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Harry sat in the kitchen of Remus' new house, surrounded by boxes and bags. He looked around, wondering where Remus was. Most of his line of sight was blocked by the maze of boxes, but he could hear the stove. Then he picked up a newspaper from the table.
"Remus?," he called.
"Mmyuh-huh?," came the reply from the other side of the boxes, by the stove.
"What's The Daily Prophet?," he asked, and he heard Remus drop something on the counter.
"Wizard magazine," replied the werewolf calmly.
"Wizard? What do you mean? It's about wizards?," pressed Harry.
"No, it's for wizards," said Remus, reappearing with two plates of spaghetti and placing one in front of Harry and one at his seat before grabbing a bottle of wine and pouring some for himself.
"Uncle Vernon says there's no such thing as magic...," said Harry, just as Remus was taking a sip of his wine. Remus choked, coughing and spluttering before jumping up and grabbing a glass and filling it with water, gulping some down.
"No such thing- No such thing as magic?!," cried Remus. "I knew those Muggles were stupid, but I didn't know that they were that stupid! Feeding lies to a young boy!"
"Lies?"
"Harry, you're a wizard," said Remus, staring at Harry in disbelief. Harry gaped.
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