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CHAPTER THREE

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The following day went much the same as most had so far this summer for Harry Potter. He woke up and worked on reading a bit, taking notes, trying to think of anything he could concerning Horcruxes. He didn't get much done because Lily would come up with Grace and convince him to abandon his studies then come down for breakfast, assuring him that Dumbledore was doing a fine job, that he was too young to be worrying so much. Also, that the Horcruxes would all be taken care of before too long. Just a few weeks ago, they had found success in locating the third of six Horcruxes; a locket, that Dumbledore had them destroy immediately. Once they were full of food, Lily bid the children goodbye and went off to work. Harry would do a bit more reading before getting frustrated and taking a break, which he spent today out back playing Quidditch with Ron, who had stayed the night last night.

It was late afternoon the time they carried their brooms back into the house, leaning them against one corner of the wall nearest the back door they had entered through and they passed through the kitchen, each grabbing a handful of cookies from the pile on the plate Grace was currently adding to. "Hey! Those aren't for you!" Grace exclaimed, glaring then throwing one of her oven mitts at them. Harry and Ron chuckled, jogging upstairs into the first room on the left, which was Harry's room. The exhausted boys collapsed onto the bed and shoved their cookies into their mouths.

The room was a bit big for Harry's tastes, which was why most of it looked a bit empty. There was his bed with its maroon and navy bedspread and a small bedside table. His school trunk was at the foot of his bed and there was a wardrobe across the room. There had been a desk against the wall but it had broken last summer during a disastrous night when both Harry and Grace had guests stay the night. James had made the mistake of getting the group of teenagers hyped up on sugar and encouraging rowdy behavior. The small stereo that had once sat on the desk now resided on the floor in its place, looking a bit strange with nothing higher to sit up on and it was a bit frustrating having to get down onto the floor to play his music. There was a laundry basket and a trash bin by the door, leaving a lot of bare, excess floor with nothing to cover it. These days it was a little better, what with his books, magazines, and notes scattered all about.

The walls, at least, were busier than the floor. There were a few Gryffindor banners in place; several posters for Puddlemere United, his favorite Quidditch team. Also, there were a few for the Chudley Cannons, all gifts from Ron, who was trying to get Harry more onto his side of things. A few posters from various Wizarding bands, including one signed by all of the members of the Babbling Banshees and another signed by the Weird Sisters. Pictures of friends and family, the Potter family crest and motto. There were even various drawings of strange creatures and some of his schoolmates that Luna Lovegood had drawn for him over the past couple of years in her elective Art class.

"I almost beat you, you know," Ron said, mouth full, after a few minutes.

Harry laughed and rolled his eyes. "Just like I always almost beat you at chess?"

"Hey now! I'm better at Quidditch than you are at chess," Ron defended, sitting up and shoving more cookies into his mouth.

"I'm not that bad," Harry grumbled. Wizarding chess could be fun but Harry didn't have a great interest in it. Ron was so bloody amazing at it, though, that it was hard to want to play with him. It was a guaranteed loss from the start, he swore. But he often played to humor Ron, even if it meant getting his arse kicked. He, at least, felt good in knowing that he was better than most when it came to Quidditch.

"Compared to him, everyone's bad, right?" said a voice from the doorway. The boys looked up to see Grace standing in the doorway with her dark red curls pinned on top of her head, her face, clothes and arms all covered in flour and milk with small smears of the finished cookie dough.

"You just say that 'cause you're terrible at it," Harry told her, grinning as Ron snickered.

"How did you even make cookies?" Ron asked, gaping at her. "Looks like you got all of the cookie dough all over you. How did you have enough to put in the oven?"

"I made sure to make a lot," Grace said, rolling her eyes.

"Go clean up, Grace," Harry said.

"I was about to!" Grace said. "I was just bringing you your surprise."

"What surprise?" Ron asked eagerly.

Grace grinned and walked off. In her place, Hermione stepped into the doorway with a smile. "Oh, it's just you," Ron said to his girlfriend in a disappointed tone, though his bright blue eyes betrayed his happiness and excitement. "I thought you were keeping Gin company today."

"I was," Hermione said, stepping into the room and seating herself between Harry and Ron on the bed. "Luna wanted her to go visit for something or other and I told her to go ahead, saying I would come see our boys."

"Great," Harry said. "I appreciate your company, at least."

"Thank you, Harry," Hermione said with a smile.

