"𝒲𝓇ℴ𝓃𝑔'𝓈 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℐ 𝒟ℴ ℬℯ𝓈𝓉" － 𝒢ℯℴ𝓇𝑔ℯ 𝒥ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓈

February 5th, 1994

"There's no way," Sirius Black said in a flat tone, leaning against the wall of Remus Lupin's office as he spread his arms out defiantly. "Peter wouldn't fake his death again."

Nikki let out a weary sigh. "There was blood on Ron's sheets. And bits of Crookshanks' fur. That can't possibly be a coincidence."

"Ron and Hermione aren't talking, either," Harry morosely added. "I'm stuck in the middle."

Sirius shrugged, raking the fingers of one hand through his hair. "It just doesn't make sense — we never did the same thing twice; it's unoriginal. Really, he's more likely to fake faking his death."

Remus Lupin shook his head, sighing imperceptibly under his breath.

George remained silent, observing the rapid back-and-forth discussion going on in the room.

"No offense," Fred piped up as he kicked his feet up on the armrest of the couch he was sprawled out on, "But I'd rather the rat not be bunking with my little brother."

"I don't blame you," Sirius murmured, his brain cogs working rapidly as he thought through a plan. It was the bare bones of a plan, could barely be called a skeleton. "If there was a murderer that was disguised as Regulus' pet when we were in school, I would have pulled a Bella..."

     He shuddered, a memory of a dead rabbit hanging limply from the chandelier of the Black Downs — his grandfather Arcturus' sprawling estate in the countryside of West Yorkshire — swimming to the front of his brain.

     Sirius remembered how disapproving Uncle Cygnus and Aunt Druella were over Narcissa bringing her pet bunny — Astraea? Harmonia? He couldn't seem to think of it, though he knew it was one of the lesser-known goddesses in Greek myths of old — to the ever-exciting summer soirée that was open only to those who hailed from the main branch of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

     Bellatrix, just barely eighteen at the time, had taken matters into her own hands. Narcissa was inconsolable the entirety of the Black Family Reunion the summer before he turned seven.

     "On a more positive note," Sirius changed the subject, injecting his voice with airs of false cheerfulness. "Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw tomorrow... today, think it's past midnight!"

     Harry smiled sheepishly. "You'll be there?"

     "I wouldn't miss it for the bloody world," Sirius replied firmly. "I might have to get some red and gold streaks painted on my... eurgh, saying my fur just sounds a bit barmy."

     Nikki snorted. "Ginny's been itching to give you a makeover ever since the glitter incident."

     Sirius gave an overdramatic flinch at the mention as Fred and George straightened up on the couch at the talk about Quidditch.

     "It's a bloody miracle Percy and Oliver haven't killed each other after six years of being dormmates," George laughed, shaking his head ruefully. "To be a fly on that wall..."

     Harry turned to Remus, his eyes betraying the nervousness he felt deep inside himself. "Could we try the Patronus again? I really want to figure it out before the match — I'm not losing and letting my team down because I can't fight the dementors."

     Remus pursed his lips, frowning pensively as he mulled it over. His eyes flicked to Sirius.

     Sirius rolled his eyes, scoffing. "Don't say no just because I'm here, Moony. It's a boggart, not the real thing."

     'I also spent twelve years with the constant presence of dementors...' he thought dully to himself.

     Nikki swallowed anxiously.

     Remus blew out an exasperated breath of air, accepting defeat. "Your kicked puppy expression is more powerful than James'... it should be a crime."

     He stood up from his desk chair, amber eyes softening. "Are you sure, both of you?"

     Sirius raised an eyebrow. "You're coddling me, Remus. I neither need nor want to be coddled."

     He sat on top of Remus' desk, folding his legs beneath him until he was sitting on the creaking wood Indian-style. Nikki stood at the side of the desk, carefully slipping her hand into Sirius'.

     Harry nodded, determined. He took his place in the center of the room, wand held tightly in his right hand. He rose his arm until the tip of his holly and phoenix feather wand pointed at the cabinet in the corner of the office.

     Remus unlocked the cabinet with a nonverbal spell, the door creaking open as a slimy, scabbed hand slid out from the cabinet.

     Sirius' breath hitched at the flood of ice that seemed to freeze all the blood within him. Harry stiffened as he began to cast the Patronus Charm, to little effect.

