser with a tag on it that said. "Early Birthday Pressy" Hermoine paused just outside the room. "Mom got the comforter set for you, and the wall posters, one was of a griffon, and the other was a typical boy's poster, a race car and driver from the muggle world. "She thought you'd be more comfortable if the room felt like something you might be used too" she spoke from the doorway. It was nothing fancy, but it would have to do. She just hoped her mom hadn't embaressed Harry.
After Harry opened Remus' bedroom door for him, he turned to Hermione and smiled. "The room was great!" And it was. It looked like what he could imagine a typical boy's room looking like, and that appealed very, very much to Harry Potter, the "boy-who-lived" who apparently hadn't been typical from the moment he was born on. "I'll open the gift you got me on my birthday, if you don't mind. Its...i'm just not used really to getting anything at all, so I erm...treasure it." He flushed and quickly turned to peek in Remus room, coming nearly face to chest with the werewolf. "Ah, ready then, Remus?" Over his head, Remus' kind eyes sparkled in shared amusement at Hermione, and he clapped Harry on the back. "Ladies first, Harry." Harry gave him a blank look, and Remus shook his head in mock consternation. "To go downstairs, cub. In most, if not all cases, except when it comes to a time when a lady may possibly encounter danger, it is polite to always let the female of the pa--group go first."Hermoine grinned. She knew what he'd almost said. She paused. "Remus, since your potty trained, the bathroom is the door right next to yours.." she scampered down the stairs, giggling to herself. "Come on lazy's...we might as well raid the fridge for soda's.."