A Magical Summer

Floo

A/N- Sorry for the long wait! Update on my personal life at the end of the chapter!

Sirius's POV

The fact that Number 12 Grimmauld Place maintained it's flooded state over the following day and a half, was a fact I noted with no small amount of joy as I sat down, discreetly hidden from Molly's view. She was making herself busy, rounding up the stragglers from the earlier Order meeting in an final attempt to dispose of the water. Really, after the second attempt a day earlier, there was no use in the continued effort. There were only so many spells that one could uses over and over again without results before giving up. Apparently Molly's limit was twelve, hopefully.

On the bright side, which really was every outcome of the flooding, Molly was moving the kids back to the Burrow. This was convenient, as Madam Pomfrey had just finished healing the rest of Harry's injuries and the Burrow had a quittiditch pitch. I wouldn't accuse Molly of playing favorites, but this change of plans was certainly in my godson's favor. And mine as well, because while I had to sleep at the flooded house, I didn't have to live there.

   I allowed myself to wait, in the presence of Molly's last futile attempts of vanishing the water that had made itself at home, for a few minutes. It was raining outside Grimmauld Place, which wasn't unusual as it was in London, but I hoped that the weather wouldn't be a deterrent to Harry's family visiting again.

I appreciated having a set of parents around that weren't condescending like Molly often acted. Arthur was likable, but he was passive to Molly's authority. It was nice having a different perspective.

Tapping my fingers against the table, I wondered if they were going to show. After a few moments, I stood up, straightened my robes out and moved towards the Floo. There really was no point in wasting my time waiting when I could be hanging out with— supervising— my godson. I paused for a moment, thinking about how the Muggles would react to quidditch, when a sharp knock accompanied by muffled voices sounded from the front door sounded throughout the room. I made an about face and turned towards the door.

"-They all seemed very pleased about that conversation."

"Should we have informed Harry about our 'talk'? They're his family—"

"—By blood. There's more to it than that."

I carefully opened the door, expecting to see anger on their faces during this clash of opinions, but instead I was met with curious, considering looks. Paul looked at Percy for a moment, brows furrowing and eyes narrowing slightly at his stepson in a calculating look, before blinking roughly. He shook his head rapidly as if attempting to clear it and ruffled Percy's hair with a smile on his face.

"Come in," I finally acknowledged, waving the family through the door, "I apologize for the flooding," I added, noticing Sally's awkward waddle through the water.

"Oh, it's really no problem," Sally assured smiling at me before sending an indecipherable look to Percy.

"Have you tried magicking the water away?"  Percy asked loudly.

   I looked at him, feeling my eye brows rise and my chest tighten slightly as I held back an undignified snort at the idea. Of course we tried magic.

"Yah know..." he offered further explanation, waving a hand in a circular motion as if it added to his point, "Like 'Bippity Boppity Boo'?"

   The water receded back into the plumbing (which was a shame, really) taking with it much of the debris that had previously littered the room. Hysterical laughter bubbled in my throat and I forced it back down.