Harriet Potter Year 2: The Dreams of Yesterday
"The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."
~Albert Einstein
Harriet Potter, Potter Manor- December 23, 1992
Harriet looked up at the ceiling in contemplation. After their discovery of the diary and Tom Riddle's name, she, Ron, and Hermione had debated for ages about what it all meant. Harriet had recounted her dreams to them (including the ones she had previously left out) and told them about the ring that she had seen in Dumbledore's office.
So, the three of them agreed that Tom Riddle was real. What they couldn't understand was how much else of Harriet's dreams were real, why Harriet was dreaming about Riddle, what Dumbledore was doing investigating Riddle (What else could he be doing, after all, if he was digging around looking for students' old rings?), and what this had to do-if it even had anything to do with Chamber opening.
Harriet sat up and scowled, tugging at her hair slightly in frustrating. She had hoped that this year would be easier than the last, but, if anything, it was worse. There were just so many questions...
Who was Tom Riddle?
Why was Dumbledore looking into him?
Why was Harriet dreaming about him? And why did her scar hurt whenever she woke up from her dreams?
Did he know anything about the Chamber?
Who or what was opening the Chamber?
How was Pettigrew involved?
And how in Merlin's name was Rita Skeeter getting her information?
Apparently, her source was not quieting down anytime soon. Rita had come up with several other articles detailing the fallings of Dumbledore, which did nothing but upset Harriet even more.
Thankfully, Rita's articles were more or less the only interesting thing going on at Hogwarts. The attacks seemed to have died down, thanks to more stringent precautions on the teacher's behalves. Pettigrew hadn't been spotted- on the Map or by students.
The only really interesting thing going on were Harriet's Dementor lessons with Remus. Her Patronus had become a bit more defined and Harriet could tell that, whatever form it had taken, it was big, but still remained mostly cloud looking.
Still, Remus had decided that Harriet would not be having Dementor lessons over holiday.
"You need to take it easy," he said firmly. "This is magic far beyond your level and you need to exercise extreme caution."
Harriet had grumbled, but had agreed, knowing that her parents would take Remus's side anyways.
Now finally home, Harriet was simply laying in bed, stroking Isaura's head and relaxing for what felt to be the first time since the year had started. As safe as Hogwarts was, she couldn't help by feel more secure surrounded by the walls of Potter Manor and her family downstairs.
Her family...
They had been acting odd these past few days. It might have been longer, but Harriet had only arrived home earlier this week, so she hadn't really noticed until now.
Her father and Sirius were spending a surprising amount of time and Grimmauld Place. When Harriet asked why (she had only heard awful things about it, after all), her father said that they were just cleaning it up.
"Didn't Sirius do that already?" Harriet had asked.
Her father had stuttered and then let out a nervous chuckle. "Yes, but he didn't do a very good job, which is why I've been helping him."
Harriet had a feeling she was being lied to, but, as curious as she was about the situation, she decided that she already had enough on her plate to worry about what trouble the adults had gotten themselves into.
And Harriet's mum also seemed involved. And Snape. The two of them had been spending a lot of time in Snape's lab. Harriet only knew that because her mum would come home smelling of the Hogwart's dungeons after Seamus blew something up.
Remus wasn't spending a lot of time outdoors. On the contrary, he spent every spare minute he had working in the library. Harriet had gotten a peek at the books he had been reading. They were all history books, which made sense considering his position, but nothing that would be on the Hogwarts curriculum.
Harriet turned onto her side to face Isaura. "What do you suppose they are up to?"
Isaura hissed. "I do not know, pequininha."
"I should probably drop it," Harriet said thoughtfully. "We've got enough to worry about."
"Indeed," Isaura agreed. "And the adultss musst learn to do thingss without your help. You will not always be there to clean up their messsess."
Harriet burst out laughing. "I actually think it's the other way around. They usually clean up my messes."
"Not the way I have ssseen it," Isaura cautioned.
"What? You mean Quirrell?" Harriet frowned. "That was just bad luck."
"Perhapsss," Isaura said after a moment. When she spoke again, she was speaking urgently. "But be careful. You cannot afford more bad luck. Not with the Chamber of Secretss open."
"You know about that?" Harriet asked, sitting straight up. "Do you know where it is? Or what's inside?"
