Harry and Albus walked into the largest hut, followed by Bill Weasley.

Sirius, upon confirming that he didn't need to be present for the meeting with Supervisor Deathspear and that Harry was perfectly safe, had transformed into his dog form and dove into the pool. His dog paddling amusing half of the pool's occupants and irritating the other half. Remus grumbled about keeping an eye on Sirius and followed his friend. Though, Remus's grumbles would have been more believable if he had not transfigured his clothes into a modest pair of swim trunks.

As Harry looked around the hut, he saw five wizards, two witches, and a dozen goblins (Harry was unable to differentiate between their sexes) who were all collected around various tables and studying various maps, books, and parchments.

"Supervisor Deathspear…" spoke Bill. A slim goblin looked up from a parchment covered in a series of numbers and figures that Harry could not comprehend.

"Ah… Albus" spoke Deathspear in a cultured English accent. "I see you have finally brought your new pupil to teach him the only profession worth knowing. Mister Potter, it is an honor to meet you."

Harry smiled in response. "It is an honor to meet you as well, Supervisor Deathspear. I look forward to learning all about wards… and…" Harry looked over at Albus with a smirk, and then looked back at the goblin. He then pulled up his months' old memory, and precisely spoke a phrase in Gobbledegook.

Deathspear along with the goblins and a couple humans all chuckled in response.

"Well," spoke Deathspear. "If you're going to memorize any phrase in my language, you could do much worse then telling me that goblins are awesome."

Albus's eyes twinkled in delight at Harry.

"However," Deathspear spoke in a suddenly serious tone. "I understand that you are in possession of the Sword of Gryffindor. Might I see it?"

Harry frowned in confusion. Looking up, he saw Albus's expression become stern as he pulled the sword out of one of his shrunken trunks. He handed Harry the sword. Harry awkwardly held the sword by the hilt as its blade pointed at the ceiling. Deathspear walked over and examined the sword without touching it.

"Remarkable… Jones, look at this craftmanship. Do you see how that edge is still honed? THAT is what Heartgnash was trying to describe to you when you asked for ways to distinguish Goblin-made blades from Human-made blades when searching a tomb."

A witch who appeared to be in her twenties had come over to peer at the sword closely. She started to reach out her hand to touch the edge when Deathspear knocked it away. Jones looked over at Deathspear, with a startled expression.

"Jones, what did you think you were doing?"

Jones appeared confused. "I was just going to test the sharpness."

Deathspear sighed in frustration. "Ignoring that is not yours to touch, would you do that with a sword you found in a tomb?"

Jones paled in response. "Of course not! I wouldn't know if it was poisoned or cursed or would set off a trap... I see! I'm sorry Supervisor Deathspear."

Deathspear's head simply shook in annoyance. "Heartgnash! I think Jones needs to be run through the basic training… again."

One of the goblins in the room spoke up. "Yes, Supervisor Deathspear!" Harry then heard the goblin mutter softly about how it would be nice to go a month without running someone through basic training.

Deathspear ignored the muttering and looked back at the witch. "For your information, Jones, this blade has recently been used to kill a basilisk and has been soaked in its venom. What does that tell you?"

Jones' face paled even further. "That cutting myself on the sword would be the same as being bit by a basilisk…"

Deathspear nodded in satisfaction at seeing the lesson sink in. "Weasley! Mister Potter here is in possession of a Goblin-made blade. Does that spark any concern for you?"

Bill looked at Harry and then Albus, who Harry noticed was rolling his eyes slightly, and gulped. "Sorry, Harry… Goblin-made blades, like all Goblin-made items are property of the Goblins. Wizards and Witches merely lease the creation for their lifetime. Upon their death, they are supposed to have all Goblin-made items returned to the creator, their family, or Gringotts. As such, Harry is holding what would be considered to be the rightful property of the Goblins."

Deathspear smiled evilly and looked towards Harry, making Harry feel nervous.

"Perhaps we should discuss Weasley's concerns in private Mister Potter."

Despite the cool temperature of the hut, Harry felt himself begin to sweat as he and Albus followed Deathspear into a private room of the hut.

As they entered the private room, Deathspear ran one finger across a line of runes etched into the door frame. The goblin then stared at Harry with a vicious grin.

After a few uncomfortable seconds, the grin transformed from vicious to amused. After which the goblin began to chuckle good naturedly.

Albus sighed. "Was that really necessary?"

