The car was pulling up as James was removing the last of the muggle repelling spells, taking care to leave the rest of the home's wards intact. While strongly discouraged, it was somewhat safe to do on Padfoot's Godric's Hollow property as, unlike with some wizarding homes, people were aware that there was a house there, but were re-directed if they decided to drop by and bother the neighbors for whatever reason. By the time Lily and the Potters' new ward stepped out of the car and grabbed the boy's luggage from the back, the house appeared to be almost entirely muggle thanks to the Marauders' frenzied efforts to make it so. Everything that wasn't Muggle had either been tossed into the bedrooms of their respective owners or tossed into the garden shed.

After doing a last sweep of the lawn to make sure there weren't any stray objects or creatures that might cause problems, James went to join his wife in order to help carry the luggage inside. As he approached the pair by the car, the Khan boy examined his surroundings with interest, his dark eyes keenly taking in every detail.

"Well, let's go inside and meet the others." he said to the boy as he took one of the two small bags that contained all of Khan's worldly possessions which weren't books.

"I look forward to meeting them." the boy said with an all too charming politeness.

"I'm sure you do." he replied as he led the way to the house which would be the boy's home until the end of September. The look the boy gave him before following after told him that the boy knew he was onto him and thought he could put him off the scent.

This was far too familiar for his comfort. Aside from Peter who tended to play the bumbling fool to a point where not even his fellow Marauders were sure where the faking ended and the real bumbling began, all of the Marauders had had the use of weaponized charm down to an art. It was that charm that had reeled Dumbledore in, and convinced him that he and the others were just kids who'd just gone a little too far while having fun, and that they had never ever meant to hurt anybody. It was that charm which had allowed the lot of them to practically get away with murder several times over before he and Sirius had pulled that stupid stunt in Diagon Alley which had led to their arrest and his incarceration.

He'd been a malicious little jerk when he was younger, and having been such he knew all the tricks. Knowing all of the tricks, he knew when someone was trying to pull one on him, such as the little brat he and his wife had decided to take home with them for everyone's safety was trying to do right now. The boy may be bright and clever, but he was still eleven. Being eleven, he didn't have the necessary experience to hide all the tells that gave him away. All of the tells that he could spot just as easily as he could the freckles on the back of his hand because he had played from a similar playbook in his own youth.

"Before we go inside, I'm going to lay some ground rules." he said as he stopped in front of the door and set the bag he was carrying down on the porch. "First, if we tell you to get inside, you get inside and don't ask questions. Second, no going into anyone's bedroom without permission. Third, no entering any locked rooms without permission. Fourthly, no pranking in the house, since we don't need another prank war on our hands. We're still finding traps in odd places from the last one."

"Is that all?" the boy asked when he stopped speaking.

"I'll tell you if I think up any more." he replied before opening the door and finding Sirius waiting on the other side.

"Is that him?" Sirius asked, a slight frown marring his handsome features which he'd used to charm the knickers off of dozens of girls and later women after he'd hit puberty.

"Something wrong Padfoot?" he asked.

"You expect them to be either chubby or scrawny at that age, heck, even I was a bit scrawny when I was his age, but he's..." Sirius started.

"A little too perfect?" he replied, having noted that about the child as well as his propensity for reading large books that should've been well beyond him and that look of utter boredom and mischief restrained which had so reminded him of him.

"Yeah, I thought that was a bit odd as well." he continued, noting how the boy had stiffened slightly when he'd mentioned the fact that the kid looked a little too perfect for a normal human child. Looked like they had a possible half-breed on their hands, which meant that their efforts at muggleifying the house had been wasted.

Oh well, playing Muggle looked like it might be fun, and so long as the brat didn't give himself away, he wouldn't have to give the fact that he wasn't a Muggle away and they might still get their fun until one of them slipped up and ended the game.

"Whatever." Sirius said, deciding to let it go for now. "My name's Sirius Black, and welcome to my home."

Khan frowned as he followed the man who'd been named after the Dog Star into the house which apparently belonged to all of the "Marauders". Mrs. Potter had briefly explained it during the long drive to the small town in the West Country where she and her husband lived, and how she and her husband had moved in with her husband's school friends following graduation because they weren't ready to move back into the Potters' ancestral home which they would be sharing with James Potter's parents. He hadn't been sure what to expect when he got here, but being met with suspicion wasn't it.

Sure, he'd unnerved people before, people who were more perceptive than the norm who'd found him to be too handsome, too quick witted, too intelligent to be natural and became wary of him to some degree because of it. He'd thought that Potter had been one of the dull oblivious ones until he'd given him that look when he'd turned on the charm in hopes of putting the man off guard. Rather than smiling and commenting on how polite he was like most adults, the walls had come up, and the man had started watching him more closely. Potter's friend had been one of the immediately perceptive ones who'd noticed that there was something "off" about him, which made his welcome into the home all the more puzzling.

Welcome he was however, though exactly how welcome was yet to be seen.

After following Black through several rooms, he'd found himself in the kitchen where a scarred and prematurely aged man who was most likely the same age as Potter and Black despite the silver strands in his brown hair was snacking with a chubby young man with ratlike features. When he entered the room a few paces behind Potter and Black, the scarred man gave the same frown that Black had, gave a sniff, and discreetly muttered the word "human" to Black who'd relaxed marginally at that statement. Following this odd display that he'd pretended not to notice, he was introduced to the scarred man who turned out to be named Remus and his companion who was named Peter and led off to a rather bland looking guest room which he was told would be his until he headed off to Oxford.

Something about his strange introduction to Godric's Hollow told him that it would take him more than the day or two he'd initially thought it would take in order to figure out the puzzle that was the Potters.

Sighing, he got to work putting his belongings away in the slightly battered second-hand dresser, taking care to look for the traps that Potter had mentioned might be lurking in unexpected corners of the home.

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