"So, did you ever get your proof that Ron is your soul mate?" Harry asked teasingly.

"No, Dumbledore had left already," Hermione said with a shrug. She reached over and linked her fingers through Ron's, smiling lovingly at him. "I'm not that worried about it though. What about you, Harry? Are you going to find your soul mate when you turn seventeen?"

"If I can get my parents to agree, I'll do it right away," Harry assured her. To some people, this whole soul mates thing was a sort of sweet 'all of my dreams are coming true' idea. Harry, though, listened as Fred and George had explained the concepts they recalled from the meeting about soul mates and Soul Bonding, about how much help it could be with things. He didn't fully understand how it worked, but if it did, what did he have to lose? They had a war going on and every little bit of extra help would be great!

"I'm sure they will!" Hermione said with a bright smile. She had a gleam in her chocolate brown eyes, sitting up a bit straighter. "Do you realize how rare it was for anyone to realize they're soul mates? To even test if someone is a soul mate is incredibly difficult magic It's not like people go around seeing if they're soul mated to every person they know, just in case. There are very few recorded events of this phenomenon. Even fewer on Soul Bonding. And what information we do have is very old and hard to come by. What Professor Snape has done is…it's amazing! From what we do know about soul mates, this whole concept can be a great boost to our side. Not only that, but there very well may be perks to Bonding that we don't even know about yet! I have so many theories and I'm sure Professor Dumbledore does, too. We'll have the chance to study this! We can be a part of this research and can learn so many new things with this! Soul mates and Soul Bonding could very well be more powerful than we even realize! It's so very exciting to see how things go! Hopefully they'll let me be a part of the research group. I find this so very fascinating; I would like very much to be a part of all of this." Harry and Ron grinned at each other behind Hermione's back and listened to her babble on enthusiastically about the project. Harry could admit he was curious as to how the whole thing would work and was especially hopeful that it would be a big aid to the Order of the Phoenix. Not to mention Hermione was brilliant and both wizards could easily see Hermione uncovering all sorts of amazing things about the subject once they got further into things.

"Well, once we have a chance to talk to Dumbledore, we can do a Bond and see, firsthand, how it all works," Ron assured her with a smile, giving her hand a small squeeze. Out of nowhere, Hermione threw herself at him, kissing him fiercely. Ron made a noise of surprise and fell over onto his side.

Harry blinked in surprise then sighed heavily, lifting his leg to nudge them both with his foot. "What did I say about snogging like this in front of me?"

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Remus raked his fingers through his graying hair, feeling strangely nervous as he approached the door of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius Black was one of his best friends. There was nothing more between them than that, even if they were soul mates. Tonks was right, Magical Bonds: Past, Present, and Future had claimed that soul mates could merely be very good friends. There had even been two documented cases of family membersbeing soul mates! There didn't have to be true love involved in this. Tonks's words had brought him great comfort and he had been sure to borrow a copy of the book from Lily to do more reading on the subject, which made him feel more comfortable. Somehow, though, the prospect of actually facing Sirius after that was a bit nerve-wracking.

He continued his walk towards the front door, feeling more and more dread fill him with every step. That didn't stop him from raising his fist and knocking on the door when the time came nor he didn't turn and Disapparate before Sirius could open the door. He stood with a forced smile when a very surprised Sirius answered the door. "Remus!" Sirius exclaimed in a falsely bright tone with smile that never quite met his eyes in all of their discomfort and nervousness. "I didn't know you'd be paying me a visit today."

"I never needed a reason to visit before," Remus pointed out with a small smile. "Can I come in?"

"Uh…Sure. Of course! Come in," Sirius said, regaining at least some semblance of his usual confidence as he stood up straight and stepped aside to let Remus in, something that seemed to take every ounce of his Gryffindor bravery. Remus understood the feeling. It was the same push that forced his unwilling legs to step into the entranceway of the house, moving forward quietly while Sirius slowly closed the door as to not make too much racket to wake up his horrible mother's portrait.

Sirius wordlessly jerked his head in the direction of the living room and Remus nodded, the two friends quietly walking together into the sitting room. The awkwardness was thick between them and Remus could not remember a time he had ever felt so uncomfortable around Sirius. How was one supposed to react to learning their soul mate was their best friend? Their male best friend? Even if soul mates could have a platonic relationship, it was always so associated with romantic love and that made things awkward.

"So…To what do I owe this pleasure?" Sirius asked, sitting down on the couch, his attempt at looking nonchalant failing miserably.