"Perhaps not, but it was rather amusing."

Harry looked between Albus and Deathspear with confusion. "What is going on? I thought you were upset that I had the Sword of Gryffindor."

Deathspear moved over to a desk and picked up a jug of water, pouring three glasses while answering.

"Mister Potter, the only thing I am upset about is that you hold such an exquisite blade with such poor form. I do hope Albus is planning on finding you someone who can teach you to make the most of what you have there."

Deathspear looked over at Albus, who winced.

"It hadn't occurred to me. I'll make some enquiries, assuming Harry is interested of course."

Deathspear nodded with satisfaction. "Wonderful! And I do hope you think seriously on that offer Mister Potter, as you will of course be keeping the blade… well, assuming another 'True Gryffindor' doesn't have need for the blade and summons it away from you."

Harry looked at Deathspear in shock. "But… it's Goblin-made and…"

Deathspear held up a finger to interrupt Harry.

"Mister Potter, I am going to share a secret with you. Normally I wouldn't tell you this, however I am sure that Albus would share it with you if I didn't first. But, first, I have a question for you. Why do you think Gringotts trains and employees Curse Breakers?"

Harry furrowed his brow as he accepted a glass of ice-cold water. "I… I suppose you mean something more than breaking curses… and wards I guess… you mentioned tombs to that lady… so… you break the wards protecting tombs?"

"For the most part, that is correct. We also use our skills on occasion to safely accept spelled items as forms of payment, along with installing wards or tearing them down for clients. Our team's primary revenue stream though is to slowly work our way through magical tombs around the world and sell what we find to collectors."

"OK… but what does that have to do with Goblin-made items?"

Deathspear grinned. "If we really held to the belief that creations belong to the creator or their descendants, shouldn't we hunt down the descendants of the creators of each item we loot from the tombs? Failing that, shouldn't we give all Human-made creations to the local Human government free of charge? We may be well paid grave robbers Mister Potter, but we are not hypocrites."

Harry stared at the goblin in shock. "Then… then why did Bill think Goblin-made items belong to the goblin people?"

Deathspear shrugged with a smirk. "A few hundred years ago, one of our human employees was trying to learn our language and overheard two senior Curse Breakers sharing an old joke, which is much funnier when spoken in Gobbledegook. The thrust of the joke goes as follows. What are the two certainties of life? The first is that wealthy wizards will always buy Goblin-made goods. The second is that ownership of those Goblin-made goods will eventually revert to the Goblins when those wealthy wizards pass on. Now, the employee misunderstood and thought that meant his superiors were sharing a facet of Goblin society where we view our creations as being leased. In reality, it was a reflection of the fact that some of our people like creating things, and others of us like to loot the tombs of our old clients and so inevitably will regain possession of the creations of our people… along with everything else our old clients were buried with."

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose and groaned. "And they didn't correct the wizard because…"

"Initially because it was funny. Then the rumor started to spread amongst the humans, and we started to see some humans giving their Goblin-made items to us for free with the hopes of currying favor, or negotiating for terms to pay us for extending the lease that never existed in the first place. So, while we have never explicitly confirmed the rumor, we encourage its spread."

"And Albus knows the truth?"

Albus chuckled and interjected at this point. "I can speak Gobbledegook, Harry. So, I have heard the original joke and discovered the truth a long time ago."

Deathspear smiled at Harry. "And that was frustrating, I'll tell you. When I tried to pull the prank on Albus, he already knew the truth. Luckily Albus was willing to not volunteer the truth to others, but I still missed being able to see him worried about the Goblin-made dagger he happened to have when I first met him. Considering how many times he caused me frustration I just wanted to pay him back a little. Unfortunately for you, Mister Potter, you were the handy tool."

Harry smiled. "I can understand wanting to get back at him…"

Harry's smile dimmed and turned into a frown. "Wait… does that mean Gringotts rips off people who are just trying to do the right thing by returning Goblin-made items?"

Deathspear shrugged. "Usually we are dealing with someone who is looking for something in return and we will take their motives into account. I will say that nearly every goblin who has a front-facing position at Gringotts is honorable enough to rebuff the rare witch or wizard who treats goblins with respect and is attempting to return the Goblin-made items because they believe the rumors and just want to do the right thing. We will tell them we are rewarding their kindness by gifting the item to them, or something along those lines. Of course, not all goblins at Gringotts are honorable … there is one cart runner who probably doesn't have enough honor to keep himself from backstabbing someone who just saved his life if there is a profit to be made, which is why he has not received a promotion in over two decades… and I probably shouldn't have shared that last part, so please keep it between us."

