The Master of Death

Chapter 7: Moony & Padfoot

The door behind Harry was shut and he was surrounded by

the darkness. As he climbed the narrow stairs, he pondered whether he should

say all this. But seeing Sirius again reminded him of the problem

others. Bellatrix Lestrange won't be in Askaban forever. But

members of the Order most likely already knew that Voldemort would try to

to release his followers from Azkaban. They won't be able to prevent it.

The portrait in the front hall gave Harry a few glances but did not say

anything at all. He was somehow grateful for their lack of comment.

Harry continued to climb up the creaking stairs until he reached the floor on the

he shared a room with Ron.

The Dementors will switch sides, Harry is sure of things

that's. Dumbledore must have been suspicious, but the ministry wouldn't have removed them

from Azkaban. It is the same as admitting that they are not in control

they again and the attack on Harry will only support this statement.

Just as Harry stepped into the old bedroom, the door was

his back slammed shut by itself and he felt a presence

Death appeared behind him.

Harry inhaled

airborne. Compared to Death accompanying him as a snake,

this shape - whatever he chose - felt more like something

associated with Death.

Shivering coldly on Harry's back, his limbs tingled

as his presence rolled his body like a wave.

Almost as if contracting again, his presence retreated and

Harry knew that Death was standing right behind him. Soft touch

pulled it out of his mind and then there were long fingers

touching Harry's hair again. The warmth bloomed on Harry's chest, spreading

it came out onto his limbs and he felt an inexplicable urge

to suppress touch. Instead, he forced himself to turn around.

Harry felt a red hue creeping across his collar as Death passed

it did not stop but instead pushed a few strands of dark hair out of the

her face. Strange, but he couldn't find himself to be attractive

selves. Quite the contrary. It was as if there was a part in him that

urge him to get as close as possible to the creature, which is in need and

possessive at once. Trying to save himself from the shame of

that idea, Harry stared at Death. "Why do you look like

me?" the first thing that came to his mind.

Deaths

stared at him. Apparently the creature actually made itself a little more

tall. "I like this shape" said the creature

that's, "But I can change it if you want."

"Oh. Um no," said Harry, awkwardly shifting

under the affection given to her, while at the same time

try not to lean too much on touch. "You

can perform as you like."

"You don't have to

worrying about me, "creature

it suddenly began, "There are no mortal weapons

could hurt. I am Death. I can't be killed."

The statement managed to return Harry to a state of mind

that was more coherent and he became aware of the peculiarities of this interaction. Him

step back. Harry cleared his mind. "Well, if

thinking of catching a knife so as not to stab you sounds ridiculous,"

she said and stroked her hair with her hands where she could still feel

the tingling at the place of death had touched him.

The creature grinned widely. Harry snorted,

"I think we all learned something. If you insist, next time I

will let you get stabbed" he added, shrugging his shoulders. Him

wanting to look away but Death's sharp gaze kept him in place.

Surprisingly, Harry felt

exposed. "I-" Death begins after

a long pause, almost hesitating - "liked it."

"What?"

Death has

tilting his head, almost as if he was being confused, tried

thinking about how to express what he has felt. "You

don't want me to get hurt. That's .. great."

Harry looked at the creature in front of him. Death must be very

old yet stumbles to reveal the most human feelings

ordinary. It was as if I had never experienced gratitude. That's odd

charming and Harry tries to drive away the favorite spark that appears in the

her chest. He bit his lips to not smile.

Now finally finding the strength to turn, Harry

it's hard not to feel disappointed but it helps because of him

suddenly being reminded of something he didn't even think of until

now it's.

Condemning quietly, he started pacing around in the room

that's. He vaguely realized that Death was watching him

curiosity.

Dementor Attacks. Harry's younger self has been

using the talisman Patronus to defend himself and Dudley. She almost

forget it until now. Harry will undergo an experiment. Him

frowning as he recalled the events this time. Pigwidgeon chirped

it was loud and flew excitedly throughout the room. Hedwig on the side

another gracefully turned his head and ruffled his fur on top

cupboards. When Death reaches out - more graceful than

harry could do it himself - the little owl happily settled in

in his palm.

