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"Sirius, stay here," Lupin said firmly, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Please. You need to tell Dumbledore where we've gone."
"Kreacher can do that," Sirius muttered dismissively. "I'm coming."
The wizard was fed up with waiting and staying hidden. He was sick of Snape's stupid taunts. He was so tired of being told to be cautious. And now his godson was in danger. Did they really expect him to stay behind and behave like a good little boy? Yeah, right.
Tossing back his dark hair, Sirius pushed past Lupin and out the door. Harry was in trouble, and he was going to go save him. Oh, it felt good to be out of that stupid, hateful old house.
"Kreacher, tell Dumbledore where we've gone," he called into the house. "Come on, Remus. Harry and the others need us."
And, without a second thought, he disapparated.
Fin.