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Chapter 13

Disclaimer: all characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling except for June Malfoy and Siriana J.J.R.L.A.D.C. Malfoy-Black.

The next few weeks flew by in no time. Remus and I grew closer and he was smart enough not to comment on Charlie's and mines relationship anymore. He tried once and that ended with a small fire set to his sofa. He didn't like that.

Now moving on to things he does like. Christmas holidays! Sadly enough his monthly problem will happen on Christmas. It's really quite sad but he told me not to dwell on it and just go and enjoy myself. I'm going home to Charlie for the holidays but I've invited Remus to come with
me. He said he'll come with but he doesn't want to be near us when his furry little problem kicks in. We eventually agreed on staying at Hogwarts for the first week of the holidays so he could have his wolfy problem over here but afterwards going to Romania.

"Cub? Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?" Remus asked while walking into my room. I groaned a bit and pulled my blanket up.
"Are you still in bed? Come on, get up!" I groaned again but it quickly turned into a yelp when I felt my blanket being ripped away. I stood up with a glare to see a grinning Remus holding MY blanket. If looks could kill, Remus would be six feet underground right now. Don't blame me! I'm not a morning person, not the slightest. Remus must have a deathwish, otherwise he wouldn't have tried to wake me, especially not in this manner.

"Come on, Anna! You're coming with otherwise you'll stay in bed till noon and we can't have that, can we now?" He smirked at me. I scowled at him but went to get dressed nonetheless. Ten minutes later we were on our way to Hogsmeade. I lay half asleep on Remus' shoulder while a few students were gaping at me. They don't have a right to complain, nobody forced them to join us in the carriage.

A little while later we arrived in the little village. It looked, by lack of a better word, magical. The rooftops were all covered with a thick layer of snow and there were students everywhere, running around looking for Christmas presents. I chuckled to myself thinking about the poor morons who had prosponed buying their gifts to the very last weekend of school before the holidays. Remus looked at me oddly before dragging me to Honeydukes. Honeydukes is a sweetshop but unlike muggle sweetshops this shop had every flavour of candy. If you were really into strange things you could always go for some blood-flavoured lollipops or some Cockroach Clusters. Remus however isn't here for the 'strange flavours', he's here just to enlarge his chocolatestache. That man is addicted to chocolate. It might not be the most healthy addiction but it's not the worst either and it makes it easy to decide on a gift for him.

After Remus had bought enough chocolate, we went to The Three Broomsticks. When we entered I noticed Minnie, Hagrid, Flitwick and Fudge sitting at the bar and talking to Rosmerta. However they were chatting away so carelessly that they hadn't even noticed the proximity of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger and unless I'm mistaken I think Prongslet is hiding under the table. Why would he be hiding? Third years are allowed to go to Hogsmeade, all they have to do is get their permission slip signed. Ooooooh, light bulb. Lily's sister always hated Magic and everything that comes with it. She's just jealous because she can't do the things we can. She probably didn't sign the slip just to spite Harry. She's such an annoying b*tch! Poor Harry.

Remus guided me to a seet not to far away from both groups so I could hear the teachers' conversation. They seemed to be talking about my Dad. Only they were still under the delusion that my father was quilty. They were just talking about how James trusted my Dad more than his other friends, how he made him Harry's godfather, how he was James' best man basically just how good friends they were. Then they started talking about the Fidelius charm. They probably shouldn't have done that 'cause when Hagrid was led to believe that my Dad had sold out the Potters, he began to raise his voice. He was attracting to much attention from the customers so Minnie shushed him.

Remus seemed quite uncomfortable eavesdropping on their conversation so as soon as we finished our butterbeers we left. I casted a look over my shoulder to see the Golden Trio's gobstruck faces. Harry seemed about ready to blow. His face was overflowing with emotions; anger, betrayal, sadness, ... yeah I don't think there is much good going on in his brain. I sighed and followed Remus outside. There will come a day where Harry will be reunited with his Godfather without wanting to kill him. I can feel it in my bones.

Remmy and I just made our way back to the castle where he plunged down in his reading chair and settled for a book while I plopped down on the floor writing a letter to Charlie to let him know about the holiday plans. We continued our evening in a comfortable silence and eventually left for bed. My thoughts only had one theme: Sirius Orion Black III also known as my Dad.
After debating his hiding places I settled that he could only be hiding in the shrieking shack. How else would he be able to get into Hogwarts? He can't possibly break into Honeydukes, not while human nor in dogform. If he tried breaking in while human he would get caught by the dementors, and I don't think people will find it normal for a shabby, black dog to break into a candyshop. I'll have to visit him one of these days.