　

　

Harry paused for a moment, observing curiously before

the urgency of the problem at hand returned to the forefront of his mind.

The last time when he was undergoing trial, the ministry had changed

time and location of hearing. At least this time he was ready for it.

Moreover, when he became an Auror, he had witnessed one

or another trial - a fact that can only benefit him.

Although he never really cared about politics,

he should have done pretty well. After years

working in ministry and visiting many of their official events, he knew

how to handle these people.

From what he remembered about his trial, Dumbledore had

acting according to his wishes by calling Arabella Figgs

witnesses. The principal will definitely do this for a second

a time. But Harry would be damned if he let Dumbledore

handle this matter.

Harry's eyes were unknowingly fixed on Death. Apparently

the creature even began to caress the little owl. Harry even

not realizing that he started smiling, but then Death lifted up

his head to look towards her and he felt his breath choking on

throat. He doesn't really know why.

Pigwidgeon flew back to the top of the closet next to the empty portrait

and while Death was still staring at Harry, the idea that someone was

climbing the stairs grew stronger inside his head.

Unable to shake off that feeling, Harry backed off and

turn off the lights before she sneaks under her bed blanket.

And really - almost three seconds later, Harry could hear

someone approached.

The muffled voice of Ginny, the twins, Ron and Hermione reached him

through wall. He pretended to be asleep when Ron came in. Harry

heard a slight shift and he knew that he was being stared at. Ron

lock the door and Harry remembers, that Kreacher has a creepy habit

to get into your room at night if you don't lock it. Him

listening to how Ron went to sleep, albeit quite loudly, might be hopeful

Harry would wake up, but he didn't move.

The red head was still rustling with his blanket for the rest of the time

some time, but finally his breath gasped, telling Harry,

that Ron had fallen asleep.

Harry lay in the darkness, eyes open and not tired alike

once. The energy that entered his body after he fell was more or less dead

today in the entrance hall was still cursing through his body.

Death materialized and Harry gasped as the air pressed on

it came out of his lungs when the creature just appeared on it,

straddling his stomach. Death grinned at him, his black hair blurred

with the darkness of the room as he leaned closer.

"And how

your day?"  Deaths

asking while leaning forward. Harry was reminded

again, that Death does not seem to know the concept of space

personal. Surprisingly Harry finds out, that he is not too

fight it as it should.

Harry tilted his head as he looked towards Death,

something unknown flared up inside his chest.

"It's weird to see everyone again" Harry finally

start, "They're much younger than they used to be and .. different."

"They are still the same as

long ago," said Death and

Harry looked at Ron. The boy was sleeping well.

"Maybe ..." Harry turned to look at Death

any more. "I'm different, maybe older. But it looks like I

can't tell them, can you?"

"That's your decision" said Death and then

smirked.  "We can always kill them after that" creature

it suggests. Despite the terrible offer, Harry laughed.

"That's right, I guess. But wouldn't it be a little suspicious

if the people around me start to die?" Said Harry grinning. Strangely

he even considered it for a moment.

“What will they do? ” Death replied, “They

can't hurt you and I won't let them if you don't

want it, Guru.”  Death is approaching and

showing his teeth provocatively. Harry wondered if he

ever blinked. Although there were no students in sight, Harry always knew

when Death looked at him. Bizarrely. "After all," creature

it continued with that strange voice - not a whisper but not too

hard, "I can always do it for you."

"That's a good .. for you to offer," Harry replied no

know if he should be bullied or flattered. But the idea of killing

one no longer seemed to be a difficult barrier to

bypassed. A deep rumble, almost like a snoring sound came out from

death Throat. Harry could feel a tremor echoing in the air. That

makes him smile without realizing it. Ron groaned in his sleep and

turn to the other side.

