A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters you might recognize.
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Chapter 2: Unexpected Letters
When Harry got in the living room Uncle Vernon pointed to an uncomfortable- looking old chair. "Sit." He commanded.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," he replied as he took the seat.
"Vernon! I thought that boy ran away. You know he isn't good for anything. Can you just put him out on the streets or send him to a factory in some other country. You know, one of the ones where the children work for a dollar a day that starts at 5 am and ends at 9 pm. I think that would do him good, don't you?" Aunt Marge asked.
"Yes, I think it would but unfortunately we have already paid for another two years at St. Brutis's. They wouldn't give us our money back if we asked. Too bad we didn't think of that though," Uncle Vernon said.
"What do you say to that, Boy. Your aunt and uncle are so nice, aren't they. They paid good money to have you fixed at that school. You had better be glad that they took you in and raised you. I wouldn't have. No, sir. You would have been at an orphanage before the day was out had you been dropped on my doorstep."
Harry kept looking at the floor. No one seemed to noticed the faraway look in his eyes. Just ignore them. Think of what will happen when your letters arrive. Imagine the look on the Dursely's faces when they find out that Hedwig is gone from her cage. Maybe I'll get sent outside again and get to talk to Mikkhail. He seemed like he needed a friend and that's definitely what I could use while I'm here.
"Boy. Boy. Answer me, Boy. I asked you some questions, Boy. Vernon, I think you need to straighten him out. Then you should write to that school of his and tell them that they need to put more force behind those whippings. They don't seem to have penetrated his thick skull yet."
Startled back into the conversation in the room, Harry quickly looked around.
"What are you looking at, Boy. Nothing for you to steal here." Aunt Marge stated.
"Who said I was looking for something to take?" and with that he quickly dropped his head and scowled at the floor.
"Are you catching attitude with me, Boy. Vernon, I want you to take this-- this-boy- outside and teach him a few things."
"I think I will, Marge," he replied. To Harry, "Get up, Boy. Get moving. I told you I would finish that punishment."
As Harry walked outside Uncle Vernon pulled off his belt once again. "You had better not stop this belt this time. Or else it will be much worse.
Sirius's PoV
I saw that man-Vernon- take Harry outside and knew that I had to stop him again. I started getting ready to be solid once again and tried to grab the belt before it hit Harry. Unfortunately, I wasn't solid enough. I only managed to slow the belt before it hit. It left a welt, but will probably go away in a week.
Pride welled in my heart. Even as hard as the belt hit, Harry didn't flinch. That boy is tough. I knew I couldn't say anything out loud yet or Vernon would hear me and Harry would know that I was here and tell Dumbledore and Remus.
Then just as the belt was coming down again I used all my strength and emotions to stop it. It worked that time. The belt didn't strike again. Using wand-less magic I made the belt leap back through the belt loops and stick. He would have to wash the pants to get that belt off.
Vernon was so angry that he had been thwarted not once but twice and resorted to using his hands and feet to beat Harry. This made me angrier and stronger than before. I made my whole body solid, though invisible, and put myself between the man and my godson.
When he couldn't hit Harry anymore he yelled at him.
"You worthless freak. You and that bloody bird of your will rot in the cupboard. No one can save you now. Not even than godfather of yours. That's right. There is no one to save you this time. Now, go. You will be let out once a day to go to the bathroom."
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," he walked to the cupboard, muttering under his breath. Little does he know that Hedwig is already on her way to the Burrow, 12 Grimmauld Place, and Hogwarts. There was no way that he could keep him from being rescued. He smirked at the ground. What's a muggle like his Uncle Vernon gonna do to stop the greatest wizard of his time from entering his house, try to shoot him? He busted out laughing at the memory of his first year when Uncle Vernon tried to shoot Hagrid when he came to give Harry his letter. All Hagrid had to do was bend the barrel. That gun never did work properly after that.
He looked up. He just so happened to be in the den. Where the rest of the family was sitting. Oops. Now they really think I'm crazy. Uncle Vernon is going to have to try and beat me again. I wonder why he has only hit me twice, though. It seems as though something is keeping him from carrying out his task. Maybe it's like what Dumbledore was talking about. The magic that is only available when the user is in danger. Erratic magic. That must be it. What else could it be? He looked around quickly to make sure Dobby wasn't there. No one was. No, it couldn't be Dobby. Unless he has learned the difference between save and hurt. He chuckled again. This time he was alone in the kitchen.
