Well, I'm finally updating! I know I haven't updated for, like, ages and stuff, and I'm sorry guys! It's college. It really is and the fact that I'm currently trying to write two fanfics at once, I don't know why I am so impatient and can't just write one story at a time! But anyway, college deserves the biggest blame because it's too hectic and rubbish and I have just started sociology coursework and stuff…
Anyway enough of my ranting, I'll just write more story. Sorry again! Hope you like!
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Remus wandered down to the kitchen some ten minutes later after quickly getting dressed and found Harry standing over the stove, a frying pan in one hand and a box of chicken's eggs in the other. He cracked one egg and put it into the pan, causing it to make a faint sizzling noise.
Remus walked over to a cupboard opposite Harry and got two mugs out of the cupboard. Harry, only just realising that Remus was there, turned round to him.
"Oh, I didn't realise you were down! I hope you don't mind me using your eggs?" He said sheepishly.
"Of course not, they're there for eating." Remus replied, he reached for his kettle, went to the sink and started filling it with some water "Do you want a cup of tea Harry?" he asked, now tapping the kettle with his wand so that it magically boiled and steamed.
"Yes please. Do you want a fried egg sandwich with me?" Harry asked.
"Oh no thanks Harry, I think I'll just have some toast." And with that Remus pulled out two pieces of bread out of the breadbin and placed them in the toaster.
"Ok then." Said Harry, now buttering some bread, keeping one eye on his sizzling egg.
They spent a minute in silence as Harry cooked his nearly fried egg and Remus added milk to the tea and stirred it slowly, while he waited for his toast to pop up out of the toaster. Remus knew that Harry wouldn't take so much time over frying an egg normally, but concentrating on it was probably serving as a good tool for keeping his dreams of Sirius out of his head.
Harry turned around to sit at the table with his sandwich. Remus sat down a second later and handed Harry a cup of steaming tea.
"Thanks." Said Harry between mouthfuls of egg sandwich.
"You're welcome." Remus started eating his toast. The two of them were taken into silence again as they ate their breakfast.
Harry was the first to finish. He pulled his cup of tea towards him and blew on it to cool it down. Remus finished his toast and sipping his own cup of tea, watched Harry. He didn't know what to say to him really. What do you say to a teenager who has the most horrific parts of his life relived in dreams over and over again? He wasn't even sure if Harry really wanted to talk about it. He probably didn't.
Remus was pulled out of his thoughts and spared the trouble of thinking up something to say when Harry spoke.
"So what are we doing today Remus?" Harry asked.
"Hmm…well, I was going to do some more decorating around the house. I know it's not very exciting, but you can join me if you want." Remus suggested.
"Yeah sure. So what are we going to decorate?"
"Well, it's just upstairs to do, so one of those rooms, they are all ready for decorating, we can just choose a room when we get up there." Replied Remus.
"Ok, well then, is it ok if I go and have a quick shower before we start?" Asked Harry.
"Yeah of course it is. You know where the bathroom is. I put some clean towels in there for you yesterday."
"Ok thank you." Said Harry, Placing his plate and cup in the sink and leaving the kitchen to have a shower.
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Fifteen minutes later, when Harry was clean and dressed. He and Remus went up to the top floor of the house, armed with bin bags, paints, paintbrushes and boxes.
"Ok I think we'll tackle this room first" Remus said, nodding his head towards the last door on their left "and then we can work our way through each room in order, left to right."
"Yeah." Agreed Harry as they stepped into the room. Harry had no memory of ever going in this room when he stayed at Grimmauld Place last summer. It had a double bed against the right hand wall, the mattress bare. There was a chest of drawers on the other side of the room, next to a huge wardrobe. Everything was dusty, it was evident that this room hadn't been lived in for a while.
"Actually, maybe we should just skip this room Harry." Said Remus suddenly. "I don't know if you knew, but his was Sirius's old bedroom."
Harry's throat went tight. Now he knew why it looked like no one had been living in it.
"No…no, I'll be ok. It's alright." Said Harry, trying to sound normal. He didn't want to sound weak. He needed to get over what happened to Sirius.
"Are you sure Harry? We don't have to-"
"No, it's ok really." Said Harry looking at Remus.
"Ok." said Remus, looking at Harry suspiciously. He knew it really wasn't ok, Harry didn't have to try and be brave around him. But he knew Harry was stubborn, he wouldn't admit defeat, and he was a Gryffindor after all. "Well, I'll see what's under this bed," Remus said, walking towards it "and you can tackle something else. Just put everything worth something in a box, all the rubbish can go in the bin liner."
Harry decided to go for the wardrobe, hoping that when he opened it, it would be empty.