Remus cleared his throat. "We never did get the chance to discuss things yesterday," Remus explained.

"What things?" Sirius asked.

You know what things, Remus wanted to say in his frustration, but he managed to stay calm and pulled his thoughts together. "The fact that we're apparently soul mates and whether or not we want to do this Soul Bond or not."

"Ah…" Sirius said, letting all pretenses drop and letting his discomfort fully show. "Well…I…Really?"

Remus laughed. "Weren't you paying attention in the meeting?"

Sirius looked confused. "Yes?"

"Soul mates have nothing to do with our love lives," Remus pointed out. "They can be really good friends or even family members. So there is nothing wrong with us being…soul mates." It still felt incredibly weird and unnatural to say. "Or even performing the Soul Bond."

"Oh…Yeah," Sirius said, grinning a bit more easily and relaxing. "I knew that. Don't tell me you were worried or something."

Remus laughed and shook his head. "Of course not. Not worried at all," he said. Sirius's new calmness made him feel slightly better about the situation, though that nervousness didn't seem willing to disappear entirely. "So…There's no reason for us to…not…do this?"

"Exactly," Sirius said with a smile. "We're best mates. No reason not to."

"Exactly," Remus replied. They were close friends and they wouldn't have to do anything weird to do this Bond. It wouldn't require them to have sex or hurt each other like some of the Bonds in that book. It wasn't a love, or sexual or a slavery Bond, nothing of that nature. There wasn't much known about it, which was tricky, but they apparently knew enough to ensure that they weren't getting themselves into anything horrible. Whoever had done research on the Soul Bonds had been clever enough to rule out all of the bigger, more dangerous or controversial aspects of most Bonds. With almost no known issues to result from the Bond, and the good it could do not only them, but possibly for the Order, as well, there was no reason not to and every reason to do it. "So…We'll do this?"

"Of course we will,once I find out what it all entails exactly," Sirius replied. "You don't happen to have a copy of that book, do you?"

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Once Ron and Hermione had come up for air, Harry managed to get them onto the subject of Horcruxes again. There was only so much they could do as teenagers, especially since Dumbledore was spending a lot of his own time actually out there looking for them. Harry was eager to lend a hand, though, fully intending to start helping once he turned seventeen and was debating whether or not to even return to Hogwarts next year. He'd be of age and could drop out without needing his parents to be okay with it. If he didn't have school to worry about, he could join the Order and dedicate his time to bringing down Voldemort once and for all. Saving the world was surely more important than finishing his education. Maybe they were halfway through destroying the Horcruxes, but there was no telling where the other ones were and he still had to kill Voldemort himself once that task was done. There was still so much to do and, according to the twins and what they heard in Order meetings, Voldemort was getting stronger.

Every time he mentioned it, Hermione became upset. She would scold him about abandoning his schoolwork then go on about how important it was for him to finish school and take his NEWTS, that Dumbledore was taking care of the Horcruxes so all he had to do was doing what he was now. They would get into rather heated arguments about it. About how Harry needed to leave the work to more experienced wizards, that he couldn't assume responsibility for this entire war. Harry thought Hermione didn't seem to understand the importance of this work and needed to get her priorities in order then understand that school wasn't everything. It could get pretty nasty and Hermione even threatened to tell his parents his plan multiple times, as if that would stop him. Even if they tried punishing him for his plan, he would be seventeen before school started and, legally, they couldn't stop him. He'd be of age by then. Ron tried to stay out of the arguments, though he could get nasty with Harry if he thought he was being too unreasonably mean to his girlfriend.

Nowadays, Harry and Hermione did their best to stay off the topic of plans for the future and focused solely on their studies.

Ron had little care for their work, only helping now and then, though he seemed to have a hard time staying focused. While Harry and Hermione had their books spread open on the bed, Ron was sitting on the floor by the radio, playing music quietly while he read a Quidditch magazine inside the Dark Arts book Hermione had given him to study. At least he wasn't eating candy and chewing loudly or doing anything else that would get on Hermione's nerves while reading. Hermione seemed too caught up in her book to even notice the newest Weird Sisters hit playing softly in the background.