Well, seeing as how everyone is busy in the den I might as well grab me some food. He opened the fridge and sighed. There seemed to be nothing that would be edible cold. I wonder what that is. He picked up a bag that was set under container of broccoli. Pizza? I thought Dudley was still on that diet. Maybe Uncle Vernon didn't want to eat so much health food and ordered out at work. He probably ate almost all of it and this is what is left. Oh, well. Looks good to me. He grabbed the bag and quietly closed the fridge. He ran to his cupboard and shut the door before anyone noticed that he has stopped walking.
"Pepperoni," he said to no one. He had eaten all three slices before he stopped. He sighed when he was done. That was great. Out loud, "I wish I had someone to talk to."
"Mars Bars, "Dumbledore said to the gargoyle guarding his door. As he stepped on the revolving staircase he started thinking about that delightful candy. What a wonderful thing the muggles made. Almost as good as some of their other inventions. "Ah. Here we are." The door opened just as he reached the top of the staircase. I wonder if that door is charmed to open automatically for the current headmaster or headmistress. Oh, well. He sat down at his desk and reached for a quill and a piece of parchment he was working on before lunch.
Just as he was about to dip the quill in an inkpot, there was a sharp noise that came suddenly from somewhere behind him. /tap, tap, tap/ "What's this?" He spun around and looked out the window. A snow white owl was perched on the sill outside. It rapped on the window again. "All right," he said as he opened the window. "Are you, by any chance, Harry Potter's bird?" She bobbed her head in an unmistakable nod. Then she held out her leg to which was attached three letters. "Is one of those for me?" Another nod. He untied the letter that had 'Professor Dumbledore' written on it and opened it.
Professor Dumbledore,
I hope this reaches you in good time. I told Hedwig to visit
you first. I need someone to come get me from the Dursely's. Uncle
Vernon has already tried to whip me and has taken away my food for
more than a week. I'm afraid that if I am here for much longer I will
lose control of my magic again like that time a couple of summers ago.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter
After rereading the letter two more times, Dumbledore began a reply. " 'Dear Harry, I will arrange for someone to come pick you up in the next couple of days. Have all your things ready and try not to lose control of your emotions. Also sincerely, Albus Dumbledore' I think that should do. Hedwig, would you care for some water before you return to your travels?" She gave another of those nods and gulped down the water he had summoned for her. "Please deliver this to Harry as soon as you can." He tied it to her left leg and with that she flew through the still-open window. He watched he fly until she disappeared from sight.
"I guess I will have to put off my work for just a bit longer," he said to himself and with a sigh started running through a mental list of Order members that would be free either right now or soon.
All night Harry lay in his cupboard listening to the sounds of the Dursley's snoring. He kept having nightmares when he finally fell asleep. The first he had that night was when Cedric died. He couldn't help thinking it was his fault. If only I had been quicker or not made Cedric grab the Cup then he would still be alive. After he woke up from that one he took a little longer to get back to sleep because the images were still flashing through his mind.
When he finally did, though, he had an even worse nightmare; Voldemort's rebirth. He knew it was not his fault but still could not repress the wave of self-loathing that welled when that night was remembered.
When he next got to sleep, he dreamed of the Department of Mysteries. Now he knew the doors, but when he entered the room with the veil, he froze in remembrance. The scene from that night a couple of months ago started. He saw himself lose the prophecy and Neville try to catch it. Then he saw Sirius start to duel with Bellatrix. The green light shot from her wand and his godfather fell into the veil. After this nightmare, he woke in a cold sweat and could not stop shivering. Oh, Sirius. I wish you were still alive. Then I could be at your house and we could be enjoying the summer. Maybe you could even teach me how to become an Animigus. That would have been great. Now we will never get to do that.
Before he got much further in this train of thought there was an annoying knock on the cupboard door.
"Wake up, Boy. It's time for you to make breakfast. Don't try to take any, and don't burn it or Vernon will get you. Up, now. Up. Up. Up." And with that Aunt Petunia walked up the stairs to wake up her husband and blob of a son. Aunt Marge was already on her way down. Great. Just what I need. An audience while I make a breakfast that I can't eat. Today is going to be great.
