STARMAN; 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 [1]

Chapter 18.

"You're quite literally not allowed to make fun of me for this one Black. You're homeless as we speak, I will kick you out." Remus holds a notebook above his head, staring down at the brunette, seemingly pissed off.

"I just found it cute! Adorable even!" Sirius teased him, jabbing his fingers at his friend's chest.

"You thought my own drawings, were 4 year old Andromeda's. What's cute in that?" Remus muttered bringing his notebook down on the wooden counter with a thud, his cheeks turning rosey in colour. The sun was scorching today it seemed.

"What's cute, is I finally found a fault in you my furry friend. Now I can call you perfectly imperfect!" Sirius grabbed the notebook, opening up to a random page.

A blue pencil sketch of a girl in a long braid picking berries from a garden filtered through the page. As if mystified, the girl's arm moved on the page back and fourth between the berry bush. Her hat was almost tipped over head.

"Please tell me that's my daughter. Your nephew." Sirius put the palm of his hand on his mouth, grinning like a madman, failing to contain his giggles.

Remus groaned, letting himself collapse on top of the wooden counter.
"I should have never let you inside!"

"I hope that was not meant for me."

Remus's head propped up from his slumped position.
"Of course not Harry my dear, it's this git that should have been left out in the pouring weather selling hotdogs on my neighbourhood street." Remus took off his jacket letting the air filter through his cotton t-shirt as he stretched his limbs.

"Sounds like a dream job to me." Harry chuckled, moving to the fridge.

"Is it not?!" Sirius nodded his head on appreciation, clapping his hand on Harry's shoulder as he rummaged through the fridge.

"Harry lunchtime is not until an hour, the chicken should be out in thirty minutes." Lupin chastised, checking his watch.

"Come on dear let the poor boy eat! Those Dunderheads probably never fed him enough! Look at those!" Sirius made it a point to move Harry's arms around like crazy.
"I'll make sure to buff you up my boy don't you worry." Sirius muttered, making Harry burst out in laughter holding onto the fridge door.

"I was only taking some vanilla yoghurt for Annie. She just woke up." He smiled, then took off upstairs.

"And she couldn't have come down herself?! Greet her poor father?!" Sirius yelled dramatically, but his shouting was no use.

"Things used to be so quiet..." Remus muttered opening the fridge, to grab a vanilla yogurt as well.

Meanwhile, Andromeda was brushing her hair quietly humming to a tune she had heard on her uncle's records some time ago.

Harry knocked on the already open door.
"Mornin'." He smiled, bringing the yogurt to her desk.

"Oh! Good morning. You know me so well." She smiled, taking a spoonful of her food.
"Did they say anything about me getting up late?"

Harry shook his head.
"They're too busy picking on each other. I swear I'm not sure if they want to hug or tear each others eyeballs out." Harry fell on her messily made bed.

"It's always the first don't worry. My uncle has put pesticide on a radius of at least 50 meters from the house, just because my dad despises mosquitos and fleas. They'll be fine." Annie chuckled remembering her errand day last month where she would go out every few minutes with her Dad, and give lemonades with pink umbrellas to Remus (per Black's request) and a few sweets to give him energy against the plight he worked against.