"There has got to be something, somewhere," Hermione sighed in frustration, tossing another book to the floor and pulling another one in front of her. Harry was brainstorming on possible areas and items, using what information he knew about Voldemort, secretly hoping he would have another vision of the Dark wizard soon to, hopefully, give him some sort of clues as he was running out of ideas. Hermione, meanwhile, was researching everything she could on the Founders of Hogwarts, hoping to find out what the last item could possibly be. No one seemed to care as much about items the Founders might have owned and, instead, cared more about their histories and accomplishments. Hermione had stopped too many times to point out one interesting fact or another before needing reminding that she had to focus more on items. She had spent a good hour staring intently at various photographs of paintings of the Founders in various museums, but decided it was not very useful. Not when every painter seemed to have different visions of the Founders, and she couldn't find which had actually been painted in the time period of the Founders, of people who might have actually seen them.

"Just gotta keep looking," Harry said in the same frustrated disappointment. It felt like they had been over everything. There wasn't exactly much information to go on. Horcruxes were old, Dark, rare magic. Harry ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose then taking a deep breath. He was starting to get a headache. They had been thinking, and studying, for almost two hours to no avail. They had been working on this since summer started and had gotten nofurther than finding and destroying the locket. And that had been more Dumbledore's doing than anything.

"You are two are too young to be this stressed out," said a voice from the doorway. Harry looked up in surprise to see his mother standing there with a small smile on her face.

"Oh! Hi, Mrs. Potter," Hermione said warmly.

"Hello, Hermione," Lily said with a laugh. "Ron."

"Hey, Mum. You're home early," Harry commented, checking the time. He hadn't expected either of his parents to be home for another few hours.

"Thanks," Lily said with a laugh. "I can just leave again if it's such a problem."

"No, don't go, Mum!" Grace exclaimed, running up behind her and hugging Lily from behind. Lily laughed and lost her balance, having to catch herself on the doorframe. "Harry's just a grumpy-pus 'cause he sucks at this."

"Shut up, Grace," Harry snapped. She couldn't take anything seriously at all.

"Grace, be nice. Harry's doing a great job, It's just really hard. Even Professor Dumbledore's been having trouble with this," Lily explained.

"Which is why we need to help out in any way we can," Harry said, glaring down at the parchments and books that covered his bed.

"Which is very good of you," Lily said. "But Professor Dumbledore is doing a fine job and you don't need to push yourself so hard on this. Don't tell me you've been doing this all day."

"No, we played Quidditch earlier!" Ron announced with a grin.

"Good. Thank you, Ron," Lily said with a smile. Harry turned and eyed his best friend who smiled sheepishly. Harry wouldn't put it past his parents to bribe Ron into staying the night and making Harry get his mind off his work. He appreciated their concern, but he knew that he needed to get this done. "Now why don't you three go play Quidditch with Gracie. Keep her out of my hair while I get dinner done before your father gets home."

"I won't be in your hair!" Grace exclaimed indignantly. "I like to help cook!"

"You like to add sugar where it isn't needed, too much salt, and that's only when you're actually trying," Lily said with a fond smile. "Not to mention slathering chocolate syrup over the chicken, hiding a Golden Snitch in our spaghetti, slipping a Babbling Beverage into our butterbeer. I don't even know where you got your hands on that."

"I'll never tell," Grace said with a grin.

"Probably the twins," Ron snorted. Grace looked surprised and then shot him a sharp glare when Lily raised her eyebrow. "What? It's obvious. Grace is like their little protégé. When she's of age, I bet they'll both be fighting over who gets to marry her."

"Ron, that's my thirteen year old sister you're talking about!" Harry said with a laugh, throwing a pillow at him. "You can't talk about her marrying anyone yet."

"What? The three of them are like a match made in prankster paradise," Ron said.

"Well that settles it. You're not going to the Burrow or Weasley Wizard Wheezes anymore, Gracie," Lily teased. "We don't need you under more bad influences."

"They're not bad influences! They're just really fun. I'd be this bad no matter what," Grace laughed.

"Right. Well, all the same, you four, outside," Lily said, lightly shoving Grace back into the hallway and motioning for the others to follow.

"Err…I'm not much of a flier, Mrs. Potter," Hermione reminded her uneasily as Ron jumped up and tugged on her hand.

"As long as you distract Grace, I don't care what you do," Lily assured them with a smile. "Off you go, come on."

Lily ushered them outside and Harry and Ron were sure to grab their brooms on the way out. Grace volunteered to stay grounded with Hermione while Ron and Harry mounted their brooms and brought out a Quaffle. Grace kept trying to sneak back into the house, though they all just figured she was determined to do something only because Lily had made a big deal about keeping Grace away.