"Harrryy ..."  Death begins, when Harry stays

be silent. He pressed the pale palm with his fingers too long and

slim to really match Harry with Harry's ribs. "Can

you feel it now? Your soul has accepted us."

Death almost sounded happy and Harry frowned.

The memory awakened in the front hall flashed in his mind but then all

the mind is erased as sensations grow under the palm of the creature's hand.

The warmth within him appeared, reacting to the touch of Death. Feelings

a strange appeared on his chest and he felt a pull towards the creature in front of him.

It was unpleasant, and Harry gasped when he suddenly felt

relationship with the creature on it. The part he has missed, which he has

plucked from her after she was drained by the ward suddenly became whole.

His magic swirled through them in pleasant waves.

Death grinned and the air around him seemed to grow darker. Harry

notice the enchanted pulse of life, which surrounds the two owls

and Ron, who's still asleep. Even the portraits on the walls had a similar light

suddenly everything

become too excessive. Light, wonder, incredible sensation of

his own feelings are related to something more

from that!  He stared into the darkness and his eyes

countless seemed to be staring back. Harry bowed

to touch her and at the same time she had to back off. Then

the hand on his chest disappeared.

The magic surrounding them faded away and Harry

gasps. It was still there, in the corner of his eye, yet it seemed

he disappeared as he tried to see better.

The thoughts in Harry's mind flowed like a river

pivoted. Something significant had happened after he woke up in

front hall. Something that has changed him in more ways than one

"Why don't I feel tired?" Harry asked

suspiciously, the question was only the tip of the iceberg poking out of the water.

"You can sleep if you

mau," answer

Mild death.

“But I don't need, that's what you say?” Answer Harry.

"Death is not necessary

sleep, eat or rest."

"And that includes me?" Harry asked and he

pushing himself up the elbow, but Death did not retreat as he did

expect.

"Yes" replied Death, strands of hair

the longest tickled Harry's forehead. The creak on the other side of the room

reminded Harry. Ron was sitting on his bed.

“Did you say something, arry?” The red chief asked

groggily. Death grins dangerously. It might be too dark for Ron

to see the creature, but still ...

"It's okay, I'm just dreaming. Go back to sleep

Ron," said Harry, hoping Ron wouldn't question him.

"If you say so ...,“ Ron yawned and lay down

again, "G'night."

"Night," said Harry and glared at Death who only

smirked.

“Why didn't you warn me?!” hiss Harry, when he breathes

Ron started to flat again.

"I'll show you

something to you," said

Death instead and then he leaned forward, leaning forward,

forcing Harry to lie down again. The creature wove its pale finger

with Harry beside his head, and like this, Harry felt a pull

the weird. Looks like he's melting. Right in front of her eyes, she

seeing Death dissolve into a strange dark mist and then his body

it itself began to disappear as well. Frantically Harry noticed, but

when he melted, he realized that it was not a fog, it was a shadow.

He felt like he was hovering for a moment and then he suddenly

I can feel his body again.

Harry found himself at the foot of a narrow staircase, in front of the door

which leads to the kitchen.

He could feel something, almost like a no bubble

looks that cover the door.

Perhaps an unshakable charm. No one can

pass it. Death stood beside him.

"Make yourself not

looks ..."

Intentionally

knowing Harry did as he was told, summoning the power of that robe

familiarity. "Awas," said

Death, and he intertwined their fingers once more, his other hand pressing down

solid wood door ...

No one should be able to touch it, or even

passing by, but once again, Harry saw how Death had changed

it became foggy, but not as far as he usually did. Just parts

the body of Death that touched the door disappeared. First the fingertips and the palm

hands up to elbows. And then Harry pulled

with her. Death guided him through the door, as if it had been made

from thin air.

Standing on the other side, Harry met with some sights

order members gathered around the table. Holding his breath, he

look towards Death and then return to the table. There's no one

seeing them. Not even death. The creature just grinned.

"We're connected, Master.

You can see me when they can't" the death charge.

