"It's so bloody fucking cold."


"Ron! Ron! Wake up!"

Ron rolled over.

"Fuck off."

Suddenly, a whiff of a caramel bun went under Ron's nose and his eyes snapped open.

"Now you're awake."

Ron ripped the bun in half and gave one half to Harry.

"Shut up. Get your stuff."


"Professor?" Ron whispered as Harry made sure he and Ron were completely covered by the Cloak.

"Potter? Weasley?"

"Oh you're here!" Harry said as he threw the Cloak off and stuffed it in his pocket.

"You're in your pyjamas." Minerva said, raising her eyebrows.

"We didn't exactly have a choice." Harry said. "Ron was being lazy. Took me one of my caramel buns to wake him up."

"I gave you half!" Ron protested.

Creak!

"Go! Get out the door!" Minerva hissed.

Harry and Ron ran out the door, and they leaned against the wall.

Minerva came out of the door.

"Thank God." Harry breathed out.

"I always hated that damn cat." Minerva said smugly.

Ron snorted with laughter.


"It's so bloody fucking cold." Harry hissed as he and Ron shivered by the enormous gates to Hogwarts. "Why didn't we wear something warmer them pyjamas?"

"What are in those bags anyways?"

"Snacks, drinks, spare clothes, spare shoes, some money." Harry said.

"Smart." Minerva said, raising her eyebrows. "Suppose we could Apparte to a nearby cafe?"

"You can't Apparte in and out of the Hogwarts grounds." Harry said.

"I used to be a rule breaker." Minerva said, raising her eyebrows. Harry and Ron gaped at her. "I think I want to break just one more rule."

"You're my favorite Professor." Both Harry and Ron declared.

Minerva smirked.


"Warmth!" Ron said eagerly as he rubbed his hands together.

Minerva ordered and Ron insisted on paying for the coffee and two hot chocolates, and three slices of toast each.

"This is good!" Harry said.

"That aside." Minerva said "Let's journey to Potter Manor. I know he's there."

"How?"

Minerva raised her eyebrows.

"I can feel it in my bones."


"And this is Potter Manor." Minerva said.

Harry and Ron could barely see the Manor in the dark, but from what Ron could tell, it was absolutely massive.

"Bloody hell."

"Seems to be a favorite of yours." Harry said, smirking.

"Shut your mouth, Potter."

The gate creaked open.

"What-"

"Seems like Mr Weasley opened the gate for us." Minerva said, raising her eyebrows. She lowered. "Potter is the password, and the gate can only be opened by the password being said by a person with good intentions."

"Smart." Harry said, raising his eyebrows. "After you Professor."

"Thank you, Mr Potter."


"Hello? Anyone here?" Ron shouted.

"Ron!" Harry hissed. "Professor, you call out for Grandda, not some random fucking ginger in his maroon pyjamas."

Ron groaned and Minerva snickered.

"Monty! Get your arse over here, I know you're around here somewhere!" Minerva yelled out.

"Was it that obvious?"

Ron shouted and Harry swore loudly.

Minerva smirked.

"You know, Fleamont, if you want to go into hiding, maybe go somewhere less obvious." Minerva said.

"Don't call me Fleamont."

And a tall, messy, black haired man with electric dark blue eyes emerged from the shadows.

Both Harry and Ron knew it was Fleamont Potter.

"You took your fucking time." He said.

"I didn't know you were alive until this afternoon, you arsehole." Minerva swore.

"Why'd you bring along two teenagers in their pyjamas?"

"For fucks sake, Harry just brought that one up!" Ron complained.

"They're maroon too." Fleamont said, raising his eyebrows. "They're too small."

"He keeps growing." Harry said, smirking.

Fleamont looked at him and Harry swallowed nervously.

"Harry?" Fleamont said quietly.

Harry swallowed nervously again.

"Grandda?"

Then they were hugging and Harry was crying, crying because he was reunited with his supposedly dead grandfather, Fleamont Potter.