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Clearly, Harry couldn’t have been any more wrong. As Aunt Marge started to make herself at home, Harry caught himself thinking almost longingly of a week at number four without her. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia usually encouraged Harry to stay out of their way, which Harry was only too happy to do. Aunt Marge, on the other hand, wanted Harry under her eye at all times, so that she could boom out suggestions for his improvement. “Now look at my Dudders, filled out and healthy!” She exclaimed. “What about Ryan?” Max remarked. “What about him?” She sniffed. “Well he’s your nephew too.

It was surreal, how little the castle had changed. There were still the stone towers, the glass windows that brought multicolored light into the halls. The hospital ward too had not changed a bit for he had been there more times than he liked to remember, be it for him or for James and Sirius. If only Remus Lupin's heart wasn't dangerously close to stopping. He might have taken the time to appreciate it a bit more. But he spotted his son lying on one of the cots, still wearing the faded, hand-me-down uniform, his expression frozen in one of a mix of horror and confusion, if not a bit befuddled as though he couldn't quite figure out what had

“So, what’s he like?” Max asked as she and Harry followed Moria down the street. “He’s a bit…rough around the edges.” Moria admitted as they continued. “But I assure you that he’s nice enough.” Moria continued until she spotted him and sighed. Max hadn’t noticed yet. “Well yeah, you already told us that. But is he smart, funny, like dad or the exact opposite…serious, stern, or-” “Looking down a girl’s shirt?” Moria grumbled just loud enough for her older brother to hear and he straightened up and turned in alarm, and was faced by his short

Moria sighed as she glanced at the bedrooms of Harry and Max when she walked up the stairs. It had been incredibly quiet during dinner that night, and it wasn’t something Moria could blame them on. Honestly she didn’t know whether to be ecstatic about Sirius breaking free or wanting to strangle him because of how bloody reckless he was. Still she couldn’t deny there was a twinge of relief embedded in her heart with the thought that Sirius wasn’t in Azkaban anymore. Granted if he was caught again, he would likely be kissed by a Dementor… And then he would be gone from her, innocent or otherwise. “Sirius,