"Grace, you're thirteen, stop acting like a child!" Harry heard Hermione snap ten minutes in as he flew near them.

"Hermione, you're seventeen, stop acting like my mother!" Grace snapped back.

"Hey, play nice!" Harry told them before flying further into the backyard after Ron.

The next time Harry spared them a glance, Hermione was sitting, looking nervous, in the grass while Grace kneeled behind her, doing something with her hair. "Is it just me, or does that not look safe?" Harry asked as Ron neared him. Ron caught the Quaffle and held it in his arms, looking over towards Hermione and Grace.

"Mate, nothing involving your sister can be safe," Ron said. "She's actually worse than the twins. But that's only cause she's so small and innocent looking that she can get away with more."

"Should we warn Hermione?" Harry asked, tilting his head. He watched as Grace poured something that looked like gel into her hands and began rubbing it into Hermione's hair.

"Err…Looks like it's too late," Ron said, eyes widening.

"Shite," Harry sighed, watching as Hermione's hair turned a blue-green color where Grace rubbed the potion in. "GRACE, STOP THAT!" Harry shouted.

"Oh no, what'd she do?" Hermione demanded, grabbing a strand of her slick, blue hair and shrieking when she saw it. "GRACE, WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"I was testing out a new product the twins made! They sent me some for free!" Grace giggled. "Blue's not really your color, Herms."

"Oh no!" moaned Hermione as Harry and Ron flew nearer and dismounted their brooms. "Does it come out?"

"Erm…I didn't really ask," Grace admitted with a sheepish smile. "I probably should before I put it in my hair. I don't want pink hair permanently."

"I DON'T WANT BLUE HAIR PERMANENTLY!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Aww it'll be fine, Mione. If all else fails, we can find a potion that's close to your natural hair color," Ron offered.

"What's going-?" said a new voice as the back door opened. Lily stared and sighed heavily, glaring at Grace. "Grace Lily Potter…"

"Mum, she said I could do her hair!" Grace argued immediately.

"I doubt she wanted blue hair, Grace," Lily said with a frown.

"Nope. Not a fan of blue hair," Hermione said, grasping strands of her hair and pulling it around to her face so she could look at them.

"Young lady, you're using your allowance to pay for something to fix Hermione's hair," Lily said sternly. "I swear, we can't leave you alone for two seconds."

"I wasn't alone, you had them watch me! Remember?" Grace pointed out.

"Don't argue with me, Grace," Lily snapped. "Go to your room and stay there until dinner."

"But Mum!" Grace said.

"Go, Grace!" Lily said, pointing to the door. "Apologize to Hermione first."

"Sorry, Hermione," Grace mumbled. "It was just a joke, and I'm sure it won't be hard to fix. But I'm sorry for turning your hair temporarily blue."

"Grace," Lily said warningly.

"I said I was sorry!" Grace said, letting herself be ushered into the house by her mother.

"I cannot believe her!" Hermione mumbled, frowning and tugging at her blue hair.

"I can't believe Fred and George will send her stuff for free. But me? Their brother? Their own flesh and blood? Nooooo," Ron mumbled.

"You should have known better, Mione," Harry said, taking the Quaffle from Ron and putting it back in its box. "You can't let Grace do anything where you can't keep a close eye on her."

"I was trying to keep her distracted!" Hermione defended.

"Well, I think it worked…for a little while," Harry said, holding out his hand to help Hermione up. He then linked his arm through hers while Ron took her other hand in his and they headed back to the house together.

"Don't worry about it, Mione," Ron said, giving her hand a small squeeze. "I still think you're the prettiest girl, even with blue hair."

"Oh, Ron," Hermione sighed with a loving smile.

Even with the two of them dating for nearly two years now, it was still hard to be around them when they were being all lovey-dovey. The sad thing was that it was easier to be around them when they were fighting, which happened rather often, honestly. It worked for them, though. They thrived off their arguments and differences, loving each other for it. It was just hard when your two best, closest friends were so much closer to each other and so…involved that way. Harry did his best not to pay attention to their googly-eyes as he led them into the house.

"Did she really?" Harry heard the familiar voice of his father saying as they entered the house. Harry set his broom in its usual place and walked into the kitchen where James and Lily stood discussing Grace. He noticed Grace trying to sneak from the bottom of the staircase towards the living room and Harry cleared his throat, nodding in her direction. James and Lily both turned to glare at her then Lily spun around, marching over to her. Grace scoffed and shot a nasty glare in Harry's direction.

