Padfoot and his Pup

6. | Off to Hogwarts

I wanted to upload this a little earlier but I didn't have time. This idea was suggested by Yamel2016. Thanks for the idea!
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Harry opened his eyes, excitement sparkling in them. Today was the day. He didn't care that it was five thirty in the morning and way too early for him to be up. He couldn't go back to bed now, he just couldn't. With a rush of enthusiasm, he threw his bed covers off himself and jumped out of bed.

"Dad! Dad! Wake up. Today's the day!" Harry was grinning like a madman as he threw open the door to his father's room. "Wake up! Wake up, wake up!" Sirius was lying down and smiled when the boy came inside. Harry climbed up on the bed and started jumping. Rolling his eyes at his pup's energy, Sirius sat up and pulled on of Harry's ankles. The pup landed right into his father's waiting arms. "My, my. You've caused quite the racket around here, Mr. Potter." Sirius commented, pulling the child into his lap and wrapping his arms around him. "You promised me that you'd make your special pancakes and French toast the day my Hogwarts letter would arrive." Said Harry, looking eager. "Did I promise to make them at..... 5:40 in the morning?"

"Well.... no but you did say you'd make them for me." Harry insisted. "Did I now?" On Harry's vigorous nod, Sirius kissed the messy black hair. "Well, in that case, I'd better keep my word."

The two of them went downstairs after a bit where Sirius got to work. He could've asked the house elves to make them but according to Harry, Sirius made the best pancakes in the entire world. As he cooked, Harry chatted animatedly, telling the man all about what he planned to do.

Sirius set the plates down on the table and Harry dug in immediately. "Mmhm. This is amazing. Dad, you're absolutely and undoubtedly the most brilliant person I know." Hard said, his mouth full of pancakes. Normally, the man would've gently scolded the boy to not talk with his mouth full but he felt a rush of affection for his pup. He ruffled Harry's hair lightly before continuing his breakfast.

They were halfway through when they heard the distinct hooting of an owl. Harry nearly fell of his chair in anticipation. "It's here! It's finally here!" The barn owl flew through the window that had been specifically left open for it. It landed smoothly on the table and dropped a letter right next to Harry's plate before promptly flying away.

Harry's emerald green eyes were shining as he reached for the envelope which had the Hogwarts seal on it. He looked up at his dad who smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. Ever so slowly, he pulled the flap open and inside it was a parchment that had been neatly folded. He pulled it out and opened it, a wide smile spreading across his face.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards).

Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress.

"I got in!" Harry exclaimed, getting off his chair and doing a little happy dance around house. "Of course you did. I'm so proud of you, pup," Sirius looked as happy as Harry as he gathered his son in his arms for a hug.

"We'll have to go shopping now for your belongings now, won't we?" Said Sirius and received an enthusiastic nod in response. "We can go this Saturday and if you want, you can talk to Ron as well so we can all go together."

Yes. Harry smiled to himself. This was going to be totally brilliant.
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"There you are mate!" Let's get a move on." Ron clapped his best friend on the shoulder. The entire Weasley family excluding the oldest two sons had collected outside Madam Malkins'. "Percy's getting new robes this year since he became a prefect." Ron said as they went inside the shop. Harry didn't say anything because he knew how Ron felt about his family's financial situation. He went along with Sirius and had himself measured.