Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor am affiliated with Harry Potter in any way. This fan fiction is just for entertainment. You can put that gun away now.

Author's Note:

Hello. I'm terribly sorry for not updating sooner. I was just really busy and I apologize to my readers. I hope this chapter is good and worth the wait…if it's not than at least I decided to continue on with this story and that means something to me (most I just give up on).

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III Candy Cane Child III

Ps: nor do I own the title of this chapter, the credit goes to the White Stripes

Yes…I devoted a whole chapter to Lupin packing.

Chapter Four: Bound to Pack it Up

"Harry" I begin to say, but my voice is overpowered by the overlapping voices of other people. My voice disappears into the background as well as Harry. No longer is he there with his three friends. I sigh, what if Harry doesn't know the truth about Sirius? He'll have to know sooner or later. I look at the sun; it's already been an hour that I've sat at the same table. It's getting late, if I want to be packed and ready for tomorrow, and still have time to browse around some more, I should be leaving.

I get up, protectively holding on to my purchases, and walk away to the Leaky Cauldron. If Sirius has escaped, then what will happen at Hogwarts? I try not to think about it as I enter the little bar, that isn't yet full, and go up the rickety staircase. I arrive at the wooden door that guards what has been my home for a very long time. I go in and dump all of my bags on the bed, the result looks like a mountain is growing out of the mattress. Oh well, I've never been the most perfectly organized person, though I may seem like it at times. The time is now 2:30…I want to be in bed by 8 pm or so because I want to make sure I wake up early tomorrow. I look around the room that I had grown so used to. It's small, with a bed in the middle, a floor length mirror on the wall and a window that opens up to the muggle's London. It's funny how a human can get so attached to his belongings, or housing if he stays in it for more than a week, I know I'm going to be missing the room. I get my two

suitcases from under the bed and open it up. I have two suitcases, one is a worn out brown suitcase and the other one is a small one that used to be raven black, but now it looks more gray. I decide to use the brown suitcase for my clothes (as I have the least clothes a man can survive with) and the black but turned gray suitcase for my books (some donated ones that I got from the old book shop).

I go to my, or the inn owner's, chest of drawers and take out all of my robes, and stack them on what space is left on the bed. Robe by robe I stack them into the suitcase, carefully folding each one, trying not to wrinkle it. Even if they are worn, torn and patched, I still want to keep them from wrinkles. I have wrinkles myself, and I don't want to give my clothes the burden and embarrassment of wrinkles. I shouldn't have any at all, just like I shouldn't have gray thinning hair. I get my other two pairs of shoes and put them neatly next to my robes. The suitcase closes perfectly, and I put a locking charm on it so it won't open up in any circumstance. Only my "formal" robes are left outside, with the exception of the ones I'm wearing now (which I will use as pajamas…I already packed my sleeping robes)

It's already around 3:10, and I decide to have a little break. I'm so tired, this day is so incredibly stuffy that it makes anyone want to take to a bed and sleep. Sleep overcomes me and I lie on the rug that covers up a badly scratched area of the hardwood floor. Using my hand and arm as a pillow, I curl up and let sleep take over. I shut my eyelids and go into a dream world where everything is packing into a big black box. All of Diagon Alley gets vacuumed up into a big swirling vortex; the people go along as well, looking like little ants. Brick by brick, store by store, person by person until I'm the only one left. I walk around the dark place; even the sun has gone. A distant bark is heard. "Sirius?" I ask. Bark. " Where are you?"

" Here." A big black dog says.

" When are you coming to see me?" I ask.

" Soon, pretty soon."

I wake up, startled. Did I sleep for so long that the once brightly lit room has a orange glow to it? The wall clock reads 6:30 but I deny it. How can it be 6:30 pm already? I scramble to my feet and go out the door and down the stairs. My stomach is begging for a pea soup that I order from the bartender. While I wait, I notice that a couple is sitting around the bar. Not wanting to be bothered right now, I go to a dark corner, making the waiter have a hard time finding me. I eat the pea soup, wondering how life at Hogwarts, as an adult and teacher, will be. I finish and leave a tip and go up the stairs.

I finish my packing around 7:00. Wanting to look more around Diagon Alley, I decide to go out and walk around. The evening air is pleasant, cool but not cold. I enter into Flourish and Blotts once more and buy more quills and parchment, than I head to the ice cream parlor to buy a big helping of vanilla mint chocolate ice cream, which reminds me, I want some more chocolate. I go into the ice cream store, which luckily serves as a chocolate shop as well, and buy a lot of chocolate from Honeydukes.

Finally, my curfew comes up and I head back to The Leaky Cauldron, knowing that this is the last time I will be able to be around here for a whole year. For the fifth time I go up the stair case and into my dark room. I light the oil lamps and open up the gray suitcase and put in my newly bought supplies (chocolate can come in handy). I take the suitcases near the door, lock it and go into my bed, knowing that this is the last time I will sleep in this place I've come to call home.

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Candy Cane Child