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“I can do the dishes, please!” Harry whined, his tone playful as he gave me his best puppy-dog eyes, making me want to laugh and smile at the same time.
We could have easily used magic to clean up, but Harry insisted on doing it the Muggle way, claiming it was a way to connect with my mother. “She always said she loved doing things the Muggle way,” he added, his enthusiasm infectious.
“Fine, but remember this moment, Potter. I’ll go clean up the table,” I said, a teasing smile dancing on my lips.
“Don’t call me Potter,” he mumbled under his breath, but I caught the lopsided grin that followed, and my heart fluttered.
I sighed happily, glancing at my soon-to-be husband as I made my way to the dining table, gathering the plates and utensils. The mundane task felt lighter knowing Harry was nearby, his presence a comforting anchor.
A few minutes later, the sound of running water and clattering dishes ceased as I finished tidying up the table. I plopped down on the couch with a fantasy novel, the world of magic and adventure enticing me.
Just then, Harry entered, rinsing his hands with a small, dry towel. He placed it back where it belonged and walked over to me, curiosity etched on his face.
“What are you reading, Rosie?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest.
“Gardens of the Moon, a fantasy novel,” I replied, holding the book up slightly, feeling a wave of excitement at sharing my latest read.
“Oh, I’ve heard the name before,” he said eagerly, his enthusiasm palpable.
“It’s quite popular,” I remarked, motioning for him to sit beside me on the soft couch.
Harry shifted forward and sank into the cushions beside me, the comfortable silence wrapping around us like a warm blanket. I could feel the pull of the story, but I stole glances at Harry, who seemed genuinely interested in my reading.
Before long, I felt Harry lean against my shoulder, his arms wrapping around my waist as he settled in. My heart raced at the sweet intimacy of the moment, and I smiled to myself, a gentle blush creeping up my cheeks.
I couldn’t resist; I put my novel down and allowed myself to enjoy the adorable scene before me. With a soft sigh, I carefully removed his glasses and placed them on the desk nearby. Then, I gently caressed his fluffy, messy raven hair as he slept soundly, his breathing deep and even.
I lost track of time, playing with his hair as I drifted off, the peacefulness of the moment enveloping me.
Knock knock!
The sound startled me awake, pulling me from my dreams. I blinked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and noticed Harry’s arm still draped around my waist, reluctant to release me.
I carefully slid his arm off, repositioning his head on the upper part of the couch, hoping he wouldn’t wake. As I made my way to the door, I felt a mix of curiosity and caution.
When I opened the door, I was immediately met with the enthusiastic licks of a black, scruffy dog that bounded towards me, its tail wagging furiously. “Oh, hey there!” I laughed, crouching down to pet the excited creature.
But suddenly, the dog froze, as if someone had stupefied him. I blinked, confused, and looked up to see a tired-looking man in his thirties standing in front of me. His blond-brownish hair was slightly tousled, and his lips parted in surprise.
“Cute dog you’ve got there! Can I help you?” I asked, forcing a smile despite the unease creeping in.
“Uh, yeah. My name is Remus Lupin, and I came here to meet Harry,” he replied, glancing past me with a hint of concern.
Realization hit me like a cold splash of water. My heart raced as I instinctively reached for my wand, pointing it towards him. “Tell the truth! Who are you, and what do you want from Harry?” I demanded, glaring at the retired professor.
“Like I said—”
“Rose! Who is it?” Harry called from inside, his voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.
“Someone named Remus Lupin and a dog!” I yelled back, my eyes never leaving the man in front of me.
“Let them in!” Harry yelled in response.
I hesitated for a moment, the protective instinct still simmering within me. “Right, um—I'm sorry! I just thought you were a Death Eater. Come on in,” I said, stepping aside to let them enter.
“It’s okay; I think you don’t know us,” Remus replied, a hint of understanding in his eyes.
I led them to the living room, where Remus settled into a chair, and the dog sat by his side, wagging his tail. I knelt down to ruffle the dog’s fur, and to my surprise, it didn’t back away. Instead, it leaned into my touch, enjoying the affection.
“What’s his name?” I asked, getting up to join Remus.
“Sirius. Sirius Black,” Remus replied calmly, but as the name left his lips, I choked on the air around me.
And suddenly, the dog transformed into a tall man with long, black hair and striking gray eyes, grinning mischievously. “Didn’t think someone would find me cute even after being almost forty, eh?” Sirius said with a smirk, his charm radiating in the room.
I looked away in embarrassment, trying to focus on anything but the handsome man before me. Remus and Sirius exchanged amused glances, laughter bubbling between them, which made me even more flustered.
Just then, Harry entered the room, his eyes still squinting from sleep, and he back-hugged me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he leaned down, resting his head on my shoulder. My heart soared at the gesture, but I noticed the laughter in the room died down as both adults froze, staring at us.
“I think we missed something, don’t you think, Moony?” Sirius whispered to Remus, a teasing grin forming on his face.
Remus nodded, trying to stifle his laughter. “Yeah, it seems like we walked in on a moment.”
“I can’t see anything…” Harry mumbled under his breath, still half-asleep.
I took out my wand, pointing it at my hands, and said, “Accio Harry’s glasses!” A pair of thin-framed glasses flew into my hands. I turned to face Harry and carefully fixed them on his face, unable to resist giving his nose a gentle peck.
Harry chuckled softly, his eyes brightening as he lightly kissed my lips. Just as we parted, a loud ‘ahem’ broke through the moment, causing Harry to groan and pull away from me reluctantly.
His expression shifted as he noticed the two men sitting awkwardly across the room. A wide grin formed on his face as he recognized them. “Sirius! Remus!” he exclaimed, almost flying into their arms.
I watched them with adoration and love in my eyes, feeling warmth spread through me as I observed the reunion.
“Soo, Har, do you think you should introduce someone to us?” Sirius said, raising an eyebrow playfully.
“Didn’t I tell you guys about her in my letters?” Harry replied, confusion etching his features.
“What letters? We were worried sick about you, so we had to come to visit you, Harry!” Remus interjected, a hint of concern in his tone.
“Oh,” Harry said, realization dawning on him.
“I think you used the wrong address, Harry,” Sirius added, crossing his arms with a knowing look.
“What do you mean? Ohhh…” Harry finally realized, his eyes widening. “I addressed the letters as Grimmauld Place 12.”
And just like that, the room erupted into laughter, the sound echoing off the walls as the warmth of friendship and love enveloped us all.
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