𓏲 . THE BOY WHO LIVED . .៹♡
                                                  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
                           ───  GOODBYE FOR NOW & OWL POST 

"Charlus! Harry! Alistair!" Hermione was tugging at their sleeves, staring at her watch. "We've got exactly ten minutes to get back down to the hospital wing without anybody seeing us - before Dumbledore locks the door -"

"Shit." Alistair mumbled. "OK," Har​ry said, wrench​ing his gaze from the sky, "let's go..."

The four of them slipped through the doorway behind them and down a tightly spiraling stone staircase, towards the infirmary. They ran as fast as they could before eventually reaching the hospital wing entrance.

The door opened and Dumbledore's back appeared. "I am going to lock you in," they heard him saying. "it is five minutes to midnight. Miss Granger, three turns should do it. Good luck."

Dumbledore backed out of the room, closed the door, and took out his wand to magically lock it. Panicking, Charlus, Harry, Alistair and Hermione ran forward.

Dumbledore looked up, and a wide smile appeared under the long silver mustache. "Well?" he asked quietly. "We did it!" Charlus replied breath​less​ly. "Sir​ius and Daniel have gone, on Buck​beak..."

Dumbledore beamed at them, but quickly changed his expression and furrowed his eyebrows, "Did what?"

Charlus, Harry, Alistair and Hermione looked at one another curiously as Albus gave them one last mischievous smile before he began to walk down the corridor, "Goodnight!"

Charlus shook his head with a laugh, "What a strange old man."

Harry, Alistair and Hermione laughed along with him as they slipped back inside the hospital wing. It was empty except for Ron, who was still lying motionless in the end bed.

"How did you get there?!" he said, utterly confused. "I was talking to you there! And now you're there!""What's he talking about , guys?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know," Harry said amused. "Honestly, Ron," Alistair contributed to the joke. "How can somebody be in two places at once?" "I think Madam Pomfrey gave you too much pain medicine." Charlus added.

The four of them laughed at the inside joke , relieved to know everything was over, as Ron looked at them, seeming as confused as ever.

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When Charlus, Har​ry, Alistair, Ron and Hermione left the hos​pi​tal wing at noon next day, it was to find an al​most de​sert​ed cas​tle. The swel​ter​ing heat and the end of the ex​ams meant that ev​ery​one was tak​ing full ad​van​tage of an​oth​er Hogsmeade vis​it.

Neither Ron nor Alistair nor Hermione felt like going, however, so they and the Potter twins wandered onto the grounds, still talking about the extraordinary events of the previous night and wondering where Sirius , Daniel and Buckbeak were now. Sitting near the lake, watching the giant squid waving its tentacles lazily above the water.

A shadow fell across them and they looked up to see a very bleary-eyed Hagrid, mopping his sweaty face with one of his tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs and beaming down at them.

"Know I shouldn' feel hap​py, af​ter wha' hap​pened las' night," he said. "I mean, Black and White-Riddle es​capin' again, an' ev​ery​thin' – but guess what?" "What?" they said, pre​tend​ing to look cu​ri​ous.

"Beaky! He escaped! He's free! Bin celebratin' all night!" Hagrid said happily. "That's won​der​ful!" Hermione said, giv​ing Ron a reprov​ing look be​cause he looked as though he was close to laugh​ing.

"Yeah ..can't've tied him up prop​er​ly," Ha​grid said, gazing hap​pi​ly out over the grounds. "I was wor​ried this mornin', mind...thought he migh​ta met Pro​fes​sor Lupin in the grounds, but Lupin says he nev​er ate any​thin' las' night..." "What?" Har​ry said quick​ly.

"Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" Ha​grid said, his smile fad​ing a lit​tle. He low​ered his voice, even though there was no​body in sight. "Er – Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin' ... thought ev​ery​- one'd know by now ... Pro​fes​sor Lupin's a were​wolf, see. An' he was loose in the grounds las' night. He's packin' now, o' course."

"What a son of a bitch!" Charlus stood up quickly. "I'm going to go to Snapes office and kick his ass-" "-no you aren't , Char. Unless you wanna be expelled." Hermione said with a look of, sir your ass back down. Charlus made no further comment.