As he was opening his door, Dudley ran by, knocked him back in and slammed the door again. "Hurry up, Potter. Wouldn't want my father to catch you slacking now, would you?" He laughed and walked into the kitchen to also wait for Harry to start cooking.
When he got in the kitchen he pulled out two skillets and a loaf of bread. Aunt Petunia had already gotten out the bacon and eggs. She's probably counted the slices of bacon to make sure I don't eat any. Not that she'd have to worry. Dudley would tell her if I did.
After he got breakfast done and put on their plates Uncle Vernon sent him outside. "Go do something. After breakfast you can rake the yard." So Harry did as he was told and went outside to 'do something.'
There was a slight rustle in the garden and suddenly Mikkhail's head was poking out of some bushes that were low to the ground.
Harry! Have you come out to talk some more? he asked.
I guess I have. You see, I'm not allowed inside right now and don't have to start my work until after they get done with breakfast, Harry replied.
Ok. While you work I will be looking for something to eat but for now I think I will just sit here and start getting warm.
About twenty minutes later there was a yell from inside. "Time to start working, Boy. And don't come in until you are finished," Uncle Vernon yelled from inside.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," he said.
Arthur looked up as the twins and Ron came downstairs for breakfast. "Good morning, children. I trust you are having a good vacation so far."
"Yeah, Dad. It's been great." Ron said.
"Yeah, Dad. Just great." The twins went back to their conversation in low whispers.
"Hey! It's Hedwig. Harry sent a letter. Oh, and the Prophet is here, Dad." Ron said as two owls landed on the table. As Ron made a grab for Hedwig, she nipped his finger and turned to his father.
"Oh, I guess it's for me then." He untied one of the remaining letters on her right foot and unfolded it.
Dear Mr. Weasley,
I was wondering if Ron could come spend a week or two with me at
Grimmauld place. If he can could you please send a note back with
Hedwig and I will send her to you again when I get there.
Sincerely,
Harry
He burst out laughing at the formality of the letter. "Sounds like Harry wants you to come spend a few weeks with him at Grimmauld Place, Ron. Interesting way he put it though."
"Sure I'll go. Are you going to write him back?" Ron asked.
"I will right now if you get me something to write with." At this Ron jumped up to get a quill.
"Don't worry about it, Ron," said George. "Yeah, we'll get it," Fred finished.
"Accio quill!" they both shouted. About ten quills came racing to them. "Whoops. Didn't mean to do that. Oh, well, here you go, Dad."
"Thanks, Gred and Forge...I mean Fred and George," Mr. Weasely said.
Dear Harry,
Ron said he would love to go and is awaiting your owl.
Hope you're enjoying your summer,
Arthur
"All right. Hedwig?" She held out her left leg and he quickly tied the letter to it. "Will you have a piece of bacon before you go?" She bobbed her head and gently plucked the bacon from his hand. In two gulps it was gone and a moment later so was she.
It was getting late and Remus was just finishing dinner at Grimmauld Place. Two more weeks until the full moon. I need to write Snape and ask him to send me some of that potion. He got up to put his plate in the sink. As he started washing it, he noticed that there was an owl outside of the window above the sink. "Hold on, Hedwig. I'll get that window open in a second. He unlocked it and pulled. Hedwig glided onto the table where she held out her leg that had only one letter on it. "A letter from Harry?" She bobbed her head. "Just a moment." He untied the letter that had 'Remus' in Harry's untidy scrawl and opened it.
Dear Remus,
I was wondering where you are staying at right now. If you
are at Sirius's house would you mind if Ron and I come to stay for a
couple of weeks. I also want to invite Ginny and Hermione. Please
send your answer back with Hedwig.
Truly,
Harry
"What do you think, Hedwig? Should I let all of them come here for a while?" She gave him another nod and a small hoot. "Ok. Hold on while I get something to write on and with." He walked into the parlor which was now clean because of Molly's antics. On the desk was a scrap of parchment and an eagle quill. He dipped the quill and wrote:
Dear Harry,
Sure you can come. I am at Sirius's house and would love
the company. Perhaps when Hermione gets here she will be able to make
my potion. If not
then all of you will have the house to yourselves for a couple of
days.
See you soon,
Remus
"There we go. Hedwig, are you ready for a delivery?" She held out the leg that now held no letters and waited patiently for him to tie the letter on. "Thank you, Hedwig." With that she flew through the window again and was gone.