     Silvery whisps trailed out of his wand, forming a hovering, semi-transparent cloud that drained all his energy. But it couldn't keep the dementor back.

     Sirius' grip on Nikki's hand tightened, squeezing it as if the physical contact was his last tie to life. He couldn't look away from the dark figment, though he tried to tear his eyes away.

     Remus slid in front of the boggart, casting "Riddikulus!" almost in the same breath. He forced the boggart back into the cabinet, shutting and latching it immediately after.

     Harry groaned, frustrated with himself.

     "You're expecting too much of yourself," Remus sternly declared. "You're thirteen; it's a huge achievement to be casting an indistinct, noncorporeal Patronus."

     George tried to cheer him up, adding, "You're not fainting anymore!"

     Harry sighed, decidedly not spirited. "I thought a Patronus would — I dunno — charge the dementor or something? Make it disappear?"

     "A corporeal — animal — Patronus does," Nikki explained softly. "But it's rare; a lot of Aurors can only make noncorporeal Patronuses."

     She cast a glance out of the corner of her eye to Sirius, who looked as pale as a ghost. "This wasn't a good idea," Nikki mumbled under her breath.

     Sirius unfurled his legs out from under himself, hopping easily off of the desk and transforming into his Animagus form in the same movement. He curled into a tight ball, tail draped over his snout.

     "Stubborn," Remus sighed, stooping to run his hand over the fur on Sirius' head. "It's not a flaw to admit that you're struggling, Sirius."

     The only response that the dark haired Animagus gave was a flat snort as he shook his head out.

     "Time for bed, I think!" Fred cheered, trying to break the tension in the room that grew thicker and thicker with each second that ticked by. "We have a hell of a game ahead of us."

     Sirius was subdued, not his usual energetic self even hours after. He stood stock-still as second year Ginny Weasley carefully painted red and gold stripes on either side of his snout.

     Nikki let out an imperceptible sigh. His silver eyes were dulled, the righteous fire that usually lit them up smothered by the dementor boggart.

     The Gryffindors trooped down to the Great Hall, Harry and his gleaming Firebolt leading the procession.

     Oliver Wood insisted that the broom be placed in the middle of the Gryffindor table, the golden Firebolt delicately etched into the hilt of the broom prominently displayed to all that came to observe it.

     "Thought you didn't care about Quidditch, Perce," Nikki teased affectionately as she grabbed a piece of perfectly browned toast from the platter. "Something about how our year wouldn't survive the trauma associated with two Quidditch-obsessed men."

     "Can't knock it until you try it!" Oliver bantered, his face bright with joy that his Seeker had a Firebolt. A bloody Firebolt!

     "Oh, shut it," Percy huffed, ruffling his twin's hair even as he heartily exclaimed, "now, Penny, no sabotage! We've got a bet on — ten Galleons on the outcome of the match!"

     As Penelope Clearwater carefully handed the broom back to Harry and returned to the Ravenclaw table, Percy leaned closer to the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.

     "Harry; make sure you win — I haven't got ten Galleons."

     Nikki coughed back a snicker at the nervous expression that flitted across her twin brother's face.

     Sirius stuck to Harry's side, sprawling himself out across his godson's feet under the table.

     A cold voice sounded from behind the Gryffindors, the bearer one Draco Malfoy. "Sure you can manage that broom, Potter?"

     'If anyone would teach their kid manners, it would be Cissy,' Sirius idly thought to himself. 'But then again, Lucius Malfoy's the father. Guess they cancel each other out.'

     "Reckon so," Harry calmly answered, taking a casual bite of toast.

     "Plenty of special features... pity it doesn't come with a parachute," Draco drawled, eyes glinting maliciously. "In case you get too near a dementor."

     The fur on Sirius' back bristled, a low growl sounding in the back of his throat that rose over the sound of Crabbe and Goyle's sniggering.

     Harry smirked, arching an eyebrow upwards. "Pity you can't attach an extra arm to yours — y'know, to catch the Snitch for you?"

     The Gryffindors near them burst into loud laughter as Draco Malfoy stalked away.