"He's pack​ing?" Alistair said alarmed. "Why?" "Leav​in', isn' he?" Ha​grid said, look​ing sur​prised that the boy had to ask. "Re​signed firs' thing this mornin'. Says he can' risk it hap​penin' again."

Har​ry and Alistair scram​bled to their feet. "I'm go​ing to see him," Harry said to them all. "Me too," Alistair said. "But if he's resigned -" Hermione started. "- doesn't sound like there's anything we can do -" Ron added.

"I don't care. I still want to see him. We'll meet you back here." Harry said before turning to run off to the castle with Alistair and Charlus.

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"Hello Charlus, Harry, Alistair."

Lupin's of​fice door was open. He had al​ready packed most of his things. The Grindy​low's emp​ty tank stood next to his bat​tered old suit​case, which was open and near​ly full. Lupin was bend​ing over something on his desk, and on​ly looked up when Charlus, Harry and Alistair knocked on the door.

"I saw you three com​ing," Lupin said, smil​ing. He point​ed to the parch​ment he had been por​ing over. It was the Ma​raud​er's Map.

The three stayed by the door, looking at Lupin in shock. His face had three large scars - presumably healed by Madam Pomfrey - that weren't there before.

"I've looked worse, believe me," Lupin said with a smile. "We just saw Hagrid,"Harry said. "And he said you'd resigned. It's not true, is it?"

"I'm afraid it is," Lupin said. He start​ed open​ing his desk draw​ers and tak​ing out the con​tents. "Why?" Alistair asked. "The Ministry of Magic don't think you were helping Sirius and Daniel, do they?"

Lupin crossed to the door and closed it behind the three boys. "No. Professor Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge that I was trying to save your lives." He sighed. "That was the final straw for Severus. I think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard. So he-er- accidentally let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast."

"You're leaving because of that?" Charlus said, outrageous. "And I doubt his slip-up was accidental."

Lupin smiled wryly, "Whether it was or not...This time tomorrow, the owls will start arriving from parents....They will not want a werewolf teaching their children. And after last night, I see their point. I could have bitten any of you... that must never happen again."

"You're the best De​fence Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ev​er had!" Alistair said. "Don't go!"

Lupin shook his head and didn't speak. He carried on emptying his drawers. Then, while Charlus, Harry and Alistair were trying to think of a good argument to make him stay, Lupin said, "From what the headmaster told me this morning, you three saved a lot of lives last night. If I'm proud of anything I've done this year, it's how much you three have learned...Tell me about your Patronuses."

"How d'you know about that?" Har​ry said, distracted. "What else could have driven the Dementors back?" Lupin questioned, although he already knew the answer.

Alistair let Charlus and Harry tell Lupin what had happened. When they had finished, Lupin was smiling again. "Yes, your father was always a stag when he transformed," he said. "You guessed right...that's why we called him Prongs."

Lupin threw his last few books into his case, closed the desk drawers and turned to look at Alistair. "As for your patronus, Alistair, I thought yours would be a raven like your father's , but I guess not."

He hes​itat​ed, then held out the Maraud​er's Map out to Charlus. "And," he began to say. "I am no longer your teach​er, so I don't feel guilty about giv​ing you this back as well. It's no use to me, and I dare​say you three, Ron and Hermione will find us​es for it."

Charlus took the map and grinned. Lupin reach​ed down to close his case. "I have no hes​ita​tion in say​ing that James would have been high​ly disappoint​ed if his sons had nev​er found any of the secret pas​sages out of the cas​tle. "

There was a knock on the door. Charlus hasti​ly stuffed the Ma​raud​er's Map in his pocket. It was Pro​fes​sor Dum​ble​dore. He didn't look surprised to see them there. "Your car​riage is at the gates, Re​mus," he said.

"Thank you, Headmaster." Lupin replied before he picked up his old suitcase and the empty grindylow tank. "Well – good​bye, Charlus, Harry, Alistair," he said, smiling. "It has been a re​al plea​sure teach​ing you three. I feel sure we'll meet again some time. Head​mas​ter, there is no need to see me to the gates, I can man​age..."

