SHE'S ALL THAT ➭ SIRIUS BLACK ❨2❩ ✔︎

ACT FOUR, SCENE EIGHTEEN

FONTAINE MANOR

Harry Potter was incredibly moody when Anna-Lee brought him home from school in the winter of 1987.

"What's your issue?" Sage said, greeting him at the front door like she always did. She knelt in front of him and helped him take off his winter coat and snow-boots. "You look like someone shit in your porridge."

He frowned at her. "That's a bad word, Auntie Sage." He sighed dramatically and pulled a folded sheet of copy paper out of his backpack. "Mrs. Wright told me to give you this."

She took the paper, eyebrows furrowed, and ruffled his messy black hair. His lightning bolt shaped scar peeked out from under his hair, a constant reminder of his brush with death.

Miss Fontaine,
Your son has been acting out in the past few weeks. Talking back to his teachers, hitting the other children, and climbing up on top of the school during break times.
As you can see, we at the Nottingham School are very concerned about his behavior.
We would like to schedule a conference with you and his father to discuss this behavior and see what you can do to fix it.
Please bring Harry, his father, and yourself to my classroom one afternoon after school to talk about this.
Thank you.
Mrs. Heather Wright
Year 3 Teacher—The Nottingham School for Primary Education

Sage was fuming. "This cu—this woman has the audacity to, first of all, not even read your file about your parents. And then she tries to tell me how you, a child, are behaving poorly. As if any of this is easy for either of us..." She sighed and looked her godson in the eyes. "This is stupid. D'you want to go get ice cream? Or we can go to that sweets shop you've been begging to go to?"

"I'm not in trouble?" Harry asked, and his expression was made up of pure confusion.

She laughed, hugging him to her. "'Course not, love. Did the other kids hit you first?"

He nodded once.

"Then you were defending yourself. Simple as that. As long as they hit you first, you have my permission to hit them back. Now hurry up—get your shoes and coat back on, and we'll go to Fortescue's, and then we'll go to Sugarplum's and get you whatever you want." She said, cheeks spreading into a smile.

Harry couldn't help but return her smile. "Can Aunt Maia come? And can she bring Uncle Remus?" He asked.

"Anything for you, darling."

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