Only adults are still sitting at the table. Mrs

Weasley was still very pale and Mr. Weasley cleaned his glasses, but he

listen carefully to the ongoing conversation. Maldung

not seen anywhere.

Mrs Weasley most likely had kicked him out as soon as the kids

go sleep. Harry imagined, he would not be interested if he existed

by tonight.

But Tonks was still there, unknowingly letting the scythe

wandering around his knuckles. Remus seemed lost in thought, though,

the parallel scar on his face protruded in the dim glow of the flames, which

it's almost burned out now. He sat next to Sirius

sitting around in his chair, his black hair fell onto his face, hiding

his expression as he listened to Bill which attracted the attention of all

person. "-can he write a letter?" boys

The oldest Weasley had just announced, "Not many people know what

what Voldemort planned. Even Dumbledore was mostly guessing."

Mrs Weasley opened her mouth but Tonks spoke in

ahead of him. "It is very clear that he does have the means to

contacting people. He showed it himself," said the metamorphmagus

pointing, the scythe in his hand flickered silvery.

Bill scratched his jaw. "But Harry was fifteen years old.

It would be impressive if he managed to find some informants

alone," he said and Mr. Weasley hummed in agreement. Tonks tilt

his head while thinking, a silvery-colored scythe in his hand.

"He has changed over the summer" Remus said

with low voice. Everyone turned to face him with expressions

the same grim. Sirius though, seemed to be untouched by the atmosphere

the same heart.

"Of course, he's changed!" Sirius announced

with a bang and his chair creaked as he suddenly leaned over

fore. "He saw how a schoolmate was killed and

how Voldemort came back." Some people around the table looked

back slightly. Sirius turned to Lupin, who was the only person

that doesn't seem to be affected much by the statement.

"You're wrong

understand me Sirius," said Remus, "Of course this must be

envisaged. But I didn't mean it. Have you ever seen a way

he walked and saw something? She is very .. conscious- “

A Choked voice came out from Sirius and Remus glanced at him - "conscious of it

around him," Lupin added more sharply but the conversation was silent

pass most of the people around the table.

Bill shrugged his shoulders. "Some Dementors try

after that."

"And considering he was almost killed by the ward when he entered

this house, I won't blame him for it" Mrs Weasley said

and his brown eyes were on Sirius. The man was just mocking.

"But is he 'tired'?" Remus proposes

questions in the room. "He doesn't look stiff like someone

who's hoping to be attacked all the time, isn't it?"

"He kind of reminds me of Mad-Eye," Tonks interjected.

"Mad-ye?" Mr. Weasley asked and he was wearing

back his glasses and the others seemed interested in his comparison.

"yeah. I mean now that you mention it.

Guarded gait, the way his eyes scan the room" Tonks started but

sirius's murmur caused it to stop.

"... ror .."

“What did you say?” Bill asked as he leaned over the table.

"He's acting like someone, who's been fighting

in battle. As Auror did," Sirius said slowly

it was as if he had only now comprehended his thoughts but gained more

a lot of confidence in his words as he uttered them out loud.

"But that's ridiculous!" Molly Weasley said, breaking up

its solitude. "He's just a man."

"I don't know Molly, do I?" Mr. Weasley looked over

to him.

"He's as old as Ron. He shouldn't" Mrs Weasley

sobbing - "he shouldn't have lived that way." Mr. Weasley

patting his back convincingly. Sirius looked at him as if he wanted to

saying something, but he restrained himself when another sobbing shook him.

"But do you really think that he knows

something or that he's bluffing?" Tonks asked with curiosity

you know, reliving the previous topic.

"We've already discussed this" Remus said.

"Yes, but I don't know," said Tonks and he turned his head

to Sirius. "It seems like he's very informed. Why should he

leave the room if that's not the case, don't care about information

what you offer. "

Sirius seemed to be thinking about it. "Well, actually

not general knowledge of what Voldemort was planning. But Dumbledore

also just guessing. Maybe Harry has found some things to

himself." himself."