     Once the Quidditch match started, Nikki was pleased to note, most of the spark that Sirius exuded had returned. He couldn't sit still, prancing up and down the row that Nikki, Ron, Ginny, Percy, and Penelope had squeezed themselves in.

     Penelope's blue and silver scarf was a glaring beacon amidst the sea of maroon and gold.

     "The paint's staying on!" Ginny shouted over the booming commentary of Lee Jordan. "Lucky he's a dog; a person would have sweat it off by now."

     Nikki's lips curved into an ironic smile. "Lucky, yeah."

     "Chang's Comet is just no match for it, the Firebolt's precision-balance is really noticeable in these long—"

     "JORDAN! ARE YOU BEING PAID TO ADVERTISE FIREBOLTS? GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY!" Minerva McGonagall cut him off with a sharp interjection.

     Lee Jordan cheekily chirped, "Just giving the people what they want, Professor! Maybe Harry can leak the name of his kind gift giver!"

     'SHIT!'

     Sirius swore that his heart stopped beating as Harry plunged into a steep dive, leveling out after the scrawny third-year realized that Ravenclaw Seeker Cho Chang had taken the bait.

     "He sees the Snitch!" Ginny exclaimed, finger extended towards the end of the Ravenclaw pitch. "He's gonna catch it!"

     "Bloody dementors again?" Nikki swore, gripping the bannister in front of them so tightly that her knuckles lost their color.

     'No...'

     Sirius and Nikki felt like they were blasted back to 1976, when James and Sirius had raced their Patronuses against each other until the entire common room had begged them to stop.

     Harry's Patronus was Prongs.

     Penelope shook her head, pointing at the grounds and the black-robed crumpled heap that was Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, and Marcus Flint. "No. Slytherins."

     Nikki burst into laughter. "Minnie's not going to be happy — never mind that, we've got to go see them!"

     The gaggle of Gryffindors streamed out to the pitch where the Gryffindor Quidditch Team slowly levitated down to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

     "YES!" Ron shouted, yanking on Harry's arm and pulling him into a fierce hug. "YES!"

     "Well done, Harry!" Percy clapped him on the shoulder, looking utterly delighted. "Ten Galleons to me!"

     Penelope shook her head teasingly. "You did really well, Harry."

     Sirius pushed himself up onto his hind legs and, front paws resting on Harry's shoulders, dragged his tongue from the point of his godson's chin up to the crown of his head, knocking Harry's glasses askew even as he laughed.

     "Dog slobber!" Harry exclaimed, snickering. "Down, boy, down!"

      "Quite some Patronus," Remus murmured in Harry's ear. He looked shaken but proud of Harry at the same time.

     Harry beamed as he accepted a hug from Nikki, who practically lifted him off of his feet from joy. "The dementors didn't affect me at all! I didn't feel a thing!"

     Sirius snorted, huffing as he dropped down to all four paws again.

     Remus Lupin schooled his face into a placid expression of amusement even though on the inside he was positively howling with mirth at the retribution the four Slytherin boys would receive from the death glare of one Minerva "Minnie" McGonagall.

     "That's because they — er — weren't dementors," Remus revealed, ushering Harry to the edge of the pitch and gesturing to the chaos.

     Ron fought his way over to his best friend, promptly doubling over in laughter as they watched Draco struggle to untangle himself from on top of Goyle.

     The fifth of February slipped into the sixth, the Gryffindor Common Room alive with the kind of energy that only arose from a Quidditch victory.

     Though Hermione Granger wasn't really in the mood for festivities. She hunched over a thick tome in the corner of the room, flipping through the pages with an air that bordered on hysteria.

     "If Scabbers hadn't just been eaten," Ron loudly exclaimed as he shook the box of Fudge Flies in his hand, "he could have had some of these Fudge Flies! He used to really like 'em—"

     Sirius paused in the middle of the 'shake' that a little second year Gryffindor had coerced him into. He was lured into the horde of first and second years demanding "shake," "roll over," and "dance" by the promise of tiny pieces of a Cauldron Cake that had been ripped into bite-sized chunks.

     Now or never.

     He was doing it tonight.

     Professor McGonagall, clad in a tartan dressing gown and hair net, ended the party at just past one in the morning.

     Sirius bid his time patiently, listening to the quiet sounds of Nikki's breathing until it had steadied out into a ceaseless rhythm.