Harry nodded. "Of course! So… how did Albus frustrate you so much?"

Deathspear sighed. "When I first started in the field, about thirty years ago, Albus happened to be passing through the area to discuss the curses on some random dagger with my supervisor. He walked into the tomb we were in and he saw me about to set off a trap that would have my body melt, freeze, and shatter all while I could feel everything. Obviously, he stopped me, but it left my supervisor severely unimpressed with my skills and I was about to be fired. Albus then said he had a free month and was willing to train me in the basics, which gave me a reprieve. Unless his one on one teaching style has changed dramatically, I am guessing you understanding how quickly he can start to become frustrating. Especially as it so damn effective!"

Harry grinned and nodded, while Albus looked incredibly pleased with himself. "I think he's gotten worse. So, what about the sword?"

Deathspear grinned. "I'll tell the human employees that we came to an understanding. Now, do you want to rest first, or do you want to go to our training grounds and start making things explode?"

Harry's grin grew much wider.

It was two weeks later, and Harry was staring at a box.

Thanks to Albus incorporating the new ward detection and ward breaking spells into his training schedule, he had picked up the basic spells quickly. The rest of the training was still exhausting, as Remus and Sirius had also started to learn new tricks and forced Harry to continually new spells. Exhausting, but rewarding.

Sadly, the ward breaking was slow going. The detection spells filled his mind with collections of numbers, colors, figures, random sensations, and odd impressions upon his magic. As Albus and Deathspear explained, learning to interpret the results of the detection spells was a process that was a combination of study and experience. Technically he could get by on the introductory detection spell, assuming he was willing to spend his entire life devoted to learning how to interpret the results. Since he wanted to learn how to break wards effectively (where he didn't cause massive explosions… despite how satisfying they were to trigger to blow off steam) in less than a century, Remus was teaching him Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, while Deathspear was walking him through the additional detection spells that are used to narrow down the results.

Perenelle's book on wards provided a plethora of shortcuts that Harry could use, which he was eager to test out. Unfortunately, all her techniques assumed that one could visually see magic. Sadly, Albus had undersold how painful it was to see magic without outside aid. For the first week of attempts, Harry was able to stand the pain for almost a full second before losing his concentration. Harry found himself even more impressed by Albus's ability to make it seem so effortless. Eventually he managed to follow Albus's technique and use Occlumency to shunt the pain to a room in his mind. Even with that, the room still filled rapidly. As such, he could now manage a full ten seconds (two seconds spent with his eyes open, and the rest of the time with eyes screwed shut as he attempted to fight through the agony). For now, following Perenelle's advice remained a distant goal.

All of that led to Harry staring at a box.

The task was simple. Open the box and take the quill sitting inside the box.

Harry cast the basic detection spell. The feedback was mostly nonsensical, but he recognized the taste of cinnamon mixed with the shape of an eagle surrounded by an alternating series of sevens and twelves. He had seen that before in the family of wards that explode when physically touched.

Harry cast the explosive ward detection spell. The feedback returned with a sense of pleasure, indicating he was on the right path. He could taste the color magenta and… the rest made no sense. What the hell did tasting magenta mean? Was it the same as smelling light pink? If so, then a cooling charm on the left back corner followed by the basic ward break spell should do it…

Harry shrugged and cast the cooling charm and the ward break spell on the left back corner, body tensed as he awaited the explosion. And… no explosion!

Harry grinned as he walked slowly towards the box. He tentatively touched the box and was pleased that the box remained unharmed.

With a slow breath, he opened the lid. He looked inside to see the quill sitting there in all its ordinary glory. He then saw a tiny spark of flame at the nib of the quill. His eyes widened in shock as his senses screamed at the feel of a rapidly spreading column of magical power. He leapt backwards to the floor and did a backward shoulder roll when he hit the ground, in order to increase his distance. He looked up in time to see a gout of flame shoot ten feet into the air.

Harry sighed as he went to his desk to write down his notes, and then glared at the next box sitting on the floor. Maybe the fifteenth box would be a success (it wasn't).

That night, Harry was reviewing his notes in the hut he shared with Albus, Sirius, Remus, and Dobby. Albus read silently nearby (answering questions as Harry thought of them). Sirius, Remus, and Dobby were enjoying the evening swim at the pool.