"I do not know where the entrance to the Chamber lies," Isaura answered. "As for the monster inside, it is an impossible creature- far more impossible than you or I could imagine. Snakes do not speak it's name."
"Oh, you're not going to start with that are you?" Harriet scowled. "Everybody I know has been talking in riddles lately. And what do you mean by other bit? I'm a witch, for Merlin's sake. How impossible could it be?"
Isaura didn't have a chance to answer because of a knock on the door. Harriet's father opened it and popped his head in. "Dinner, Prongslette."
Harriet hopped off of the bed and followed him out the door and downstairs into the dining room.
Neither Remus or Sirius were there, but Snape was, along with Harriet's mum. She beamed at her daughter.
"Hungry?"
"Half-starved," Harriet admitted, glancing at the clock. It was a bit late for dinner. Granted, she had gone sometimes several days at a time without food at the Dursley's, but that didn't mean she was any less hungry now.
Her mother noticed her glance at the clock.
"Sorry it's a bit late, love. Severus and I lost track of time."
"Brewing?" Harriet asked innocently, taking a spoonful of soup and blowing on it to cool it down. Snape raised an eyebrow.
"I thought we had established that there is little else one does when in a Potions Lab."
"I guess," Harriet conceded. "What were you working on?"
"Severus is just helping me with something for work," her mother said simply.
Harriet bit the inside of her cheek and tried to ignore the nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her that she was being lied to.
"Uncle Severus?" Harriet asked.
Snape raised an eyebrow.
"I never had a chance to ask: What do you know about the Chamber of Secrets?"
"Little other than it is just a fairytale to scare first years into keeping curfew- not that it really works."
"Then who's been attacking all of the students?" Harriet pressed.
"I don't know," Snape said easily. "I can assure you, though, that the Headmaster and the rest of the professors are working on it."
"Why all the interest, Harriet?" Harriet's father asked, trying to move conversation in another direction.
Harriet frowned and shrugged.
"Just curious, I suppose." She admitted. "It's just all so strange."
"That's one word for it," her father said drily.
"What about Rita Skeeter?" Harriet asked after another pause in conversation.
James groaned jokingly. "So many questions! I knew we should have gotten a dog. Not nearly as much trouble."
"You already have Sirius," Harriet said, without missing a beat. "Why bother with a dog? And what about Skeeter? Do you have any idea how she might be getting her information?"
"She probably has some sort of source in the castle," Harriet's mother said uneasily. "One of the older students, perhaps, or a professor."
"A professor would never do that!" Harriet argued. She faltered. "Well, maybe Lockhart would, but he's a git."
"Harriet," her mother warned.
"Well, he is!" Harriet defended. Snape smirked. "Last week, he made me help him act out his attack of the Wagga-Wagga- Werewolf! It was absolutely ridiculous!"
James couldn't breathe he was laughing so hard. "Oh, Merlin, it sounds like something he would do. At least tell me you managed to get a good bite in."
"No," Harriet admitted. "But when he went to tackle me, I did step out of the way. He hit his head on the desk."
This tidbit of information sent James on another round of hysterical laughter. Harriet caught Snape's eye and shrugged. She wasn't trying to be funny.
Lockhart really was a git.
Harriet Potter, Potter Manor-December 25, 1992
Harriet snuggled deeper into the covers, taking a sip of her hot cocoa. Her parents sat across from her on the couch, and Remus and Sirius had seated themselves comfortably on the floor, surrounded by pillows. Snape sat himself down in the other armchair. A fireplace roared quietly in front of them.
It had been a lovely Christmas- perhaps even more lovely than last year. Harriet hadn't gotten much- some clothes from her mum and dad, books from Snape and Remus.
Oh. And a Firebolt. From Sirius.
Yes, she had forgotten completely about that.
Harriet, sitting on the floor, took her last present. It was from Sirius. She thanked him and began to undo the wrapping paper (blue with little penguins ice-skating on it). Once she opened the gift and, upon seeing what it was, Harriet looked up to stare at Sirius, astonished.
It was a Firebolt.
Harriet didn't think she had ever seen anything so beautiful in her entire life.
He smirked. "To replace your Nimbus."
She tackled him in a hug, too thrilled for words, but still managing to mumble, over and over again, "Thank-you, thank-you."
