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Harry slipped into the room with nary a sound. The only light was the lamp light on a desk. Charlie Weasely was slouched over a book muttering to himself. Harry slunk up behind him and draped himself over the older man's shoulder. Charlie stiffened for a brief moment then relaxed as Harry's lips pressed to his neck.
"Bill told me you slept with him last night." The second eldest smirked allowing Harry to continue.
"Is that a problem?" Harry smirked licking the shell of his ear
"You're fifteen and already a slut." Charlie moaned sensually.
Harry shrugged it off, not taking it as an insult. Charlie grabbed him around the waist and twirled him around before slamming him in the desk. Harry had already cast silencing spells around the room. He let out a long moan as Charlie ground against him and kissed him wildly.
.-.
"Sirius."
Harry's godfather looked up at him from the tall pile of books he'd dumped in his back yard.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked calmly.
Sirius gave him a confused book.
"Molly told me to dump these outside. She's cleaning my house for me." He grinned. "Now if only she was Moony and wearing a French maid outfit."
Harry gave his godfather an indulgent smile.
"May I have those books Sirius?"
"Sure." Sirius grinned. "Molly was just going to burn them anyways."
"And you let her?" Harry raised a brow.
"Why not. They were cluttering up my library." He whined. "I filled those shelves with other stuff. Like those magazine's moony got me."
"Ah. I'll take them off your hands for you then." Harry smiled.
"Off my hands?" Sirius asked confused. "But they're not on my hands."
Harry just smiled and waved his godfather back inside. The man was more then happy top skip back in to find Moony.
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The rush of the alley was highly annoying. Children running to and fro, adults nattering on as they barely looked at where they walked. Harry watched from the shadows of a building with a frown. The other Order children (mostly the Weasely's) were getting their school supplies. Harry had gotten them much earlier, seeing no need to wait for the list already knowing what he would need.
"Hello Harry."
Harry turned slightly to find Neville smiling at him shyly. Hanging off the rotund boys arm was Luna Lovegood.
"Hello Neville, Luna."
"Milord." Luna half curtsied.
Neville eyed her oddly. Harry just smiled.
"Are you getting supplies?" Neville asked politely.
"No, I'm here with a group. I already have mine."
"We are here on a date." Luna announced. "The lupis have told me Neville will be a good slorg for me. The lupis are annoying when they get in your hair but they usually know stuff. Do you approve?"
"I wish you luck." Harry smiled.
"Is that you or the Betins saying that? Betins can quickly take control of a person through the eyes and make them say what they think needs to be said instead of what the person wants." She said curiously.
"That is me my pretty little subject."
She giggled and hugged Neville tighter as she pulled him off to the side. Harry turned back to watching the group. His eyes almost immediately caught the twins hunched over some papers. Deciding to see what was happening he slipped through the crowds till he was at their backs.
"How much do we have now?" Fred whispered.
"Not much." George responded.
"Not enough to even rent this place for a month?"
"No."
Harry realized they were looking at an empty storefront for rent.
"Why do you need to rent it?" he asked easily.
The two spun to him and blinked before relaxing. Grins overtook their faces.
"We want to open a joke shop." Fred said.
"We don't have enough money though to get it up and running."
"We have enough stuff though. Canary creams-"
"Nose bleed nogats, fake wands-"
"And so on."
"But we've run our savings dry we have."
They both sighed and glanced at the store again as if calculating. Harry idly ran it through his mind. He faintly wondered what he could exchange this for.
"What would you give me if I gave you some funds?" He asked lightly.
He could always use favours owed to him. Besides, this would be some amusement hopefully.
"Well I guess we'd give you part of the ownership depending on how much." Fred said absently.
"And you'd get free products of course." George added. "Don't know what you'd use them for though."
"You don't strike us as a prankster. At least not on this scale. To you this would be trivial."
"Yeah. You're more likely to destroy Azkaban and the Dementors and call it a joke."
They both paused and looked at one another. Then they slowly turned to him.
"Wait, did you just hint that you-"
"Would give us funds?"
Harry barred his teeth in a grin.
"Let's negotiate over some ice-cream." George said suddenly excited.
"We'll treat you." Fred added, jittery.
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"Harry?" Remus asked confused.
Harry smirked at the man that was chained to a wall in the dungeons below Grimmauld. He pressed to the bars noting Remus's eyes were much more gold then usual.
"Remus, Remus, Remus." He tsked.
"Harry, what are you doing here? It's not safe." Remus said nervously.
"The full moon will not be visible for another ten minutes. I'll be fine." Harry said dismissively.
He waved his hand at the cell door and it click, swinging open. Remus got a sudden fear in his eyes.
"Harry, I'm not safe. Shut the door."
Harry just laughed and swept into the cell. The chains holding Remus snapped and before he could move Harry had grabbed him. With a soft crack they vanished through the wards, reappearing in a grassy meadow surrounded by trees.
"Harry." Remus said in a strained way. "Incapacitate me and get away."
"There is no one around for hundreds of miles." Harry said easily was he watched the man bow under the pain of transformation.
The rays of the full moon fell on the man as his bones started to crack.
"Get away." Remus said, his voice now half a growl.
Harry just raised a brow. Then there was a dark black wolf sitting where Harry had been. Remus didn't notice, he just howled.
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Harry slipped into the kitchen in the morning, staying in the shadows out of sight.
"Oh Albus. Where do you think he is?" He heard Molly fret almost immediately. "I went to wake him for breakfast and he wasn't there."
"Molly, he's fine." Dumbledore placated.
"But what if he's hurt or what if he ran off?"
"I'm fine Mrs. Weasely." Harry spoke out easily as he stepped from the shadows. "I am leaving to do some business today. I have returned Remus to his bed already."
He had directed the last part at Dumbledore. He faintly noted that Tonks and Sirius perked up at Remus's name. Both slunk from the room. Harry knew Sirius had went down to the cell last night to find it empty, a faint note from Harry floating in the air. Tonks he understood had a crush on the poor werewolf. She would have to be careful or Sirius would snap at her for chasing his mate.
"May I ask what business?" Dumbledore inquired, cutting off Molly from a rant.
"Ministry business." He said easily, waving a hand dismissively.
"Ah. Shall you be coming back here?"
"No." Harry shook his head.
"Ah. I wish you luck."
"Thank you."
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End of Chapter 43.