Harry set aside his notes and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Standing up, he stretched his back and walked to the window and admired the pyramid gleaming white in front of him. As he took in the sight, his eyes flicked up and saw an airplane flying high overhead. A frown formed on his face.

"Albus?"

Albus looked up from his book. "Hmmm?"

"How do they keep this place invisible to the muggles?"

Albus smiled. "Ah, that is an interesting question. The answer is rather complicated, but the short answer is that they don't."

Harry looked at Albus's playful smile and felt himself smile in response to the older man's enthusiasm.

"Alright… they don't… so that means… the pyramid is naturally invisible?"

"An excellent deduction, Harry. However, you are making a faulty assumption."

Albus waved his wand at the trunk containing all his bookcases, as Harry furrowed his brow.

"I'm making an assumption? I… is… no, I'm lost. What is my assumption?"

Albus caught a book that zoomed through the air towards his head, and then turned back to Harry.

"What do you remember about our arrival here two weeks ago?"

Harry responded as Albus began to flip through the pages of the book. "I couldn't see anything, and then Bill keyed me into the wards. Then the pyramid and town became visible."

Albus looked up, holding the book open to a specific page as his eyes danced with delight. "Are you certain about that? Try to reexamine the memory using your Occlumency skills."

Harry raised an eyebrow in response but nodded and closed his eyes. He entered his room that contained that specific memory. He quickly lifted and unfolded the memory and found himself reliving the moment.

Albus apparated him to the middle of a desert. He looked around, seeing a tiny town surrounding a magnificent pyramid. His eyes flitted over that and he determined that he was surrounded by nothing but empty desert.

He asked where they were and then joked with Sirius and Remus about the lack of anything to see.

Dobby then said, "Dobby likes the pool!"

He asked Dobby what he was talking about but stopped talking as he saw the elf rush towards the beautiful pool and then snag a butterbeer from an inattentive wizard and conjure a crazy straw. Harry felt shock at Dobby disappearing in thin air.

Bill Weasley arrived eventually. He waved his waved towards Harry, with the town and pyramid directly behind him. Harry felt shock as he could suddenly see the town and pyramid.

Harry stopped reliving his memory, repacked it, and returned his attention to the real world. He opened his eyes and stared at Albus in shock.

"What the hell was that?"

Albus responded with incredibly pleased tone. "Yes, that can be a disconcerting experience. Before I answer, let me give you a hint."

Albus handed the book to Harry. He looked down at the open page and saw a very familiar sight.

"It's Hogwarts. How is that a hint?"

"What is the title of the book?"

Harry kept a hold of the current page as he flipped to the cover. "It's called 'Castles of the British Isles'"

Harry looked up at Albus and saw the older man's expectant expression. Harry looked back down at the book in confusion. He knew he was missing something, but he couldn't place it. He looked at the dust jacket for clues. He turned it over to see a picture of the author. He flipped through the pages to see if there was a clue there, but all he saw was more castles. He was looking at Windsor Castle when he paused. He flipped through the pages quickly, looking at the different pictures. He looked at the author once again, the perfectly ordinary looking man wearing an ordinary jacket and tie staying completely still (not moving, like every other picture in the book). Finally, he looked at the bottom of the back of the dust jacket and saw a bar code. He then flipped back to the picture of Hogwarts, in all her glory, and then stared at Albus in shocked horror.

"This is a muggle book! There is a picture of Hogwarts in a muggle book! Muggles know where Hogwarts is, and they have pictures to prove it! This is…" Harry's initial shock died down as his mind caught up with the fact that Albus knew all about the book and was not concerned. He took a breath and continued speaking in a calmer tone of voice. "Why isn't this a disaster?"

Albus beamed with pride. "I continue to be nothing but pleased in the continued growth of your critical thinking skills. Let us see if you can put it all together with one more hint."

While Albus had not been stingy with his heartfelt praise of Harry over the past months, it still pleased him greatly to receive said praise. As such, a smiling Harry rolled his eyes as he responded. "Fine, we'll play it your way. What's the hint?"

"King's Cross."

Harry narrowed his eyes in concentration. What did King's Cross Station have to do with anything? It felt like a lifetime ago when he and Albus had passed through the station to catch the train to Paris. The current conversation had first started because he saw a plane in the sky… did it have something to do with modes of transport? Was he hinting that the answer could be found with the train to Hogwarts? No… that didn't seem right. That wouldn't explain the picture of Hogwarts… well, probably… Magic was weird after all. But Albus would have said Hogwarts Express as the hint… probably… maybe… he was pretty good at coming up with irritating clues. He should focus on the station first. What was special about the station itself?