Charlus  had the impression that Lupin wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

"Good​bye, then, Re​mus," Dum​ble​dore said sober​ly. Lupin shift​ed the Grindy​low tank slight​ly so that he and Dum​ble​dore could shake hands. Then, with a final nod to Charlus, Harry and Alistair, and a swift smile, Lupin left the of​fice.

Alistair sat down in his vacated chair while Charlus and Harry sat on the floor beside him, staring glumly at the floor. They heard the door close and looked up. Dumbledore was still there. "Why so miserable, Charlus, Harry, Alistair?" he said quietly. "You should be very proud of yourselves after last night."

"It didn't make any difference." Harry said bitterly. "Pettigrew got away." Alistair said. "We should've been faster.." Charlus added. "Didn't make any difference?" Dumbledore said quietly, "it made all the difference in the world, Charlus, Harry, Alistair. You three helped uncover the truth. You saved two innocent men from a terrible fate."

"Professor Dumbledore — weeks ago ,when we were having our Divination class, Professor Trelawney went very — very strange," Harry said suddenly as he recalled the Professor's prediction. "Indeed?" Dumbledore said . "Er — stranger than usual, you mean?"

"Yes... her voice went all deep and her eyes rolled and she said ... she said Voldemort's servant was going to set out to return to him before midnight.... She said the servant would help him come back to power." Harry stared up at Dumbledore. "And then she sort of became normal again, and she couldn't remember anything she'd said. Was it — was she making a real prediction?"

Dumbledore looked mildly impressed. "Do you know, I think she might have been," he said thoughtfully. "Who'd have thought it? That brings her total of real predictions up to two. I should offer her a pay raise...."

"But —" Harry looked at him, aghast. How could Dumbledore take this so calmly? "But — I stopped Sirius, Daniel and Professor Lupin from killing Pettigrew! That makes it my fault if Voldemort comes back!"

"It does not," Dumbledore said quietly. "Hasn't your experience with the Time-Turner taught you anything, Harry? The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed. . . Professor Trelawney, bless her, is living proof of that. . . You did a very noble thing, in saving Pettigrew's life."

"But if he helps Voldemort back to power..." Harry began to say, but Charlus cut him off. "It won't be your fault," he stated firmly, placing a hand on his brother's arm.

"Pettigrew owes his life to you. " Dumbledore said. "You have sent Voldemort a deputy who is in your debt. . . When one wizard saves another wizard's life, it creates a certain bond between them....and I'm much mistaken if Voldemort wants his servant in the debt of Harry Potter."

"I don't want a connection with Pettigrew!" Harry said. "He betrayed our parents!" "This is magic at its deepest, its most impenetrable, Harry," Dumbledore replied. " But trust me...the time may come when you will be very glad you saved Pettigrew's life."

Harry couldn't imagine when that would be. Dumbledore looked as though he knew what he was thinking. "I knew your father and Alistair's mother very well, both at Hogwarts and later, Harry," he said gently. "They would have saved Pettigrew too, I am sure of it."

"I thought it was our dad. . .who'd conjured my Patronus," Charlus admitted, a bit embarrassed. "I mean, when I saw myself across the lake....I thought I was seeing him."

"An easy mistake to make," Dumbledore said softly. "I expect you three'll tire of hearing it, but you do look extraordinarily like James and Regulus. Except for the eyes.....you have your mothers' eyes."

Charlus shook his head. "It was stupid, thinking it was him," he muttered. "I mean, I knew he was dead." "It wasn't stupid, Charlus...." Alistair told him. "It was understandable, like Professor Dumbledore said, you and Harry look a lot like your father."

"You think the dead we loved ever truly left us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in both of you, Charlus, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night."

It took a moment for Charlus and Harry to realise what Dumbledore had said.

"Last night Sirius and Daniel told me all about how they became Animagi," Dumbledore said, smiling. "An extraordinary achievement — not least, keeping it quiet from me. And then the most unusual forms your Patronuses took. You know, Charlus, in a way, you did see your father last night. . . You found him inside yourself and inside your brother."

And Dumbledore left the office, leaving the Potter twins to their very confused thoughts.

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No​body at Hog​warts knew the truth of what had happened the night that Sir​ius, Daniel, Buck​beak and Pettigrew had van​ished ex​cept for Charlus , Harry, Alistair, Ron, Hermione and Pro​fes​sor Dum​ble​dore.