     Stealthily, he transfigured a spare quill into a small dagger, mentally noting to transfigure the blade back into the quill it had originally been once he was done.

In the back of his mind, he realized that — if worst came to worst — there would be no way to explain how he had gotten into the common room without going through the portrait hole.

Sirius made a quick detour, sliding out of the portrait in his Animagus form, trotting down the corridor to one of the few spots where the portraits couldn't see him, and then walking back into the Gryffindor common room with the help of the piece of parchment that Crookshanks had nicked for him.

     Sirius crept up the stairs to the boys' dormitory, quiet as a mous—Sirius really despised that metaphor. The only sound in the common room was his steady breathing.

     The door creaked as he opened it, Sirius wincing as he held the door still. His eyes adjusted to the dark, narrowing as he traced the unmistakable scent of the rat who used to be almost like a brother to him.

     Parting the drapes, he stood over the sleeping ginger boy, searching and scanning for any sign of Peter Pettigrew.

     Sirius swore lowly under his breath.

     'Where was he?!'

     He paced up and down the side of the bed, ducking his head and looking under the frame. For fuck's sake, how was one rat with a missing toe this bloody hard to find?

     Sirius raked his fingers through his hair, trying to think. He didn't have much time; Fred, George, Nikki, and Harry had all laughed at how Ron's stomach woke him up occasionally through the night.

     'Hopefully he ate enough during the common room party...'

     He bore his teeth in a silent snarl, knife held loosely at his side. Peter had hurt him and the people he loved.

     Sirius had had enough. He really had had enough of Peter Pettigrew's traitorous bullshit at precisely 10:13 PM on Halloween night, 1981, when Sirius' entire world shattered.

     Ron Weasley yawned, rolling over onto his side and blearily blinking his cornflower blue eyes open. He froze midway through the yawn.

His mouth snapped shut.

Sirius swore darkly, frozen in place. 'Don't scream, don't scream, don't scream...' he silently prayed to whoever and whatever was listening.

Ron nearly burst Sirius' eardrums from the sheer volume and pitch of the shriek that rose violently out of his chest.

Wincing, Sirius stashed the knife into his pocket and ran for the door, yanking it open and pulling it shut behind him. He turned into his Animagus form an instant before another door opened.

"Black! Sirius Black, with a knife!" Ron Weasley's voice trailed after him. Sirius mentally cursed himself at the tremor in the young boy's terrified voice.

     Sirius tore down the stairs, moving so fast that he looked like a dark blur. Skidding as he bolted around the corner, he leapt onto one of the plush couches in the Gryffindor common room.

     Ginny Weasley started from where she had been curled into an armchair that seemed to swallow her whole, staring into the embers of the dying fire. "Scruffy, you have bloody got to stop popping up out of nowhere! You need a bell or something."

     Her voice lowered. "I'm not sure if that scream upstairs was from my traumatized brain or real life."

     "Excellent," Fred brightly cheered as everyone began to congregate in the common room. His eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at his younger sister, who looked like she hadn't slept a wink. "Are we carrying on...?"

     "Everyone, back upstairs!" Percy demanded, head bent as he struggled to pin his Head Boy badge to his pajamas.

     "I swear to fucking Merlin," huffed Nikki as she ducked out of her room, "if we were all woken up by a clandestine midnight rendezvous, I'll square up with whoever outside the Astronomy Tower."

     "NO!" Ron yelled, chest heaving.

     Nikki pinched the bridge of her nose. "Ronald. Please tell me you're not—"

     "SIRIUS BLACK WAS IN OUR DORMITORY WITH A KNIFE!"

     Nikki froze. Sirius shrunk backwards into the couch cushions, mentally begging for the couch to swallow him up.

     In a scarily even tone of voice, Nikki asked calmly, "I'm sorry, what happened?!"

     "I've explained like four times already!" Ron blurted, practically hysterical. His hands shook as he recounted what had happened.

'I'm too bloody young for grey hairs...' Nikki dully thought, internally screaming.

"Really," Professor McGonagall sniffed as she stepped through the portrait hole, slamming the portrait behind her as her eyes blazed behind her glasses. "I am delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but enough is enough! You really must be going to bed, all of you."