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Chapter 2: Unexpected Letters
When Harry got in the living room Uncle Vernon pointed to an uncomfortable- looking old chair. "Sit." He commanded.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," he replied as he took the seat.
"Vernon! I thought that boy ran away. You know he isn't good for anything. Can you just put him out on the streets or send him to a factory in some other country. You know, one of the ones where the children work for a dollar a day that starts at 5 am and ends at 9 pm. I think that would do him good, don't you?" Aunt Marge asked.
"Yes, I think it would but unfortunately we have already paid for another two years at St. Brutis's. They wouldn't give us our money back if we asked. Too bad we didn't think of that though," Uncle Vernon said.
"What do you say to that, Boy. Your aunt and uncle are so nice, aren't they. They paid good money to have you fixed at that school. You had better be glad that they took you in and raised you. I wouldn't have. No, sir. You would have been at an orphanage before the day was out had you been dropped on my doorstep."
Harry kept looking at the floor. No one seemed to noticed the faraway look in his eyes. Just ignore them. Think of what will happen when your letters arrive. Imagine the look on the Dursely's faces when they find out that Hedwig is gone from her cage. Maybe I'll get sent outside again and get to talk to Mikkhail. He seemed like he needed a friend and that's definitely what I could use while I'm here.
"Boy. Boy. Answer me, Boy. I asked you some questions, Boy. Vernon, I think you need to straighten him out. Then you should write to that school of his and tell them that they need to put more force behind those whippings. They don't seem to have penetrated his thick skull yet."
Startled back into the conversation in the room, Harry quickly looked around.
"What are you looking at, Boy. Nothing for you to steal here." Aunt Marge stated.
"Who said I was looking for something to take?" and with that he quickly dropped his head and scowled at the floor.
"Are you catching attitude with me, Boy. Vernon, I want you to take this-- this-boy- outside and teach him a few things."
"I think I will, Marge," he replied. To Harry, "Get up, Boy. Get moving. I told you I would finish that punishment."
As Harry walked outside Uncle Vernon pulled off his belt once again. "You had better not stop this belt this time. Or else it will be much worse.
Sirius's PoV
I saw that man-Vernon- take Harry outside and knew that I had to stop him again. I started getting ready to be solid once again and tried to grab the belt before it hit Harry. Unfortunately, I wasn't solid enough. I only managed to slow the belt before it hit. It left a welt, but will probably go away in a week.
Pride welled in my heart. Even as hard as the belt hit, Harry didn't flinch. That boy is tough. I knew I couldn't say anything out loud yet or Vernon would hear me and Harry would know that I was here and tell Dumbledore and Remus.
Then just as the belt was coming down again I used all my strength and emotions to stop it. It worked that time. The belt didn't strike again. Using wand-less magic I made the belt leap back through the belt loops and stick. He would have to wash the pants to get that belt off.
Vernon was so angry that he had been thwarted not once but twice and resorted to using his hands and feet to beat Harry. This made me angrier and stronger than before. I made my whole body solid, though invisible, and put myself between the man and my godson.
When he couldn't hit Harry anymore he yelled at him.
"You worthless freak. You and that bloody bird of your will rot in the cupboard. No one can save you now. Not even than godfather of yours. That's right. There is no one to save you this time. Now, go. You will be let out once a day to go to the bathroom."
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," he walked to the cupboard, muttering under his breath. Little does he know that Hedwig is already on her way to the Burrow, 12 Grimmauld Place, and Hogwarts. There was no way that he could keep him from being rescued. He smirked at the ground. What's a muggle like his Uncle Vernon gonna do to stop the greatest wizard of his time from entering his house, try to shoot him? He busted out laughing at the memory of his first year when Uncle Vernon tried to shoot Hagrid when he came to give Harry his letter. All Hagrid had to do was bend the barrel. That gun never did work properly after that.
He looked up. He just so happened to be in the den. Where the rest of the family was sitting. Oops. Now they really think I'm crazy. Uncle Vernon is going to have to try and beat me again. I wonder why he has only hit me twice, though. It seems as though something is keeping him from carrying out his task. Maybe it's like what Dumbledore was talking about. The magic that is only available when the user is in danger. Erratic magic. That must be it. What else could it be? He looked around quickly to make sure Dobby wasn't there. No one was. No, it couldn't be Dobby. Unless he has learned the difference between save and hurt. He chuckled again. This time he was alone in the kitchen.