As the end of term approached, Charlus heard many different theories about what had really happened, but none of them came close to the truth.

Draco Mal​foy was fu​ri​ous about Buck​beak, much to his brother's amusement. He was convinced that Ha​grid had found a way of smug​gling the Hip​pogriff to safe​ty, and seemed out​raged that he and his fa​ther had been out​wit​ted by a game​- keep​er. Per​cy Weasley, mean​while, had much to say on the sub​ject of Sir​ius and Daniel's es​cape.

"If I man​age to get in​to the Min​istry, I'll have a lot of pro​pos​als to make about Mag​ical Law En​force​ment!"he told the on​ly per​son who would lis​ten – his girlfriend, Pene​lope.

Though the weath​er was per​fect, though the atmosphere was so cheer​ful, though he knew they had achieved the near impossible in helping Sirius and Daniel to freedom, Charlus had never approached the end of a school year in worse spirits.

He cer​tain​ly wasn't the on​ly one who was sor​ry to see Pro​fes​sor Lupin go. The whole of Charlus' Defence Against the Dark Arts class were mis​er​able about his res​ig​na​tion.

"Won​der what they'll give us next year?" Seamus Finnigan said gloomi​ly. "Maybe a vam​pire," Dean Thomas suggested hopefully. "Or a centaur," Adrian Malfoy said. "As long as it's not a Death Eater." Matthew Scamander said jokingly.

It wasn't only Professor Lupin's departure that was weighing on Charlus' mind. He couldn't help thinking a lot about Professor Trelawney's prediction. He kept wondering where Pettigrew was now, whether he had sought sanctuary with Voldemort yet.

But the thing that was lowering Charlus' spirits most of all was the prospect of returning to the Dursleys. For maybe half an hour, a glorious half hour, he had believed Harry and he would be living with Sirius and Daniel from now on...their parents' best friends...It would have been the next best thing to having their own father back.

And while no news of Sirius and Daniel was definitely good news, because it meant they had successfully gone into hiding, Charlus couldn't help feeling miserable when he thought of the home they might have had, and the fact that it was now impossible.

The exam results came out on the last day of term. Charlus, Harry, Alistair, Ron, and Hermione had passed every subject. Charlus was amazed that he had got through Potions. He had a shrewd suspicion that Dumbledore might have stepped in to stop Snape failing him on purpose.

Snape failing him on purpose. Snape's behaviour toward Charlus and Harry over the past week had been quite alarming. Neither of them wouldn't have thought it possible that Snape's dislike for them could increase, but it certainly had.

A muscle twitches unpleasantly at the corner of Snape's thin mouth every time he looked at either of them, and he was constantly flexing his fingers, as though itching to place them around Charlus' and Harry's throat.

Percy had got his top-grade N.E.W.T.s; Fred and George had scraped a handful of O.W.L.s each. Slytherin House, meanwhile, largely thanks to their spectacular performance in the Quidditch Cup, had won the House championship for the ninth year running.

This meant that the end-of-term feast took place amid decorations of green and silver , and that the Slytherin table was the noisiest of the lot, as everybody celebrated. Even Charlus managed to forget about the journey back to the Dursleys the next day as he ate, drank, talked, and laughed with the rest.

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As the Hog​warts Ex​press pulled out of the sta​tion next morn​ing, Hermione gave Charlus, Harry, Alistair and Ron some sur​pris​ing news. "I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast," she said as the five settled into their compartment. "I've decided to drop Muggle Studies."

"But you passed your ex​am with three hun​dred and twen​ty percent!" Alistair said in mock outrage. "I know," Hermione sighed. "but I can't stand another year like this one. That Time-​Turn​er, it was driv​ing me mad. I've hand​ed it in. With​out Mug​gle Stud​ies and Div​ina​tion, I'll be able to have a nor​mal timetable again."

"I still can't be​lieve you didn't tell us about it," Ron said grumpi​ly. "We're sup​posed to be your friends." "I promised I wouldn't tell anyone," Hermione said severely. 

She turned to look at Charlus, who was watching Hogwarts disappear from view behind a hill. Two whole months until he could see it again...

