Chapter 4: James moves out

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James was back at Remus’ little apartment four days after the honeymoon weekend. “Mate, you’re going to have to get a bigger place, I mean, where the fuck do you go on your days?” James said. Sirius was laid on the couch, still claiming to half a throbbing head ache from getting totally wasted, “I have no idea Prongs. I assume he locks himself up in closet or something…” Sirius said getting up from the couch. “None of your business, you know James this is all I could afford right now, and you also have to remember I can’t invest in a car or maybe a better flat because I’m supporting your arses with a part time job.” Remus said stiffly. “Now Remus, I told you I’d buy you a new house or something, besides, you shouldn’t be scolding me for living here, I’m moving out today. Tell Sirius to get off his lazy arse.” James shot back at Sirius “Isn’t your family one of the richest, most powerful wizarding families in England? Why don’t you take money from your vault at Gringotts?” James suggested; Sirius rolled his eyes “Yeah, wouldn’t it be easy to take out money from your families vault if they didn’t loathe you or if you didn’t bring dishonor to their name or maybe if they didn’t disown you. Are you suggesting I break in to Gringotts? One of the most powerful, high security wizarding bank in the world!?” said Sirius, “Reality check mate, not all of us have it that easy.” he turned his back at James. “Now that you mention it Padfoot,” James opened up his suitcase and took out something silvery and silky “you can use this.” James handed Sirius the cloth “I can’t break in to Gringotts with an Invisibility cloak! The goblins can see things.” Sirius threw back the cloak “No you stupid idiot, use this to break in to your house, your old one that is. Steal the keys to the vault, think of some clever way to forge your mum’s signature without the goblin‘s noticing, bam bing bom! You’re in.” James tossed back the cloak again; Sirius had a smug look on his face “If I can get past that ruddy house elf, I got this in the bag.” Sirius said. Remus didn’t look too happy about this “He’s still breaking in to Gringotts! Just with them knowing but… at the same time… not knowing… James you really scare me sometimes…” Remus said, looking uneasy. “Calm down Moony, Padfoot will just take out enough money for himself and for your new car; I’ll pay for the new house.” James said calmly. 

James packed his final things and shoved all his suitcases in to one tiny backpack, which he had jinxed to give him unlimited space to put all his luggage. The last thing was his broom, which he was going to use to fly over to the Ministry then use the floo network there to get to Godric’s Hollow, a small village located in western England. “I guess this is it then.” Sirius said, “It’s not a goodbye, not at all really…” James began “It’s more like a… see you later.” James hugged his best friend Sirius, then Remus. “Goodbye James, say hi to Lily for us.” Remus said “Will do, Moony.” James said as he mounted his broom, and before you knew it, he was off and soared in to the night sky. Remus closed the door and plopped down on the couch, “I’m going to miss the bastard.” He said softly “You’re really going to miss him eating from your chocolate stash?” Sirius said playfully “I sort of got used to it during our Hogwarts years…” Remus laughed. There was a crash from the window, an owl pierced right through the glass “BLOODY HELL!” Sirius yelled “It must be urgent.” Remus stated and ran to the owl, he picked up the note and the owl flew away, out of the broken window. He viewed the letter “It’s for you, Sirius.” He said as he handed the letter to his friend. Sirius grabbed the letter and tore it open “Dear Mr. Black, we are to inform you that your brother, Regulus Arcturus Black, has been declared dead on this day, November 21st 1979. His body was never found. We are also to inform you that your father, Orion Black has also been declared dead yesterday, November 20th 1979 at five O’ clock in the afternoon. Our condolences, The department of Wizarding Records, Ministry of Magic.”. 

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