"I was just telling them to all get back to bed," Percy indignantly revealed, chest puffed outwards. "My brother Ron here just had a nightmare—"

"IT WASN'T A NIGHTMARE!" Ron blew up, face turning as red as his hair. "PROFESSOR, I WOKE UP, AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME, HOLDING A KNIFE!"

"What in the off-brand Clue is this?" Dean Thomas mumbled to Seamus Finnegan, who bit back a snort of laughter. "Sirius Black in the common room with the dagger? Where's the case file envelope?"

Minerva McGonagall primly took off her glasses and began to clean them with a handkerchief she had pulled out of her pocket. Replacing them upon the bridge of her nose, she stated, "Don't be ridiculous, Weasley, how could he possibly have gotten through the portrait hole?"

Her gaze landed on the dark mass of fur that had pressed himself so far against the back of the couch that it was a miracle it hadn't tipped over yet.

"Ask him," Ron exclaimed, raising a shaking finger to point at the back of the portrait of Sir Cadogan — really, the Fat Lady had to come back soon; the password was changed five times a day!

Nikki dropped her head into her hands, fruitlessly massaging her temples with the pads of her index fingers to stave off the headache that grew with each word.

It just got worse and worse. Sir Cadogan admitted to letting in Sirius Black, as he had the entire week's worth of passwords.

Neville Longbottom was quivering.

The Gryffindor common room quieted down, everyone slowly returning to their dormitories. Though nobody went back to bed.

Sirius remained on the couch, curled up in a tight ball and resolutely refusing to turn back. He fucked up.

He buggered everything up and now an innocent child had gotten wrapped up in a nearly two decade long feud that would end in the death of one of the parties.

He felt sick.

Could dogs throw up? Sirius was fairly certain they could. Otherwise, he'd be a medical anomaly.

The next day the dog had disappeared from the couch. Nobody could find him.

Nikki grew increasingly worried, especially after a snowy owl — Sirius had convinced Hedwig that he was looking out for Harry's best interests, definitely not associated with the bit of bacon the dark haired man always had in his pocket when he visited her — dropped off a letter at breakfast that day.

As she read, her face grew steadily paler, chewing on her lip with such force that she tasted blood.

Her eyes flicked up to Remus, who had paused in the middle of raising his goblet up to his mouth to take a drink.

Nostrils flaring, Remus was nearly knocked over from the sheer panic that washed over his senses from his friend.

Nikki silently thanked whatever deity was listening that it was a Sunday and that she didn't have to skive off any classes to go find Sirius.

Harry's emerald green eyes narrowed from where he was sitting a couple spots down with Ron and Hermione.

Something was terribly wrong.

Harry's first order of business was to find Fred and George. Then, the three of them would scour the Marauder's Map for any sign of his wayward godfather, Nikki, or Professor Lup-Remus.

He mentally ran through his plan as Nikki stood up from the table, half a piece of buttered toast in her hand, and strode out of the Great Hall just slowly enough to not appear like she was running.

"He's gone," Nikki frantically whispered when Remus joined her in an abandoned alcove. "S.O.B. is just bloody gone."

She shoved the parchment at him, anxiously wringing her hands as Remus began to read the scrawled penmanship that was unmistakably Sirius'.

"Come on, then," Remus said, voice a bit too sharp. "He said where he was; now we've got to drag him out of his self-deprecation episode."

Nikki dryly replied, "Pot, meet kettle."

No more words were spoken. Remus Lupin and Nicole Weasley half-jogged out to the Forbidden Forest, striding into the treeline without any sign of fear.

Unbeknownst to them, their movements were tracked by Fred and George Weasley along with Harry Potter, whose grip on the yellowed-with-age parchment tightened and crinkled the edges.

"For the love of all that is good and holy," Nikki swore, her foot lashing out and kicking a root, "where is he?!"

"It's Sirius," Remus replied, "he'll be a lot deeper in than we are."

They ventured further into the forest, Nikki a few paces ahead of Remus as they rapidly approached a state of distress instead of just mere worry.

The slightest hint of cinnamon tickled their nostrils as the two paused. Glancing at each other, they spoke wordlessly.

Their facial expressions did all the talking. Both knew that Sirius Orion Black the Third was somewhere near their current location.