Well, seeing as how everyone is busy in the den I might as well grab me some food. He opened the fridge and sighed. There seemed to be nothing that would be edible cold. I wonder what that is. He picked up a bag that was set under container of broccoli. Pizza? I thought Dudley was still on that diet. Maybe Uncle Vernon didn't want to eat so much health food and ordered out at work. He probably ate almost all of it and this is what is left. Oh, well. Looks good to me. He grabbed the bag and quietly closed the fridge. He ran to his cupboard and shut the door before anyone noticed that he has stopped walking.
"Pepperoni," he said to no one. He had eaten all three slices before he stopped. He sighed when he was done. That was great. Out loud, "I wish I had someone to talk to."
"Mars Bars, "Dumbledore said to the gargoyle guarding his door. As he stepped on the revolving staircase he started thinking about that delightful candy. What a wonderful thing the muggles made. Almost as good as some of their other inventions. "Ah. Here we are." The door opened just as he reached the top of the staircase. I wonder if that door is charmed to open automatically for the current headmaster or headmistress. Oh, well. He sat down at his desk and reached for a quill and a piece of parchment he was working on before lunch.
Just as he was about to dip the quill in an inkpot, there was a sharp noise that came suddenly from somewhere behind him. /tap, tap, tap/ "What's this?" He spun around and looked out the window. A snow white owl was perched on the sill outside. It rapped on the window again. "All right," he said as he opened the window. "Are you, by any chance, Harry Potter's bird?" She bobbed her head in an unmistakable nod. Then she held out her leg to which was attached three letters. "Is one of those for me?" Another nod. He untied the letter that had 'Professor Dumbledore' written on it and opened it.
Professor Dumbledore,
I hope this reaches you in good time. I told Hedwig to visit
you first. I need someone to come get me from the Dursely's. Uncle
Vernon has already tried to whip me and has taken away my food for
more than a week. I'm afraid that if I am here for much longer I will
lose control of my magic again like that time a couple of summers ago.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter
After rereading the letter two more times, Dumbledore began a reply. " 'Dear Harry, I will arrange for someone to come pick you up in the next couple of days. Have all your things ready and try not to lose control of your emotions. Also sincerely, Albus Dumbledore' I think that should do. Hedwig, would you care for some water before you return to your travels?" She gave another of those nods and gulped down the water he had summoned for her. "Please deliver this to Harry as soon as you can." He tied it to her left leg and with that she flew through the still-open window. He watched he fly until she disappeared from sight.
"I guess I will have to put off my work for just a bit longer," he said to himself and with a sigh started running through a mental list of Order members that would be free either right now or soon.
All night Harry lay in his cupboard listening to the sounds of the Dursley's snoring. He kept having nightmares when he finally fell asleep. The first he had that night was when Cedric died. He couldn't help thinking it was his fault. If only I had been quicker or not made Cedric grab the Cup then he would still be alive. After he woke up from that one he took a little longer to get back to sleep because the images were still flashing through his mind.
When he finally did, though, he had an even worse nightmare; Voldemort's rebirth. He knew it was not his fault but still could not repress the wave of self-loathing that welled when that night was remembered.
When he next got to sleep, he dreamed of the Department of Mysteries. Now he knew the doors, but when he entered the room with the veil, he froze in remembrance. The scene from that night a couple of months ago started. He saw himself lose the prophecy and Neville try to catch it. Then he saw Sirius start to duel with Bellatrix. The green light shot from her wand and his godfather fell into the veil. After this nightmare, he woke in a cold sweat and could not stop shivering. Oh, Sirius. I wish you were still alive. Then I could be at your house and we could be enjoying the summer. Maybe you could even teach me how to become an Animigus. That would have been great. Now we will never get to do that.
Before he got much further in this train of thought there was an annoying knock on the cupboard door.
"Wake up, Boy. It's time for you to make breakfast. Don't try to take any, and don't burn it or Vernon will get you. Up, now. Up. Up. Up." And with that Aunt Petunia walked up the stairs to wake up her husband and blob of a son. Aunt Marge was already on her way down. Great. Just what I need. An audience while I make a breakfast that I can't eat. Today is going to be great.
