A voice from the fire
Disclaimer: God, those police are tricky. I mean, come on. Me? Crazy::All her friends in background cough and look away: What? Ah, they're back. I do not own Harry Potter.
"Harry, you got a letter from Ron." Remus said quickly, seeing the owl perched on the window seal, inwardly sighing in relief.
"Cool. Oh, Da. I finished Hogwarts; A History. It was… informative." Harry hurried off. Remus grinned at Sirius.
"Pay up, Padfoot. He finished." He held out his hand. Sirius groaned and reached into his pocket.
"That sucks. I even hid it from him twice." He dropped a handful of money into Remus' palm.
"That was you. Sirius, Harry thought he lost it. He nearly tore the house apart looking for it. And then I had to clean it up." Remus sighed.
"Sorry, Rem. But you did start the bet." Sirius pointed out. Remus glared at him. Suddenly, Harry hurried back into the room.
"Ron's gonna meet us at the train station tomorrow! I'm going to Hogwarts! I get to see the Lake and the Giant Squid and the Room of Requirement and the Gryffindor Common Room and the Great Hall and the Kitchens…" Harry was dancing around in a circle excitedly.
"Whoa, there, champ. First you have to finish packing." Remus smiled. The boy stopped dancing.
"Oh yeah. Can I owl Ron back first?" He asked.
"Of course. Tell him to tell his mum that I still haven't worked out the cheese thing yet. She'll understand." Remus smiled. Harry nodded and raced off.
"He's a good kid." A voice came from the fire. Sirius and Remus turned around.
Phew! I made it. Wait, I said it. Why do you have a needle? No, wait, I don't like needles. Needles are evil. Back off! Ah…
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