Callie and Allie had been up since about 4:30 and had gone for a walk
around the block before coming back to their house, taking a seat on the
balcony at the front.
"Who's that?" Callie asked, pointing to a small looking boy who disappeared into the Dursleys house.
"I don't know." Allie said squinting at the guilty looking boy. "Maybe he's one of Dudley's friends?" She suggested. "He looks a little familiar, eh?" She added.
"Yeah. Anyway, we better get back inside, the others will be up soon."
They both cast one more glance at the house across the street and walked inside. Something was going on.
"There you two are." Sirius grinned as the twins walked through the front door into the kitchen. "Your mother and 'Bella are just cooking up a lovely breakfast."
"I'm sure they are." Allie said, nodding seriously.
"The best."
Neither Mum or 'Bella could cook very well . in fact they both sucked at it. "I know what your thinking," Sirius said seriously "but 'Bella's been having lessons!" He said brightly. Then he winked. "She told me so."
Sirius grabbed his two goddaughters and sat them down.
***
Ron was getting really worried. Neither Sirius or Harry had been writing to either him or Hermione all summer. He was expecting a letter from Sirius, but nothing came.
"Maybe you should write again." Hermione said, she was staying at his house after the Viktor Krum thing didn't work out properly. "Maybe Sirius didn't get it."
"Ok, or maybe you should write it."
He handed Hermione a piece of parchment and a quill and ink bottle. "What should I write though? I don't know Sirius that well."
"Neither do I." Ron pointed out. In the end, after a bin full of parchment, the letter read:
Snuffles,
I don't want to worry you but I don't know whether or not you got Ron's last letter. Do you know whether Harry is OK? He hasn't written to Ron or I all summer. To tell you the truth, we don't know what to think! It could be that he's been busy, doesn't like us anymore, or isn't allowed to let Hedwig out or not. We haven't written to Professor Dumbledore yet, we figured you'd do the honors.
Yours sincerely,
Hermione Granger
"That should do." She said, patting Pig on the head as Ron tied the letter up. "I hope he gets it ."
***
Sirius woke up to a tapping on the window. He was lying on the Lupin's fold out couch in the lounge room, Arabella next to him.
Pig, Ron Weasleys owl, was at the window. Sirius smiled at the small owl and got up gently, letting Arabella sleep.
As soon as the window was open, Pig started flying around the room, like a proud maniac. Sirius smiled fondly at the memory of the little owl as he took the letter of its leg.
He read the letter quickly. Oh dear! He'd totally forgotten to write to Ron and Hermione, telling them not to worry. He hadn't even had time to properly make up an excuse for his godsons lack of contact.
He rummaged through a kitchen draw and found an old quill, got the ink from above the windowsill, and grabbed a bottle of ink from the cupboard. He didn't know what was wrong with Harry, but whatever it was obviously made him not want to write to anyone really.
*Dear Hermione and Ron,
I'm very sorry I didn't write back last letter. Harry is fine, I assure you. He wrote to me two days ago actually. He hasn't been able to write to anyone else really because Dumbledore says he shouldn't write to too many people, he doesn't want Harry to attract much attention to himself. Please, don't take it the wrong way, but he doesn't really have much choice. Only three days to go now, anyway. I have to go, I'm staying at Remus Lupin's and I can hear someone waking up. See you,
Your faithful Animagus; Snuffles*
Sirius turned around from the desk he was seated at quickly when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. Allie was standing their, tired eyes and hands on hips.
"You woke me up." She complained.
"Sorry." Sirius said sheepishly. "I forgot you're a light sleeper." He grinned.
"That's an understatement." She mumbled and disappeared into the kitchen. Sirius tied the letter to Pigs leg and shooed him away just before Allie came back out, a glass of orange juice in hand.
"Whom were you writing to?" She asked quietly, looking to make sue she didn't wake up her godmother.
"Oh, Ron and Hermione."
"Who're they?"
"Students at the school. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger." Sirius said.
"Weasley? I've heard dad say something about him before." She thought for a moment. "Come to think of it, Granger sounds familiar too."
"Yes, they were the students to save me from the Dementors kiss. And Snape." Sirius chuckled lightly. He didn't think mentioning Harry would be such a good idea.
"Really? I thought there were three people."
Sirius was already in the kitchen when she said that. "Would you like some toast?" His head popped around the doorframe for a second.
"Yes please, I'll help." Allie commented. "I don't trust you with my food." She added, glaring at him suspiciously. "How about pancakes?"
***
Remus walked into his kitchen, bleary eyed and sleepy. Not for long .
"Allie! Padfoot!" He said in horror, eyes opened wide now.
The kitchen was covered in an off white, brownish goo, which, after inspection, turned out to be pancake mix. And, in the middle of it all was Allie and Sirius, covered from head to foot in it all.
