Present - In the previous chapter, Molly has a boggart.
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I clambered over heaps and heaps suitcases and trunks, slipping and sliding from beneath my paws and clattering to the ground with loud clunks, not that you could hear it over my mother's screaming.
"Well on your own head be it!" called Molly in my direction, though I hadn't been listening what she said in the first place, so any warning the woman was trying to give me was of little use, if not worthless.
Before I got to the door, I handed Remus one final look back as he rounded the twins and the youngest Weasley, giving a brief sigh of relief that Nymphadora was in our group as opposed to his – I was not going to have her jump him when I wasn't there – and then bounded through the front door into the delicate September air.
It was good to be free, or at least as free as my restrictions let me be, soaking in the sun and the freshness that encompassed my body. Granted, I would have preferred to be there with my fiancé, but our last attempt seemed to have been more of a disaster than anything and I certainly did not want to repeat it.
I ran about rather childishly for the coming 20 minutes before we entered King's Cross, loitering and carefully slipping through the wall for platform 9 and ¾. It had been a long while since it'd been here last, inhaling the comforting smell of the steam that still seemed to have retained the same magical feeling it had had the first time I stepped onto the train as nothing more than a boy, and the last time I'd stepped off as a developing man, hand in hand with the person I loved; the world that lay ahead of us unbeknownst to our fragile minds.
"Nice dog, Harry!" Broke me from my reminiscing to stare up at an odd looking boy with dread locks.
Despite the fact that he was admiring me as a dog as opposed to a man, I took a little pride in it, letting my tail wag from side to side as a show of my pleasure.
"Oh good, here's Alastor with the luggage," the old woman heaved as if some great trouble had been lifted from her shoulders, moving with Tonks to Moody's limping body.
He pulled the trolley full of trunks to a halt beside the group and huddled a little to talk in hushed voices, "All ok... I don't think we were followed..."
After Moody, the rest of the children scattered through in their groups – Arthur, Ron and Hermione and then Remus with the rest of the Weasleys. I trotted up to my fiancé, nuzzling my head into his leg in an overly affectionate way that caused Ron to give me a troubled glance and revieve a long winded explanation from Molly. Though in my defence, I had been lumbered with the miserable bitch for the last half hour and some loving care and affection was what I most needed.
"No trouble?" asked Mad-Eye in his low, gruff voice that, to be fair, I would rather not have had roughening my poor Remus's ears.
He gave a small smile and scratched the top of my head. "Nothing."
"I'll still be reporting Sturgis to Dumbledore. That's the second time he's not turned up in a week. The man's getting almost as unreliable as Mundungus," growled the auror, evoking gratifying laugh from my partner.
"Though, he hasn't quite ticked the box for the constant state of intoxication yet," he grinned, turning to the children and shaking their hands in sequence. "Well, look after yourselves. You too, Harry," he said, giving him a slap on the shoulder. "Be careful."
I pushed my head into Remus's leg once more, tired of listening to the dull goodbyes and itching for another of his all too wonderful back scratches. But he bent down and tilted his head to the side, going nowhere near me with his hands.
"Why don't you go and say farewell to Harry? You know, you probably won't be seeing him until Christmas time."
I bowed my head and did as he commanded, rising onto my hind legs and placing my paws on the boy's shoulders, though Molly pulled us apart and pushed Harry towards the train.
"For Heaven's sake, act more like a dog!" She called back to me through gritted teeth.
I contracted myself rather sheepishly and lowered my head to the ground, listening to the clatter of feet as what was left of the students rushed to the train. 'Act more like a dog'? I was the doggiest dog dog in the history of dog! How could I act more like a dog?
The pistons gave a final hiss before the train began to chug slowly along the tracks.
"See you all!" Harry called to the group, waving and smiling.
I was ganna show that bitch. I was gonna show her good.
I scrambled to my feet, darting after the train as fast as my legs would take me so I caught up with his window. For a short while I was keeping up, though eventually it slipped away and turned a corner, sending me crashing me into a hard, stone wall – when you're that big and the floor is made of some kind of slippery stone, momentum tends to get the best of you.
Remus trudged over, shaking his head and smirking.
"And what did you think that would achieve?" He grinned, crouching down to talk to me. His hands ruffled about my neck and pulled to rub out foreheads together in a comfy, doggy smoosh, my face crumpled up in a mess of fluff. "You silly, little thing! If we weren't so engaged and I didn't love the regular Sirius Black so much, I might ask you to stay like this."