Harry entered his mind again to pull out the memory of his visit there with Albus… oh!

"The wards…" Harry gasped. "The wards at King's Cross heighten people's disbelief in magic! People can still hear about magic, see students walk through the barrier, and I guess even see someone perform minor spells. They see it, but they dismiss it immediately. But, if you have magic or are keyed into the wards, then you won't dismiss it."

Albus nodded encouragingly. "And what does that tell you about this town?"

"That it uses the same wards? No… no… not the same, because King's Cross's wards did not work on magical people. But the wards work on us all, unless keyed in… or a House Elf I suppose. So… based on the same principal but made stronger?"

Albus nodded once again. "Indeed. As an aside, the King's Cross wards are more complex because they need to allow for non-magical people to be unaffected if keyed in. The wards here can be stronger because they don't need to allow for the extraordinarily complex spell work that is required to key in non-magical people in a way that can be quickly revoked and secure enough so that it is highly improbable for unauthorized witches or wizards to perform the keying. Now, let's continue on with your deductions, what are your thoughts of that picture of Hogwarts?"

Harry looked back down at the picture pensively. "Does Hogwarts have similar protections, where muggles can't see the castle?"

"Read the description of the castle while taking note of the printed location."

Harry did so and his eyebrows rose in surprise. "It says it's a ruined collection of stones that has been condemned due to its lack of structural integrity. And its location is… it looks like the location has been blurred out through some sort of printing error, where all I can see is that it is in Scotland."

"Hogwarts is unplottable. That means you can't record the location in any form."

Harry nodded in confusion. "So… muggles see something different from witches and wizards, even in pictures? And the unplottable feature means that the printing is blurred out? So that means… the wards are designed to prevent muggles from recognizing Hogwarts, this town, or displays of magic at King's Cross. That makes sense, I suppose. Does that mean that the wards were updated to affect cameras?"

"You are close. Well done. The truth is that the wards didn't need to be updated at all. The wards are made to influence how unauthorized individuals process the information in their minds. It doesn't matter how the information is conveyed. Be it photographs, security video cameras, telescopes, portraits, written notes, spoken word, satellite imagery, or any other form. Magic only cares about fulfilling the goal of the wards, it doesn't care about the details."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "The wards are that powerful?"

Albus shrugged. "I would say they are that versatile. They are powerful enough against those without the ability to counter the magic, especially non-magical people. However, if you know one of the counters, wards designed to modify how the mind processes information are rather easy to overcome for one with magic. For instance, had you immediately examined your memory when we arrived outside the wards, you would have seen through them and not need to be keyed in. Well, into the wards that prevented you from seeing anything, the detection wards and defense wards would still have to be accounted for. And, as you have been taught, wards always have additional weaknesses."

Albus paused to compose his thoughts. "While there are always exceptions when talking about magic, I have found that magic tends to make you choose between versatility and power. The wards keeping people from noticing this town are versatile, where the warders don't need to think of every detail, but that makes those wards easier to break or bypass. Conversely, your practice boxes are not versatile, the warder must decide on every detail, but that makes the wards incredibly powerful… well, they are intentionally underpowered, but they have the potential for being much more powerful."

Harry thought on what he heard. Then an idea occurred to him. "Is that why the Fidelius Charm was something my parents willing to risk our lives on?"

Albus nodded sadly. "The Fidelius Charm is an incredibly powerful and it requires great specificity. One needs to specify exactly what is the secret, with great precision to the definitions of everything in the secret, without room for intent. As evidenced by how the charm broke that night because it was intimately connected to the pluralization of the Potter name."

Harry nodded slowly. After several moments, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Ignoring the need for being detailed, the Fidelius Charm had one major weak point, the Secret Keeper. Perenelle's book said that all wards have at least one weak point, and often multiple weak points, though they are hard to exploit unless you are an expert in wards or can see the magic. Does the number of weak points dictate where a spell falls on the scale between power and versatility?"

Albus leaned back, stroking his beard in thought. "That… I have not thought of it like that before. Very intriguing… It's possible that you are correct, with the ever-present caveat of…"

"Magic is weird, I know."