"I don't think he's in dog form... Sirius!" Nikki called out the last word, projecting her voice loudly in the hopes that he'd hear her.

A voice drifted down to them from a great oak tree, Sirius leaning against the trunk as his legs stretched out on the branch he was sprawled out on.

"You're going to alert the entire forest that we're all here, clomping about like that, y'know?"

Nikki whirled around, pivoting on her heel as her eyes darted up to the tree.

"You're a dog Animagus, not the bloody Cheshire Cat," Remus huffed out, sighing. "You scared the living shit out of us, Sirius."

"...I was just going on a walk?" Sirius said as if it were a question, eyebrow raised skeptically as he began to climb down the tree.

He hopped the last few feet, landing hard on the ground as he dusted his hands off. Nikki took a couple of quick steps forward.

"Never scare me like that again! I thought you were leaving until the Peter situation was completely resolved!"

Each word was punctuated with a light smack of his chest until Sirius took her wrists in his hands, holding them so that she couldn't move them.

He cocked his head to the side. "Bloody hell," Sirius snickered, trying to maintain a semblance of calm. "You really thought that I'd give up you and Harry again? Willingly?"

He dropped her hands unceremoniously as he doubled over, laughing uncontrollably as he wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye.

"I-I'm the one with abandonment issues!" Sirius cackled, voice rising with a hysterical air.

Remus let out a soft 'oh' of realization as the puzzle pieces clicked into place. "In hindsight, this makes a lot more sense..." he admitted slowly.

"...We probably could've figured that out," Nikki added.

Sirius breathed shakily, trying to regain control over himself and stop the barrage of laughter ripping itself out of him. Absentmindedly, he noted that laughing was better than crying.

"Now that you've stopped laughing," Nikki wryly declared, a fierce look in her brown eyes, "I have three things. One, you are not like your parents — or anything like them — so get that out of your head."

Stretching up on her tiptoes, she lightly knocked the backs of her knuckles against the side of his head.

Sirius rocked on the balls of his feet, mouth opening as if about to say something.

Nikki's index finger pressed gently against his lips, held up in a gesture universally understood as a plea for silence.

"Shhhhh, let me get points two and three out," she whispered, a small frown pulling at the corners of her mouth. "Two, you're a bloody muppet, thinking that you're worse than what Harry and I — Remus could you please give me some air quotes for this last word? — 'deserve.'"

Remus hooked his fingers into the air quotes requested of him.

Nikki brushed the pad of her thumb against his cheekbone gently. "Harry thinks you hang the bloody stars; you would do anything for him and we all know it. And, as for me, I've always been a dog person, you're the complete opposite of stupid, and I love you — every part of you."

She inhaled, breathing deeply to finish her miniature rant. "Three, talk about what you're thinking, please. We're a team. Me, you, Harry, Remus, Fred, and George; we're in this for the long run. Bloody hell, talk to Minnie if you don't want to talk to us about things, even Dumbledore!"

Her other hand splayed out against his chest, the thin fabric of his shirt the only separation between their skin.

"We can't do anything if we don't know how to help you or how to fix things if you keep bottling everything up," Nikki gently told him, her hand sliding up over his shoulder as she rose higher onto her toes.

Sirius' arms went to her waist, encircling her hips loosely as he pulled her gently into him, his head dropping and nestling itself in the crook of her neck.

Remus grinned, letting out a silent sigh of relief that they had found him and that he was doing better.

"I'm going back to the castle," he said, "come back when you're ready — also you need to work on your pet names."

As soon as Nikki and Sirius couldn't hear Remus traipsing through the undergrowth of the Forbidden Forest, Nikki mused, "For the record, I like the princess nickname... you didn't need to cross it out."

Sirius barked out a laugh, pressing his lips to her shoulder gently in a soft kiss. "Has a nice ring to it, does it?"

When Nikki and Sirius returned to the castle grounds, Sirius reprising his role as Nikki's ever-present furry companion, they were greeted by an unamused, jet-black-haired thirteen year old boy who was flanked by twin fifteen year old gingers.

Remus Lupin had been ambushed as well.

"Maybe you lot shouldn't have made that Map," Nikki teased affectionately, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth to hold back laughter at how well Harry James Potter's facial expression mimicked the infamous Molly Weasley 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' eyes.

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