"Or at least thought he had," Remus added.

"Harry has spoken to you-know-who himself, he said,

ain't he?" Bill's got a hand. "Who knows what they are

speak of. Other than the Death Eaters, only Harry was there."

Remus hummed as he thought, a shadow covering his face.

Sirius suddenly became excited and he looked at Remus

with a meaningful look. Tonks watched their conversation with

curiosity and Harry were once again reminded, that

awkwardness, he was an Auror.

Lupin seemed to understand, as he turned to all

people. "It's been a tiring day. Maybe we should end this

and continue tomorrow."

"Yes, I think Remus is right" Mrs Weasley agreed

sigh. "We've got enough work ahead of us

tomorrow." tomorrow." Mr. Weasley nodded and helped him stand up.

"Let's clean-up" Mrs Weasley began the moment

his eyes were fixed on the dirty dishes on the table.

"No, Molly. Its alright. Sirius and I can

tidying things up" said Lupin and he looked at her with an expression

gratified.

"If you are sure, Remus ..."

"Yes, Molly."

"Good night" Mrs Weasley told Lupin, and

by looking at the others he added, "Tonks; Sirius. Don't stay up

too long, Bill. You need your sleep." Some 'good night'

again it echoed throughout the room before Mr and Mrs Weasley headed

doorway. Harry had to step aside to make room for them, observe, observe,

still fascinated, that no one seems to realize that he and

Death has been listening all the time.

"Limited," murmured Mr. Weasley and swung

his wand to end the charm Mrs Weasley put on the door

nightly.

When Harry turned to look at the table again, he noticed

that Remus' eyes were fixed on the space he had just occupied for a moment

preceding. But then, the werewolf shook his head and

turn around.

"I think I'm going home too" Tonks said

vaporise. He stands. "Good night Remus. And Sirius I

see what I can do. I'm sure Mum kept some notes

old you," he nodded towards the long-haired Weasley, "'night

Bill“

"I'll meet the Goblins tomorrow morning" he said

Bill's. "Maybe it's better if I go too."

"Goblin ... true" said Remus, not looking up

but smile.

"Are you sure, Bill, that it's just the Goblins?

Isn't Miss Delacour going to work tomorrow?" Sirius added

smirks.

"Shut up" said Bill and his cheeks flushed red. Him

gesturing to Sirius and Remus, the Lady Weasley would hardly

acquiesced. "Fuck you two" said Bill, but

now he grins too.

He followed Tonks through the door and left. With

the carefree expressions of Sirius and Remus watched him leave. The silence began

noticeably. After a while Sirius looked up at the ceiling as if

to detect whether Mr and Mrs Weasley have reached the ground floor.

Suddenly, they

can hear the familiar 'clonk'

and far . Harry grinned at the way Sirius gasped and Remus

sigh. Tonks once again found the umbrella. But

the expected screams did not come. The godfather shook

his head with a grin of disbelief.

"I have to thank Harry for that. I didn't

ever thought that hitting him with his own gun would be

the solution," he said with a laugh.

"Well, what do you want to tell me?" Remus

ask instead of giving answers. A serious expression appeared on the face

Sirius as he turned to Lupin.

"Kingsley's. Harry mentioned Kingsley before. That

he's the one responsible for my arrest. You didn't tell him, though,

right?"

Remus frowned. "No, and I don't think I

heard someone mention it to him. The kids don't know either. So, uh,

Ron and Hermione could not tell him. Only the order and the people who

work in a ministry that is known. "

"So he really wasn't bluffing. He knows some

hal," said Sirius. A grin appeared on his face. "Tonks

it's true."

"We know he knows something. That doesn't mean, he knows

a lot of things about Voldemort or about his plans at the ministry,"

reply Remus.

"But he knows something," replied Sirius and then

suddenly he smiled. "You know, Harry's right. We both can

have fun."

“You're not thinking of leaving now, are you?” Ask Remus, though,

eyes widening.

"No. At least not now. I'm not stupid,"

Sirius answered and stood up.