"Umm . sorry?" They both said together, rather sheepishly.
"Why didn't you let me join?" he asked. "You should have woken me up!" Their sheepish smiles turned into grins and they allowed him a path to the fry pan.
***
"So, dad ." Callie said as everyone sat on the balcony, eating mutilated pancakes. "What'll you be teaching us for Defense?"
"Well, Dumbledore wants to go over some stuff later on today, I'll be with him for a few hours, but I think he wants us to go over the Unforgivables and Dark Creatures." Allie tensed a little. "Don't worry, they know about me, and they don't hold it against me . apart from the Slytherins."
***
It was the day before school started and Harry was being taken to Diagon Alley with SNAPE! Dumbledore had a sick sense of humor.
"Listen Potter, I don't like you, and you don't like me, so lets not talk to each other unless absolutely appropriate." Snape snapped.
"Yes, sir." Harry said quietly as they walked out the back of the Leaky Cauldron into the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley.
For the first hour Harry didn't speak at all, he just went to Gringotts, got his books and a new set of robes.
"Professor," Harry said questioningly, "are you OK?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Snape asked, quite put out at Harry's lack of hostility towards him.
"I do have dreams of Voldemort you know ." Harry left the sentence hanging.
"Oh, I see." Snape muttered darkly. "I couldn't be better." He added in answer to Harry's question.
There was silence for a while and Snape disappeared for a half an hour, leaving Harry alone.
"I wouldn't stay on your own too much, Potter." Draco Malfoy snarled. Harry glared at the approaching Slytherin, his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, were behind him.
"Shut your mouth, Malfoy." Harry hissed. "I don't need your rot."
"Ooooh, big mature Potter now, are we." Draco smirked. "Atleast I guess you are mature, not like your own parents. My father told me that they were the most immature little lions in their day."
Harry felt his face burn.
"You'll end up like them one day, you do realize that?" The silver haired Slytherin started walking around the jet-black haired Gryffindor. "Don't you? I mean, you can't expect to live too long."
Whack!
Malfoy rubbed his burning cheek. "You'll pay for that you little ferret." He took a step towards Harry. Before long the two of them were on the ground, rolling around, feet and hands flying everywhere. Crabbe and Goyle joined in with the fighting duo and Harry was largely out numbered.
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I know it isn't a great spot to end a chapter, but I thought you might like another as I haven't written in a while. Please R&R! Next chappy shouldn't be as long! : ) AllieSkittllez!
"Who's that?" Callie asked, pointing to a small looking boy who disappeared into the Dursleys house.
"I don't know." Allie said squinting at the guilty looking boy. "Maybe he's one of Dudley's friends?" She suggested. "He looks a little familiar, eh?" She added.
"Yeah. Anyway, we better get back inside, the others will be up soon."
They both cast one more glance at the house across the street and walked inside. Something was going on.
"There you two are." Sirius grinned as the twins walked through the front door into the kitchen. "Your mother and 'Bella are just cooking up a lovely breakfast."
"I'm sure they are." Allie said, nodding seriously.
"The best."
Neither Mum or 'Bella could cook very well . in fact they both sucked at it. "I know what your thinking," Sirius said seriously "but 'Bella's been having lessons!" He said brightly. Then he winked. "She told me so."
Sirius grabbed his two goddaughters and sat them down.
***
Ron was getting really worried. Neither Sirius or Harry had been writing to either him or Hermione all summer. He was expecting a letter from Sirius, but nothing came.
"Maybe you should write again." Hermione said, she was staying at his house after the Viktor Krum thing didn't work out properly. "Maybe Sirius didn't get it."
"Ok, or maybe you should write it."
He handed Hermione a piece of parchment and a quill and ink bottle. "What should I write though? I don't know Sirius that well."
"Neither do I." Ron pointed out. In the end, after a bin full of parchment, the letter read:
Snuffles,
I don't want to worry you but I don't know whether or not you got Ron's last letter. Do you know whether Harry is OK? He hasn't written to Ron or I all summer. To tell you the truth, we don't know what to think! It could be that he's been busy, doesn't like us anymore, or isn't allowed to let Hedwig out or not. We haven't written to Professor Dumbledore yet, we figured you'd do the honors.
Yours sincerely,
Hermione Granger
"That should do." She said, patting Pig on the head as Ron tied the letter up. "I hope he gets it ."
***
Sirius woke up to a tapping on the window. He was lying on the Lupin's fold out couch in the lounge room, Arabella next to him.
Pig, Ron Weasleys owl, was at the window. Sirius smiled at the small owl and got up gently, letting Arabella sleep.
As soon as the window was open, Pig started flying around the room, like a proud maniac. Sirius smiled fondly at the memory of the little owl as he took the letter of its leg.