"You okay, Charlus?" Hermione asked softly. "Hmm?" Charlus said, his head turning to his best friend. "Yeah, just thinking about the holidays."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about them too," Ron said. "Charlus, Harry, you've got to come and stay with us. I'll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I'll call you. I know how to use a fel​lytone now –" "A tele​phone, Ron," Hermione said. "Hon​est​ly, you should take Mug​gle Studies next year..."

Ron ignored her.  "It's the Quidditch World Cup this summer!" he exclaimed. "How about it,Charlus,Harry? Come and stay, and we'll go and see it! Dad can usually get tickets from work. You're going too, aren't you, Alistair?" "Yeah." Alistair nodded. "Mum, Dad and I get tickets every year, top boxes."

This proposal had the effect of cheering the Potter twins up considerably. "Sounds good to me," Harry said with a smile. Charlus nodded in agreement, "Yeah... I bet the Dursleys would be pleased to let me come especially after what I did to Aunt Marge..."

Feeling considerably more cheerful, Charlus joined Harry, Alistair, Ron and Hermione in several games of Exploding Snap, and when the witch with the tea cart arrived, he bought himself a very large lunch, though nothing with chocolate in it. But it was late in the afternoon before the thing that made him truly happy turned up....

"Harry,"  Hermione said suddenly, peering over his shoulder. "What's that thing outside your window?"

Charlus turned to look out​side. Some​thing very small and grey was bob​bing in and out of sight be​yond the glass. Harry stood up for a bet​ter look and saw that it was a tiny owl, car​ry​ing a two let​ters which was much too big for it. The owl was so small, in fact, that it kept tum​bling over in the air, buf​fet​ed this way and that in the train's slip​stream.

Har​ry quick​ly pulled down the win​dow, stretched out his arm and caught it. It felt like a very fluffy Snitch. He brought it care​ful​ly in​side. The owl dropped the two let​ters on​to Har​ry's seat and be​gan zoom​ing around their com​part​ment, ap​par​ent​ly very pleased with it​self for ac​com​plish​ing its task.

Above them, in their cages, Phoenix and Hed​wig clicked their beaks with a sort of dig​ni​fied disap​proval. Blacky slept on in his cage obliviously. Crook​shanks sat up in her seat, following the owl with her great yel​low eyes. Ron, notic​ing this, snatched the owl safe​ly out of harm's way.

Har​ry picked up the let​ters. It was ad​dressed to him, Charlus and Alistair. He passed the note to Alistair. He ripped open the let​ter and saw who it was from.

"It's from Sir​ius and Daniel!" Harry shouted. "What?" Ron and Hermione said ex​cit​ed​ly. "Read it aloud!"

" Dear Charlus and Harry,

we hope this finds you two before you get to your aunt and uncle's. We don't know if they're used to owl mail.

Buckbeak and we are in hiding. We won't tell you where, in case this owl falls into unwanted hands. We have our doubts about her reliability, but she was the best we could find, and she seemed eager to take charge of the delivery.

We believe the Dementors are still searching for us, but they haven't a hope of finding us here. We are planning to allow some Muggles to glimpse us soon, a long way from Hogwarts, so that the security on the castle will be lifted.There is something We never got round to telling you during our brief meeting. It was us who sent you two the Firebolts -"

"Ha!" Hermione said triumphantly. "See! I told you they were from them!" "Yes, but they hadn't jinxed them, had they?" Ron said. "Ouch!"

The tiny owl, now hoot​ing hap​pi​ly in his hand, had nib​bled one of his fin​gers in what it seemed to think was an af​fec​tion​ate way. With a quiet chuckle Harry continued to read the letter.

"Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for us. We used your names but told them to take the gold from our own Gringotts vaults. Please consider it as thirteen birthdays' worth of presents from your godfathers.

We would also like to apologize for the fright we think we gave you two that night last year when you left your uncle's house with Alistair. We had only hoped to get a glimpse of you before starting our  journey north, but we think the sight of us alarmed you.

We are enclosing something else for you two, which we think will make your next year at Hogwarts more enjoyable. If ever you need us, send a word. Your owls will find us.