Sirius had laughed and hugged her back, while her father, who had been admiring the broom, had frowned.
"Darn you, Padfoot," he muttered. "I was going to get her one of those but they were out of stock when I went. How did you manage to get this one?"
"You underestimate me, Prongs," Sirius said, resting his chin on Harriet's head as he spoke, ignoring the way her hair tickled his face. "I went out and bought this broom the day after Harriet lost her Nimbus. It's been killing me holding on to it."
"Oh, it's brilliant, Uncle Padfoot!" Harriet assured. She let go of Sirius and grabbed the broom off of the floor, being careful not to scratch it. "I can't wait to try it out-"
Harriet was stopped by a tug on her collar. She looked up to see her disapproving, but amused, mum. "Mum?"
"You aren't going out there in this weather," she said firmly. Harriet looked out one of the windows. Sure enough, it was snowing quite harshly.
Harriet found that she didn't care.
"But- Firebolt," she said weakly and by way of explanation.
"But nothing," her mum said firmly.
Her father opened his mouth to protest, but then realized that, not only was his wife right, but there was no way he would win this argument.
Harriet gazed forlornly at the broom and then placed it carefully on the coffee table.
"So, what do we do now then?"
"There's only one thing to do on a day like today," Lily said knowingly.
That was how the family found themselves seated comfortable around the fireplace. Harriet took another sip of cocoa.
"All we need now are some ghost stories," she mused aloud. "I bet the Hogwarts ghosts know some good ones, considering the things they've seen."
"What did you say?" Remus asked suddenly, placing his cocoa down on the floor and looking incredibly excited.
"Just that the Hogwarts ghosts probably have some good stories," Harriet said surprised at his reaction.
Remus was up from the floor like a shot. "Of course! Why didn't I think of that before?"
Before Harriet could even think to answer, Remus had left the room. Harriet frowned and turned to her parents, who each shrugged. Sirius let out a sigh and lifted himself up off of the floor, groaning a bit as he stretched.
"I'll go make sure he's alright," Sirius announced before following Remus out of the living room.
Sirius and Remus, Library, Potter Manor- December 25, 1992
"Why'd you run out?" Sirius asked casually, leaning against the doorframe. Remus, who had been leaning over a book, jumped in surprise. When he saw it was Sirius, he beckoned him in.
"It's something Harriet mentioned to me," he said excitedly, "About the ghosts. I'd been looking everywhere for the diadem, but nobody living has any clue where it could be, and there's no information in the history books. Then I realized what Harriet said: nobody living."
"The ghosts aren't living," Sirius realized. Remus nodded.
"Exactly. Then I remembered something I had read ages ago in Hogwarts: A History about the ghosts- the Grey Lady, in particular."
Remus flipped to the right page and handed the book to Sirius. "Take a look at that."
"She's Ravenclaw's daughter," Sirius said. "Really?"
"I have so many questions to ask her," Remus said, almost dreamily. "First and foremost about her mother's diadem."
Sirius shut the book firmly. "But not today."
He placed the book on the table and placed his hands on Remus's shoulders, steering Remus back into the hall.
"Today is Christmas. It's a time for family."
Remus grinned, remembering those many Christmases he had spent alone. "Quite right."
Remus Lupin, Hogwarts- December 26, 1992
Remus sat across from Dumbledore and rubbed his face with his hands. Dumbledore watched patiently, waiting for the younger man to gather himself together.
Remus had arrived at the school several hours earlier to speak to the Grey Lady- or Helena Ravenclaw, as Remus learned her real name to be. Remus had finally managed to extract the horrifying story of Helena's death, and the Bloody Baron's. Understandably, the Grey Lady had been hesitant about sharing the information, but thankfully she and Remus had gotten along quite well together during his time at Hogwarts, often spending hours at the library in each other's company.
Now, Remus had just explained to Dumbledore what he had learned (leaving out the more personal details- those were Helena's, and Helena's alone, to share).
"I just don't know where to go from here," Remus said with a sigh. "The Grey Lady confirmed that the diadem existed. She confirmed that Voldemort used it as a Horcrux. What she didn't know was where the Horcrux had gone."
Dumbledore pursed his lips in thought. "I do not know. I might have known Riddle well, but even I can't guess where he might have hid this Horcrux. You will have to give me some time to think, Remus. For now, go home. Get some rest. The full moon is soon."
