Harry was immediately grabbed into a bear hug when he stumbled out of the floo into Grimmauld Place. "Good to see you too, Siri!" Harry laughed as he patted the back of the animagus holding onto him for dear life.
"Harry! I'm so glad you're here! We're going to have so much fun!" Sirius beamed before pulling him out of the kitchen and towards the sitting room.
"Harry, good to see you!" Remus glanced up and smiled from where he had been reading a book when the two joined him.
"You too, Pro…Remus," Harry smiled, catching himself.
Sirius was almost vibrating in his excitement. "I have so many plans! After the Order meeting tonight, we're free until Christmas! We're going to decorate and sneak out to go shopping, and I'm going to teach you a crap-ton of spells for your defense club thing, and it's going to be epic!"
"You're not sneaking out, Padfoot," Remus sighed and turned a page in the book he was reading, apparently this was an old argument.
"Of course not," the fugitive winked at Harry where the other man couldn't see him. Harry shook his head and just smiled. He knew he'd be helping his godfather sneak out; he didn't see a way around that one. He didn't know how to help his godfather, not being a mind-healer, but he'd at least keep him safe when he was being reckless.
"Plus, you aren't free. Severus will be in and out brewing potions in the attic for the Order, and everyone is coming over for Boxing Day, and you really should clean since Kreacher has disappeared again," Remus continued, not noticing the silent conversation on the other side of the room.
"Urgh! Snivellus!" Sirius grumbled but seemed to brush it all off. "How's class going with the git, by the way?"
Harry shrugged. He glanced nervously over to Remus, deciding to go out on a limb and take a chance on the man who had only ever been nice to him. "Erm, I got roped into Remedial Potions," he said, looking pointedly at the werewolf. "He's much more chill outside of normal class, and it's been helping some."
As much as Harry studied his face, Remus gave absolutely no indication he knew Harry was talking about the HSMC. The society was the only 'remedial' classes offered though. Sirius snorted and went into a rant about Snape and potions in general. The werewolf just shook his head and smiled at Harry. "I'm glad you're taking your studies seriously. Maybe it'll help you get a good OWL in the subject," he said kindly.
"Yeah…" Harry was so confused. How did Remus not know what he was talking about? Maybe he just didn't want to say anything with Sirius in the room…it seemed strange he'd give no indication at all he knew what Harry was talking about though.
"Oh, hey, look at this!" Sirius grabbed a large, leather-bound journal from an old desk in the corner and plopped it down in front of Harry. "It's my notes for your group you're teaching. It started out on napkins, but it kind of grew from there. Hey, you do plan to teach them all the Patronus Charm, right? It's dead useful against dark creatures, and you can also send messages with them."
"Yours is very impressive," Remus added in with a smile. "You should definitely teach it."
Harry looked at the two of them feeling overwhelmed and slowly shook his head, knowing he'd never be able to cast a Patronus Charm again or be in the room when it was being cast. "Er, everyone is at all different levels. I don't think it'd be easy to get them all to learn a high-level charm like that. I think we should stick to more standard defenses."
"Nonsense," Sirius waved a hand. "You got this, plus with all my ideas, you'll have plenty of lessons until the end of the year."
Harry flipped through the book with all kinds of defensive and offensives spells and drills in it. Sirius obviously had a lot of time on his hands. "This is amazing, Padfoot! Thank you!"
A loud crash resounded before Sirius's mother's portrait started screaming. Remus rushed out of the room to shut it up. "Don't worry, Harry. We're going to have a great time this Christmas," Sirius gave Harry's shoulder a little squeeze. "We just have to ditch the spoil-sport in order to leave the house," the older man wolfishly grinned at him.
"I'm here for the show!" Tonks announced as she followed Remus in, her hair a brilliant shade of purple.
"You're not here to help?" Sirius asked with a pout as he threw a pillow at his cousin.
"Merlin, I can't boil water. My ordering take-away skills are unmatched though," Tonks caught the pillow out of thin air and lobbed it back.
"What's going on?" Harry chuckled at the two of them in confusion.
Remus just grinned and plopped down beside Harry on the couch. "Your godfather thought it would be a good idea to kick Molly Weasley out and swear he'd cook for the Order meeting tonight even though I doubt he's ever cooked in his life."
"Well, it can't be that hard," Sirius rolled his eyes.
"And that's why I'm here hours early," Tonks ruffled Harry's hair with an evil grin. "The fallout is going to be beautifully awful!"
"Can you cook?" Harry worriedly asked Remus.
"Er…I can cook anything that comes in a box with directions on the back," the werewolf grinned at him sheepishly.
Harry sighed, realizing what was going to have to happen. "Fine, I'm going to go see what you have in the kitchen. I really hope someone bought groceries."
"You can cook?" Sirius asked Harry with a surprised expression.
"I can if you have any food," the teen was not looking forward to it. After being forced to cook for the Dursleys his entire life, cooking was one of his least favorite things to do. He had so many bad memories in the kitchen from being forced to cook meals he wouldn't be allowed to eat, dodging frying pans aimed at his head, and Dudley pushing him into the hot stove and him being punished for crying out and dropping things. Even with all of that, he knew he was an excellent cook though, anyone would just need to look at the girth of his uncle and cousin to see that.
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