Albus smiled. "Quite! Now, we would need to run some tests. Do you have any thoughts?"

Harry leaned back in his own chair, deep in contemplation. After several minutes, he glanced over at the doors to Remus and Sirius's rooms. A devious grin formed on his lips. He then shared his idea with Albus, who chuckled and helped Harry to begin with planning, and laying out the new spells he would need to learn.

One week later, Sirius and Remus walked into the hut after their nightly swim. Dobby was still in the pool, half-heartedly fending off the romantic advances of several Goblin ladies.

When they walked into the main living room of the hut, they both stopped in surprise to see a clothesline extending the length of the room, with everyone's clothes hanging from the line.

"Umm… Harry?"

Harry looked up from his book to look at Sirius.

"Yes, Sirius?"

"What's up with…" Sirius waved his hand at the clothes.

Harry glanced over at the clothes ion confusion. "Huh? Oh! Right! There was an… incident earlier. It's a long story, but it ends with Albus and I deciding it was best to not try cleaning everyone's clothes with magic and… well, you can see they're now on a clothesline. I am sure you can put together the rest."'

Remus stared at the clothes pensively. "Are they safe?"

"As far as I know. Albus?"

Albus looked up from his own book and stared at the clothes intently. "They appear to be safe to me. Unless you or Sirius did something to them, but that would of course be your own affair. In fact, I think I would like to get into my robes."

Sirius barked out a laugh as Albus stood, revealing he was wearing a pair of swim trunks with printed fish magically swimming arounds his legs with joyful abandon and then occasional loop de loop. He was also wearing a T-Shirt that had a picture of a black-haired boy wearing glasses with a familiar lightning bolt scar who was swimming in a pool, with the words "The Boy Who Swimmed" emblazoned underneath the pool. Albus ignored the laughter as he pulled at one of his robes (this one covered in pyramids with a sphinx prancing around their bases). The robes did not come off the line.

Sirius and Remus quieted as they looked at the clothesline with suspicion.

Albus sighed. "Right, I forgot." He then pulled out his wand and cast a silent spell at the robes. They then came off the line with ease. He then slipped the robes on over his clothes and sat back down to read.

Remus stared at Harry and Albus who were both innocently reading their books.

"What did you two do?"

Harry and Albus apparently developed sudden deafness as they both read their books with an increased sense of innocence.

Remus shook his head, as he looked over at Sirius who was tugging on a pair of his trousers with all his might. They remained stuck to the clothesline. Remus ignored Sirius's antics and walked over to one of his shirts.

With a tentative tug, he confirmed that that the shirt was not coming off the line. The shirt itself could be batted about, but it stayed firmly connected to the line. And the line itself did not move at all.

Remus looked over at Sirius, who was now swinging from the legs of his trousers. The trousers still hung from the line without any apparent distress.

Remus pointed his wand at his shirt and cast a silent Finite to end the spell's effects. He pulled on the shirt, with no success. He shook his head, without showing any true sense of surprise. He apparently saw some movement in the corner of his eye and turned in time to see Albus lowering his wand that had been pointing at Harry. Both Harry and Albus continued to read their books innocently, this time with golden halos hovering above their heads. Remus rolled his eyes and looked back at his shirt.

Remus walked over to one of the walls where the clothesline was anchored. As Sirius had clambered on top of the line and was currently precariously balanced, with his hands holding the ceiling as his feet balanced on his trousers, Remus cast a severing charm on the clothesline.

The line remained floating, unmoving, and unyielding. Remus sighed and severed the other end of the line and confirmed the line and clothes remained where they were in the air.

"Well played, you two. I'll try to figure this out tomorrow. I'm going to get some sleep. Good night."

"Good night" both Albus and Harry spoke with amusement.

"Sirius!"

"Hmmm?" spoke Sirius, who was currently attempting to walk along the length of the floating clothesline.

"Good night!"

"Night Moo… WHOA!"

With a thud, Sirius landed on the ground. With a grin he walked back to his trousers to clamber up for another time. "Good night Moony!"

It would take Remus two days to figure out how to pull down his clothes.

It would take one more week before Sirius finally was able to figure out the trick to taking down his clothes was to cast a simple Finite aimed to only hit a specific point on each article of clothing. Though, whether that was because Sirius couldn't figure it out, wanted to successfully walk the full length of the clothesline, or just enjoyed having an excuse to only wear a pair of swim trunks and a towel, Harry wasn't sure.