"Yes, Professor," Remus said, feeling a bit like a chastised student.
He stood up and left the office, his thoughts still centered on the Horcrux. He walked past the tapestry on the third floor corridor-
If only I knew where to find it...
-and stopped.
He turned slowly to face the wall, jaw dropping in astonishment.
There were few people who knew the castle better than the Marauders- Peeves, maybe. And Filch. And the Weasley twins, from what Remus could tell. Still, he and his three friends had mapped out every inch of that castle and explored every secret passageway they could find.
Never, though, had they found this.
A door had formed- seemingly out of nowhere- in the wall. Remus had walked through this hall dozens of times, as both a student and teacher, but never seen it before.
There was that one time, Remus recalled, the memory fuzzy with disuse, that Sirius and I were pulling a prank and needed to hide and we found that cupboard here... We never were able to find it again-
Remus opened the door and bit back another gasp.
This most definitely was not a cupboard.
It was a large room filled with the oddest and largest collection of items Remus had ever seen. Books, bags, toys, food, furniture- anything and everything. It was incredibly.
Remus began to walk around cautiously, wand out, as a force of habit, but he was alone. He felt as though he were back at school with James and Sirius (and, in a way, Peter), exploring the castle again. He wished they were here with him, but he had no idea how to call the room back again, so he needed to take the opportunity to explore now.
Remus took a random left, not really sure where he was going at this point, and blushed scarlet as he came face-to-face with a pair of red, lacy, underwear.
Thank Merlin neither Padfoot or Prongs saw that, he thought, quickly heading in the opposite direction. I'd never live it down.
Looking back, Remus would find himself feeling incredibly thankful for that underwear though. Without it, he never would have averted his eyes and seen it.
The diadem of Ravenclaw.
It was old, discolored, and nothing special to behold, but he recognized it from drawings and Helena's description.
Not questioning his good luck, he grabbed the tiara and looked around dubiously, as though somebody was going to try and take it from him. Truth be told, the entire situation was too good to be true.
What were the odds of the room where Voldemort had hidden the crown showing up just when he had needed it?
Remus was hit with a crystal clear thought.
I need to see Dumbledore again.
Sirius Black, Grimmauld Place- December 26, 1992
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Remus, Sirius was sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxes and piles and bags of random junk lying around his house. He continued to sift through each item, tossing it to the side once he saw that it was not the locket.
The note that James and Dumbledore had found made it seem possible that, at some point in the last years of his life, Regulus had turned away from Voldemort. Sirius didn't quite know how to feel about it, but for the moment, he decided not to think about it.
There was still a chance, after all, that it wasn't Regulus.
It could have been anybody else!
With the same initials...
Sirius picked up a small bag and began rifling through it.
No...
No...
No..
Merlin, at this rate, he'd be here for the rest of his life. He'd never leave. For some reason, he had sudden images of everything he would miss if he spent the rest of his life here. He saw all the full moons with Moony, relaxing after work with James, Harriet's graduation, Harriet's wedding-
Well, maybe not that last one. He doubted James would be relenting on his "no dating" policy anytime soon. If Harriet ever did get married-
No.
He shook himself out of it. This was what happened when you spent six hours straight digging through rubbish. He needed to focus. It was a shame that James wasn't able to be here, but he had been called in on urgent Auror business. It was unusual for one of them to go without the other, but apparently it was only a minor incident involving Mad-Eye Moody and some trashcans. Sirius chuckled. That man was paranoid to the point of insanity. It's what made him such a good Auror.
Sirius picked up another box and began to sort through it.
No...
No...
What the hell is that?
No...
N-
Sirius held up a locket- an exact copy of the one that James had found in the cave- that had been buried at the bottom of the bag.
Damn, Sirius thought, thinking of Dumbledore, the old man was right.
Sirius flipped the locket over and ran his finger over the engravings. It was quite pretty, if he was honest. Probably something he would have given Harriet, if he hadn't known what it really was.
He shuddered at the thought.
Sirius placed the rest of the box off to the side and stood up. He let the locket dangle from the chain and watched it turn in the light. He was about to put it in his pocket when a loud screech interrupted him.
"No!"
A small, dark, blur suddenly jumped out from behind one of the couches and snatched the locket out of his hand.