We'll write again soon.
Sirius and Daniel"

Harry looked eagerly inside the envelope. There were two other pieces of parchment in there. He handed one to Charlus, who read it quickly. He felt suddenly as warm and contented as though he'd swallowed a bottle of hot butterbeer in one gulp.

I, Sirius Black, Charlus Potter's godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.

"That'll be good enough for Dumbledore!" Charlus said happily, looking over at Harry. Harry gave his brother a smile and looked back at Sirius and Daniel's letter. "Hang on, there's a PS... We thought your friend Ron might like to keep this owl, as it's our fault he no longer has a rat."

Ron's eyes widened. The minute owl was still hooting excitedly. "Keep him?" he said un​cer​tain​ly. He looked close​ly at the owl for a mo​ment, then, to Charlus', Har​ry's, Alistair's and Hermione's great sur​prise, he held him out for Crook​shanks to sniff.

"What d'you reck​on?" Ron asked the cat. "Def​inite​ly an owl?" Crook​shanks purred. "That's good enough for me," Ron said happily. "He's mine."

Alistair read his letter privately:

Dear Alistair,

If you are reading this now, it means that this little owl has done a good job. The truth is that we didn't trust her. But we are happy if it was a success.

Buckbeak and we are in hiding. We won't tell you where, in case this owl falls into unwanted hands.

Whatever. The main reason for this letter is to send you a gift that we would have liked to give you personally. Unfortunately, that was not possible. Well, we hope you like it anyway.

And if ever you need us, don't hesitate to send a word.  We are sure your owl will  be able to find us without difficulty.

We'll write again soon.
With love, Sirius and Daniel

Alistair smiled brightly, a small  warmth lodged in his heart. He reached inside letter and found a silver ring. It was quite a ordinary ring, no diamonds or anything fancy. However, when the boy leaned in, he could make out letters on the inside of the ring.

R & A

A wave of realization washed over him. Regulus and Aurora, his biological father and his biological mother. The black-haired boy smiled as he slipped the ring on a finger on his right hand.

Charlus noticed that Har​ry read and re-​read the let​ter from Sir​ius and Daniel all the way back in​to King's Cross Station. It was still clutched tight​ly in his hand as he, Charlus, Alistair, Ron and Hermione stepped back through the bar​ri​er of plat​form nine and three-​quar​ters.

Charlus  spotted Uncle Vernon at once. He was standing a good distance from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, eyeing them suspiciously, and when Mrs. Weasley hugged Charlus, Harry and Alistair in greeting, his worst suspicions about them seemed confirmed.  "I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron yelled after them.

Charlus bid his goodbye's to Ron and Alistair as they walked over to their parents, but Hermione had lingered back. "I'm gonna miss you, you know." she said softly. The boy raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk creeping onto his lips, "I bet you will."

Hermione shook her head at him before laughing slightly giving the boy the go-ahead to laugh along with her. As the two came down from their laughter, they immediately embraced one another in a tight hug.

The two slowly pulled apart, and before Hermione turned around to walk over to her parents she placed a teasing kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Bye, Charlus," she said as she pulled away.

Before the boy even had the chance to respond, she walked away and out of sight. Charlus stood there and grinned like an idiot, a blush flushing his cheeks.

But then he wheeled the trolley bearing his trunk and Phoenix's cage toward Uncle Vernon, who greeted him and his brother in his usual fashion.

"What's that?" he snarled, staring at the envelope Harry was still clutching in his hand. "If it's another form for me to sign, you've got another---"

"It's not,"  Harry said cheerfully. "It's a letter from our godfathers." "Godfathers?"  Uncle Vernon sputtered. "You haven't got  godfathers!"

"Yes, we have," Charlus said brightly. "They were our mum and dad's best friends. They are  convicted murderers,but they have broken out of wizard prison and they are on the run. They likes to keep in touch with us, though...keep up with our news...check we're happy..."

And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon's face, Charlus and Harry shared a quick high-five and set off toward the station exit, Phoenix and Hedwig rattling along in front of them.

What they missed completely, was the fact Alistair was watching them go from the other end of the car park, trying to suppress a laugh. As for Charlus and Harry, they reminded themselves that it looked like a much better summer than the last.

━━ AUTHORS NOTE

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