As he was opening his door, Dudley ran by, knocked him back in and slammed the door again. "Hurry up, Potter. Wouldn't want my father to catch you slacking now, would you?" He laughed and walked into the kitchen to also wait for Harry to start cooking.
When he got in the kitchen he pulled out two skillets and a loaf of bread. Aunt Petunia had already gotten out the bacon and eggs. She's probably counted the slices of bacon to make sure I don't eat any. Not that she'd have to worry. Dudley would tell her if I did.
After he got breakfast done and put on their plates Uncle Vernon sent him outside. "Go do something. After breakfast you can rake the yard." So Harry did as he was told and went outside to 'do something.'
There was a slight rustle in the garden and suddenly Mikkhail's head was poking out of some bushes that were low to the ground.
Harry! Have you come out to talk some more? he asked.
I guess I have. You see, I'm not allowed inside right now and don't have to start my work until after they get done with breakfast, Harry replied.
Ok. While you work I will be looking for something to eat but for now I think I will just sit here and start getting warm.
About twenty minutes later there was a yell from inside. "Time to start working, Boy. And don't come in until you are finished," Uncle Vernon yelled from inside.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," he said.
Arthur looked up as the twins and Ron came downstairs for breakfast. "Good morning, children. I trust you are having a good vacation so far."
"Yeah, Dad. It's been great." Ron said.
"Yeah, Dad. Just great." The twins went back to their conversation in low whispers.
"Hey! It's Hedwig. Harry sent a letter. Oh, and the Prophet is here, Dad." Ron said as two owls landed on the table. As Ron made a grab for Hedwig, she nipped his finger and turned to his father.
"Oh, I guess it's for me then." He untied one of the remaining letters on her right foot and unfolded it.
Dear Mr. Weasley,
I was wondering if Ron could come spend a week or two with me at
Grimmauld place. If he can could you please send a note back with
Hedwig and I will send her to you again when I get there.
Sincerely,
Harry
He burst out laughing at the formality of the letter. "Sounds like Harry wants you to come spend a few weeks with him at Grimmauld Place, Ron. Interesting way he put it though."
"Sure I'll go. Are you going to write him back?" Ron asked.
"I will right now if you get me something to write with." At this Ron jumped up to get a quill.
"Don't worry about it, Ron," said George. "Yeah, we'll get it," Fred finished.
"Accio quill!" they both shouted. About ten quills came racing to them. "Whoops. Didn't mean to do that. Oh, well, here you go, Dad."
"Thanks, Gred and Forge...I mean Fred and George," Mr. Weasely said.
Dear Harry,
Ron said he would love to go and is awaiting your owl.
Hope you're enjoying your summer,
Arthur
"All right. Hedwig?" She held out her left leg and he quickly tied the letter to it. "Will you have a piece of bacon before you go?" She bobbed her head and gently plucked the bacon from his hand. In two gulps it was gone and a moment later so was she.
It was getting late and Remus was just finishing dinner at Grimmauld Place. Two more weeks until the full moon. I need to write Snape and ask him to send me some of that potion. He got up to put his plate in the sink. As he started washing it, he noticed that there was an owl outside of the window above the sink. "Hold on, Hedwig. I'll get that window open in a second. He unlocked it and pulled. Hedwig glided onto the table where she held out her leg that had only one letter on it. "A letter from Harry?" She bobbed her head. "Just a moment." He untied the letter that had 'Remus' in Harry's untidy scrawl and opened it.
Dear Remus,
I was wondering where you are staying at right now. If you
are at Sirius's house would you mind if Ron and I come to stay for a
couple of weeks. I also want to invite Ginny and Hermione. Please
send your answer back with Hedwig.
Truly,
Harry
"What do you think, Hedwig? Should I let all of them come here for a while?" She gave him another nod and a small hoot. "Ok. Hold on while I get something to write on and with." He walked into the parlor which was now clean because of Molly's antics. On the desk was a scrap of parchment and an eagle quill. He dipped the quill and wrote:
Dear Harry,
Sure you can come. I am at Sirius's house and would love
the company. Perhaps when Hermione gets here she will be able to make
my potion. If not
then all of you will have the house to yourselves for a couple of
days.
See you soon,
Remus
"There we go. Hedwig, are you ready for a delivery?" She held out the leg that now held no letters and waited patiently for him to tie the letter on. "Thank you, Hedwig." With that she flew through the window again and was gone.
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