Sirius sputtered.
"Kreacher!" Sirius scowled, momentarily forgetting about his mother's portrait. When he did remember, it was too late. She began screaming angrily about Mudbloods and scum. Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to ignore her.
He hissed, speaking more quietly, "What did you do that for?"
Kreacher didn't say anything, but instead tried to flee the room. Sirius grabbed him by the back of his grubby uniform.
"Stay here!" Sirius ordered, too shocked to ask for the locket back. Kreacher might have been a bizarre elf with a penchant for stealing, but even he had never been so blatant as to steal something directly from his master's hand.
"And answer the question!"
Kreacher struggled against the order, but wasn't able to fight it.
"Kreacher promised," Kreacher choked.
Sirius rubbed his face with his hand. That elf...
"Promised who what?" Sirius demanded. "And give me that locket back."
For the first time since Sirius had known him, Kreacher disobeyed a direct order. He clutched the locket tightly and took several steps back from Sirius. He kept rocking back and forth on his heels, mumbling to himself, "Kreacher promised. Kreacher promised."
Sirius's initial reaction would have been to kick Kreacher to the side and taken the locket by force, but then he remembered Harriet.
He didn't really know why he chose that moment to remember her, but he did. He remembered James telling him about the conversation he and Harriet had had in front of Gringotts during her first trip to Diagon Alley and he remembered how appalled Harriet had been at the statue of the house elf in the Ministry.
But, most importantly, he remembered Harriet, on the first day he had seen her since Azkaban, when he had snapped at the Dursleys.
She had been so scared.
Of him.
He had let his anger get the better of him, but she had forgiven him. Would she forgive him if he did it again?
Sirius had never liked Kreacher. He doubted that he ever would. In fact, Sirius would probably spend the rest of his life hating Kreacher, and Kreacher hating him. But in that moment Sirius was faced with two decisions.
One that his goddaughter would understand.
The other that his goddaughter would be proud of.
He mentally cursed James for having a kid and naming him godfather. He wouldn't have been in this situation otherwise.
Sirius then crouched down to be closer to Kreacher and took a deep, calming breath.
"Kreacher?" Sirius asked hesitantly. "What are you talking about?"
Realizing that being gentle would not work, Sirius said firmly, "Tell me."
"Kreacher-" Kreacher gasped. "Kreacher promised Master Regulus."
Kreacher let out another gasp and Sirius felt his heart plummet into his stomach. He cleared his throat.
"What did you promise him? What happened? Kreacher, do you know how Regulus died?"
The elf burst into a fresh round of tears, confirming Sirius's question and making his mother's painting scream all over again. All of these years, Sirius had never considered asking Kreacher about his brother, but, now, it made sense. They had always been close.
"Tell me what happened," Sirius ordered again.
Kreacher, took a gasping breath and began to tell his story. He explained about the night that Voldemort had asked for a house elf and Regulus had volunteered him. Kreacher described the cave- the same cave that James and Dumbledore had explored weeks earlier. He talked about the potion and the Horcrux.
Then, Kreacher told him about the night Regulus died. Kreacher explained that Regulus had not let Kreacher take the potion again and that Regulus's last orders were for Kreacher was to return home and destroy the locket. Kreacher let out a wail, ashamed that, as hard as he might have tried, the locket still existed.
Sirius sat straight down, almost falling backwards, his mother's screaming long pushed to the back of his mind.
He let out a bitter laugh.
All that time...
Kreacher had known for all that time, but Sirius had never asked.
Because of pride.
And, to make matters worse, Regulus had to go and be a hero.
Sirius put his face in his hands and rubbed hard. What a day. He scowled as Kreacher let out another wail. The elf hadn't stopped crying since he had finished telling his story, not that Sirius blamed him.
Sirius eyed him warily and let out a heavy sigh. Right, first deal with the hysterical elf. Then his own feelings.
He was procrastinating and he knew it, but he didn't really care.
"Right, Kreacher," Sirius said. "Thank-you for telling me."
Kreacher sniffled.
"I'm going to need the locket, Kreacher," Sirius said after a moment. Kreacher clutched it tighter to his chest. "I need to destroy it Kreacher."
Kreacher looked at him, obviously not trusting him one bit. "Master Sirius will fulfill Master Regulus's last wishes?"