He read the letter quickly. Oh dear! He'd totally forgotten to write to Ron and Hermione, telling them not to worry. He hadn't even had time to properly make up an excuse for his godsons lack of contact.
He rummaged through a kitchen draw and found an old quill, got the ink from above the windowsill, and grabbed a bottle of ink from the cupboard. He didn't know what was wrong with Harry, but whatever it was obviously made him not want to write to anyone really.
*Dear Hermione and Ron,
I'm very sorry I didn't write back last letter. Harry is fine, I assure you. He wrote to me two days ago actually. He hasn't been able to write to anyone else really because Dumbledore says he shouldn't write to too many people, he doesn't want Harry to attract much attention to himself. Please, don't take it the wrong way, but he doesn't really have much choice. Only three days to go now, anyway. I have to go, I'm staying at Remus Lupin's and I can hear someone waking up. See you,
Your faithful Animagus; Snuffles*
Sirius turned around from the desk he was seated at quickly when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. Allie was standing their, tired eyes and hands on hips.
"You woke me up." She complained.
"Sorry." Sirius said sheepishly. "I forgot you're a light sleeper." He grinned.
"That's an understatement." She mumbled and disappeared into the kitchen. Sirius tied the letter to Pigs leg and shooed him away just before Allie came back out, a glass of orange juice in hand.
"Whom were you writing to?" She asked quietly, looking to make sue she didn't wake up her godmother.
"Oh, Ron and Hermione."
"Who're they?"
"Students at the school. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger." Sirius said.
"Weasley? I've heard dad say something about him before." She thought for a moment. "Come to think of it, Granger sounds familiar too."
"Yes, they were the students to save me from the Dementors kiss. And Snape." Sirius chuckled lightly. He didn't think mentioning Harry would be such a good idea.
"Really? I thought there were three people."
Sirius was already in the kitchen when she said that. "Would you like some toast?" His head popped around the doorframe for a second.
"Yes please, I'll help." Allie commented. "I don't trust you with my food." She added, glaring at him suspiciously. "How about pancakes?"
***
Remus walked into his kitchen, bleary eyed and sleepy. Not for long .
"Allie! Padfoot!" He said in horror, eyes opened wide now.
The kitchen was covered in an off white, brownish goo, which, after inspection, turned out to be pancake mix. And, in the middle of it all was Allie and Sirius, covered from head to foot in it all.
"Umm . sorry?" They both said together, rather sheepishly.
"Why didn't you let me join?" he asked. "You should have woken me up!" Their sheepish smiles turned into grins and they allowed him a path to the fry pan.
***
"So, dad ." Callie said as everyone sat on the balcony, eating mutilated pancakes. "What'll you be teaching us for Defense?"
"Well, Dumbledore wants to go over some stuff later on today, I'll be with him for a few hours, but I think he wants us to go over the Unforgivables and Dark Creatures." Allie tensed a little. "Don't worry, they know about me, and they don't hold it against me . apart from the Slytherins."
***
It was the day before school started and Harry was being taken to Diagon Alley with SNAPE! Dumbledore had a sick sense of humor.
"Listen Potter, I don't like you, and you don't like me, so lets not talk to each other unless absolutely appropriate." Snape snapped.
"Yes, sir." Harry said quietly as they walked out the back of the Leaky Cauldron into the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley.
For the first hour Harry didn't speak at all, he just went to Gringotts, got his books and a new set of robes.
"Professor," Harry said questioningly, "are you OK?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Snape asked, quite put out at Harry's lack of hostility towards him.
"I do have dreams of Voldemort you know ." Harry left the sentence hanging.
"Oh, I see." Snape muttered darkly. "I couldn't be better." He added in answer to Harry's question.
There was silence for a while and Snape disappeared for a half an hour, leaving Harry alone.
"I wouldn't stay on your own too much, Potter." Draco Malfoy snarled. Harry glared at the approaching Slytherin, his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, were behind him.
"Shut your mouth, Malfoy." Harry hissed. "I don't need your rot."
"Ooooh, big mature Potter now, are we." Draco smirked. "Atleast I guess you are mature, not like your own parents. My father told me that they were the most immature little lions in their day."
Harry felt his face burn.
"You'll end up like them one day, you do realize that?" The silver haired Slytherin started walking around the jet-black haired Gryffindor. "Don't you? I mean, you can't expect to live too long."
Whack!
Malfoy rubbed his burning cheek. "You'll pay for that you little ferret." He took a step towards Harry. Before long the two of them were on the ground, rolling around, feet and hands flying everywhere. Crabbe and Goyle joined in with the fighting duo and Harry was largely out numbered.
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I know it isn't a great spot to end a chapter, but I thought you might like another as I haven't written in a while. Please R&R! Next chappy shouldn't be as long! : ) AllieSkittllez!