"Whoa…That really is blue," James said, eyes widening when he saw Hermione.

"Did you think Mum was lying?" Harry asked with a grin.

"Not exactly, but…Bloody hell, Hermione," James said with a frown.

"Thanks, Mr. Potter," Hermione sighed, helplessly flicking the ends of her blue hair.

"It's not so bad," James said with a shrug. "Makes you look like Ricky Blue from the Babbling Banshees. Right?"

"I don't want to look like Ricky Blue! I want my hair back," Hermione said miserably.

"Don't you worry, Hermione," Lily said, walking back into the kitchen. "I have Grace looking for a way to fix it."

"Thank you, Mrs. Potter," Hermione said, quickly tying her hair back with a ponytail she transfigured from a string in her pocket.

"Now go on and wash up. Dinner should be done soon," Lily said.

"You two go on, I need to talk to my parents," Harry said to Ron and Hermione.

Ron looked confused but Hermione seemed to remember what he wanted to talk to them about. She took her boyfriend's hand and pulled him along while Harry leaned back against the counter, looking at his curious parents. "So…I heard about the whole soul mate thing."

James and Lily looked at each other with amused smiles. "Two galleons it was the twins," James said quietly, nudging his wife.

"I'm not betting against that," she scoffed.

Harry laughed. "Yeah, well…"

"Harry," Lily interjected. "You only have two weeks until your birthday."

"I know," Harry said, flushing a bit. "I just…I want to do this as soon as possible. I mean, anything that helps, we should do, right? And…I dunno, we don't have time to waste anymore. I really want to do this."

James turned his uncertain hazel eyes to his wife who just smiled sadly at their son. Harry shifted uncomfortably under her gaze and looked down at his feet. His mother was worrying, undoubtedly, that he was growing up too fast. It was what she had told him when they had a long talk just last week as she expressed her concerns about him putting so much of himself into this Horcrux mission. He was only sixteen and had spent so much of his time being so grown up. She was proud of him, sure, but worried. It was hard not to take on this responsibility, though. The prophecy referred to him. He was the Chosen One, as the Daily Prophet liked to call him. He had to be the one to defeat Lord Voldemort, and as long as that Dark wizard was alive, Harry couldn't rest easy, no matter what anyone else said.

"You can send an owl to Professor Dumbledore or Professor Snape when you have time and ask if either of them has time to meet with you," Lily agreed. "But I don't want you pestering them. You'll only do it when they have time, even if you have to wait until you're seventeen. Chances are, you don't even know your soul mate and it could take time for you to find then meet them and all of that, So, I don't see why you can't at least start the process now," she relented. "But dinner's almost ready, so no letter-writing until you eat."

"She doesn't even ask my opinion on the matter," James mumbled, though he was grinning.

"You'd let Harry and Grace get away with murder if they were so inclined," Lily told him, rolling her eyes and playfully shoving his chest.

"Only if the other person deserved it," James joked. He then eyed Harry. "I was just joking! Don't go out killing people."

"Not even Death Eaters and Dark Lords?" Harry asked.

Lily glared at him and James eyed her. "Errr…Leave that to the professionals, alright?"

"For now," Harry agreed, grabbing a buttered roll from the bowl on the counter and shoving it in his mouth, quickly jumping away before his mother could slap him. He laughed and walked towards the staircase, wanting a quick shower to get rid of the sweaty, dirty feeling he had before they ate. He only got his hand on the railing when there was a loud knock on the front door. Harry quickly changed directions, pushing himself off the railing then walked through the living room towards the front door, stunned to find both Dumbledore andSnape standing there.

Snape looked as unpleasant as ever, cold black eyes staring at Harry as if he was the most disgusting thing in the world. Snape was nicer,and by nicer he meant slightly less mean, to Harry than most Gryffindors, mainly because of the man's friendship with his mother. But even if he wasn't being unnecessarily bullied at school, Snape was still a git to most people, a tough teacher, and made very clear his distaste for Harry, Grace, and James.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, stood in dark pink robes with a silver hat to match the silver trimming on his robes. His blue eyes twinkled as they always did and he wore a small, pleased smile. "Good afternoon, Harry. May we come in? Professor Snape and I would like to have a chat with your parents and yourself."

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