"I never said that" said Remus.

"Well, you've thought about it enough" Sirius

reply, as he walked to the shelf. He pulled out one of the bottles

dusty liquid containing gold and two crystal glasses that have been cut.

"Never without my reasons" said

Remus. "You remember our sixth year? James challenged you to

swimming in the lake with bare chest ..."

“I did, didn't I?” Sirius replied while grinning.

"That's January Padfoot!"

"Yes, yeah. And all it takes is a detonation spell and

the ice was gone," Sirius said as he sat down. Remus laughed softly and

shaking his head, while Sirius placed the glasses in front of them.

"At least he didn't specify that you should

do it as a human. If you can't change when McGonagall

arrived ..."

"I'll do less than five Galleons that he

bet on me." Sirius grinned as he leaned on

his chair.

　

　

Harry was very impressed with their behavior. Him

never really saw how they behaved when they

alone.

"And anyway, I warmed up pretty well

afterwards," Sirius added and glanced at Lupin. In the interest of

Harry, Remus remained silent suspiciously and his eyes did not meet Sirius. Padfoot

looking at his friend, but he wasn't pushing the topic.

"My father will give up his grave, if he finds out that

I drank his delicious Whiskey, "Sirius instead voiced and poured

a little liquid into the glass. "She complains quite often about

Muggle, but he always liked their taste for alcohol. This is already

open but it should still be good."

"Cheers," said Remus and dropped him

at once. Sirius followed but he pulled a face.

"You can always hold your booze better than me

or James," said Sirius, but he filled their glass once

any more. They sat quietly for some time, sipping their drinks

while the only sound was the crackling of flames that was slowly burning

..

"Molly was wrong to say this to you" said

Remus. Sirius was just grumbling. "You know, I thought Harry was

James the first time I saw him after that, well ..." Lupin is not

finish sentence. "That was the year you ran away

from Azkaban. Dumbledore was kind enough to let me teach you defense

fighting black magic at Hogwarts. It feels right, to take the train. I'm asleep, I'm asleep,

the moon just passed and I didn't. "Unconscious when

they're inbound. Dementors caused the train to stop and I woke up and

the first thing I saw was a boy with wild black hair and

glasses."

"I know," Sirius began, "I know Harry

it's his own person, really. But there are days when I forget that

they're already dead. That I was in Azkaban. And then, for a moment he

looks like James. The way he looks or how he laughs. It just

it lasted a few seconds and the less, the more I knew him ...

"Sirius stopped and sipped. He waited a while before

proceeding. "Harry is very different from James. He does sometimes

reminds me of my brother ... "

Harry looked at his godfather in wonder. He doesn't know

that's. He faintly felt Death approaching from behind and

then a burden appeared on his shoulder. But he was too absorbed in the conversation

it's ongoing so don't think about it too much.

"On the one hand, Regulus is very similar to him,"

sirius continued and took a sip of his Whiskey. It seems like a sad mood

it subsided when he shook his head and then he

snorted. "Here we go, decided to have some fun, but we

sit at this table and sulk."

"Well, that's right. But there's not much to talk about, though,

in addition to Voldemort and this house," Remus added and also sipped.

"I think the little Nymphadora might like you," she said

Sirius while writhing his brows.

"What Tonks?" Remus stuttering. "She

at least ten years younger than me!"

"And?" Sirius said, "I think age

not a problem" Sirius looked into his glass and then at Remus

any more. "Do you like it?" he asked casually

and yet. The curious Harry saw that his magic was contracting with

tense as he waited for an answer.

"You don't really think he has a crush

me?" Remus asked instead of answering.

"Well, why not?" Sirius replied in a voice

strange and he finished his glass before he filled it again. Remus

looking at him with curiosity.

"Did he know it ..." The werewolf was silent.

"What's? That we used to?" Sirius snapped, though,

"Of course I didn't tell him. I don't even think there are people

here who knows. Dumbledore may. The man seemed to know everything and

Minnie. Shit, we didn't even tell James officially until the year

seventh."