That was the most respectfully Kreacher had ever addressed him. Sirius nodded and held out his hand for the locket. Kreacher gave it to Sirius, but the expression on his face looked almost pained.
Sirius felt slightly guilty. Placing the Horcrux in his pocket, he nudged the other locket in his pocket (the harmless one that James had found in the cave and given to him for comparison). He had an idea.
"Kreacher," Sirius called. Kreacher blinked in response. "To reward you for your bravery, I am sure Regulus would want you to have this."
Sirius handed Kreacher the normal locket, which Kreacher took reverently. At first, Sirius thought that Kreacher wouldn't accept it, but then Kreacher burst into another round of hysterical sobs. He threw himself down at Sirius's feet. Sirius, feeling incredibly awkward, patted Kreacher gently on the back.
"There, there," he said hesitantly. "It's alright."
Kreacher looked up at Sirius thankfully. "Thank you, Master Sirius! Thank you!"
"You're welcome," Sirius said in surprise. He stood up. "I need to be going, now."
Kreacher straightened and followed Sirius as he headed for the Floo. "When will you be back, Master Sirius?"
Sirius blanched.
"I- I don't know," he admitted. Kreacher looked disappointed and, without thinking, Sirius added, "But soon."
Kreacher brightened. "Kreacher will make sure the house is ready for the Master."
Sirius nodded. "You do that."
"And the little Mistress?" Kreacher prodded. "Mistress Harriet? Will you be bringing her along?"
"Harriet?" Sirius asked in surprise.
"Yes!" Kreacher said excitedly. Sirius had never seen this side of the Kreacher before. If Kreacher was always like this, Sirius could see why Regulus had always been found of him. "Master Regulus always spoke fondly of the little Mistress."
"He did?" Sirius asked in surprise. He didn't realize that Regulus cared about Sirius's friends. He was learning all sorts of new surprises today.
Kreacher nodded and Sirius said, "Well, maybe. We'll see next time I come here. I need to make sure the house is safe, first."
"Of course, of course," Kreacher nodded. "Kreacher will help Master Sirius in any way he can."
"Thanks," Sirius said after a minute, and meaning it. "I'll see you soon. Take care."
Then Sirius left through the Floo.
Harriet Potter and Sirius Black, Potter Manor- December 26, 1992
Harriet was alone at home for the first time in a very long time. It wasn't supposed to be that way. It was the day after Christmas, after all.
But she was.
Remus and Sirius and Snape each had their own business to attend to, so Harriet had been left with her parents. Then there was an emergency with some old friend of her father's, so he had to leave, and then Snape had an issue with a potion and Harriet's mum had stepped out to help him.
She had made Harriet promise to not open the door for anyone and to not touch the stove (despite Harriet's assurances that she hadn't burned herself in years, neither one of her parents wanted her cooking).
So, Harriet sat with Isaura and her Broomstick Servicing Kit (a gift from Hermione), cleaning her Firebolt.
At least, that's what she was doing until Sirius stumbled through the Floo.
He looked more tired and worn out than Harriet had ever seen him, even more so than the day he and her parents had first shown up at the Dursley's. His eyes were red and he looked as though he had been crying.
Harriet sat straight up.
"Sirius?"
"Not now, Prongslette," he rasped, sitting down harshly on the couch. Harriet moved closer to him.
"Uncle Padfoot?" She asks. "Are you alright?"
"I said 'Not now,' Prongslette," Sirius snapped, far more harshly than he had intended. Harriet flinched, surprised and Sirius groaned. He had managed to do so well with Kreacher, and then he had gone and snapped at her.
He opened his arms. "I'm sorry, Prongslette. I didn't mean to- It's been a long day and I- I just-"
Harriet didn't hesitate in hopping up on the couch next to him and wrapping him in a hug. All she knew was that he was upset and needed comforting. That was more than enough for her.
They stayed like that for an immeasurable amount of time. When Harriet's mother came home a little while later, that's how she found them: curled up on the couch, asleep, smiles on both of their faces.
AN: Another short chapter, but the timing (what with Christmas and the holidays and all) was just too good. What are the odds I'd be writing the Christmas chapter over the holidays? So there's a lovely present from me to all of you! I hope you enjoy! After all, who doesn't love Harriet and Sirius family-bonding time, hmm?
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