The Black-Potter Branch
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*
James frowned, glancing down at his watch; 6:47. Who could that be? His relatives were never early, and they weren't due until 7:30. The rain was pouring outside, assaulting the windows as it made it's way to the earth. His curiosity getting the best of him, James made his way down the stairs and watched as the butler shuffled across the entrance hall of Potter Manor. Henry, the butler, creaked open the door much slower than James had patience for.
"Who is it Jeeves?" He called as he bounced down the next few stairs, his voice echoed around the hall. His mother entered the room as he did and shook her head.
"Why do you insist on calling him that?" She asked, pulling James' attention from the door. He heard Henry greet the guest, but was too busy looking at his mother to see who it was. James shrugged, causing Mrs Potter to roll her eyes at her fourteen-year-old son. With that, James turned back to the door to see -
"SIRIUS!?" James yelled, rushing to his friend and embracing him. "What are you doing here?"
"Mum kicked me out again," he said, his hair dripping with water and his clothes drenched. "I think she's serious this time, Jim." James had only heard Sirius sound this scared once before; when his brother Regulus fell off his broom and did not wake up for a week.
"It's okay, Sirius," James said as he looked to his mother who smiled her warmest smile. "You can stay with us!"
"Really?" Sirius sniffed, tears brimming.
"Of course," James' mother, Dorea, said softly. "Any cousin of mine is welcome to stay. We don't turn away family."
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'HSH': Black