This was something Harry did not expect. He always

thinking that Remus had gathered with Tonks this late, because of Lupin

got the impression that he was too old for her and because he was

werewolf. But now it seems like he has other reasons as well.

"Hmm," Remus hummed and looked at Sirius, who

didn't look him in the eye and instead took care of his whiskey glass. "I am indeed

love it, but not in this way" Remus said and observed Sirius

scrupulously.

"But you can" Sirius added. Him

licking her chapped lips, but not looking up.

"Maybe ... Under different circumstances" answered Remus

slowly.

 "Ah." Sirius' eyes were still fixed on

the glass, but Harry could see how his magic had settled and

lost a little tension.

"But what exactly is he saying, until you think

like this?" Remus asked, an honest curiosity within

her voice. His yellow eyes focused on Sirius as he took a sip.

"Well, he thinks a beard makes you look handsome,"

sirius said somewhat reluctantly.

"But Sirius," Remus laughed, "That doesn't mean anything

she has a crush on me."

"And like your laughter" Sirius cut him and Remus

blushed. If only vaguely. Sirius raised his head and

looking at your friend when there is no answer. Suddenly he spoke,

"I think it looks ridiculous. The mustache."

Lupin almost seemed offended, but Harry knew that he was

also entertained. "You'd rather have Freddie Mercury if I didn't

misremembering. And you think he looks good."

Sirius finally met Remus' gaze. Eyebrows

uplifted. "That's Freddy Mercury! And the thing you call

beard-"

"You sure want to finish the sentence

that?" Remus asked, but he smiled.

Sirius raised his hand in defeat. "Well, if

You insist on that fashion choice, I won't stop you,"

said grin.

"I think I need more alcohol" Remus said

and he filled his nearly empty glass. "Mode tips from Sirius

Black's. I haven't had to put up with this since our last year at

Hogwarts." Now it's time for Sirius to look offended.

"Take with?!" Sirius

said. "You should be honored to know the taste of style

I am awesome!"

"Sense style?" Remus observed the clothes

Sirius. "If it's not the same shirt you've been wearing

last week, I was Puffskein." That werewolf

leaning closer to Sirius, inhaling. "It also looks like

that," he added with a grin.

"Hey, you have no room to talk, sir

I-wearing-a sweater every day," Sirius replied, jokingly pushing

the man left.

"At least I changed my clothes" Remus said

grinning and she leaned back into her chair, "And washed it,"

he added with a sharp look to Sirius' shirt.

"Hear of the mantra

a cleaner?" Sirius replied while leaning over

fore. In doing so, he spilled most of his whiskey.

"And have you ever used one on a shirt

this is?" Remus asked, "I doubt that." Sirius

took out his magic wand from his pocket and made a movement

quick one. Some stains on the shirt are gone.

"Now I have," he said satisfied.

"You're amazing" Remus laughed. Sirius

he grinned and wanted to sip his glass. When he realized that half

the contents had vanished, he turned to the bottle to refill it. But

that's empty.

"Well, I think it's a sign for us to go up to

up," said Remus and with a swish of his wand, the plate and the glass floated

towards the sink.

"We can always open another one" Sirius said,

"And you didn't even finish yours.“

"Molly's gonna wake us up pretty early tomorrow."

"Don't remind me" Sirius said.

"Come," said Remus smilingly and he pulled Sirius over

upon.

"Bring meeeeee," said Sirius and let himself

fell against Remus dramatically.

"Sure," said Remus, "Your crown - should I

take him too, or can you arrange oh mighty king?"

"Well," said Sirius as he swept away the imaginary dust from the

dress her up, "I can walk alone tonight, but only because of you

ask very kindly, my servant." Remus laughed when

Sirius winked at him. They put out some candles

light up and the dishes in the sink stop to clean themselves and float

back to the shelf. Remus let the empty bottle vanish and then

they left the room, leaving Harry alone with Death.