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station platform. Gave you a cast-iron excuse not to leave your hidey-hole in future, didn't
it?"
Sirius raised his wand higher.
"No!" Harry yelled, vaulting over the table and forcing himself between them,
"Sirius, don't―"
"Are you calling me a coward?" Sirius roared, trying to push Harry out of the way,
but Harry would not budge.
"Why, yes, I suppose I am!"
"Harry, get out of the way!"
The kitchen door opened, and the entire Weasley family—plus Hermione—came
inside, all looking very happy, with Arthur walking proudly in their midst.
"Cured!" Arthur announced brightly. "Completely cured!"
He and all the other Weasleys froze on the threshold, gazing at the scene in front
of them, which was also suspended in mid-action: both Sirius and Snape looking toward
the door with their wands pointing into each other's faces, and Harry—immobile between
them—a hand stretched out to each as he tried to force them apart.
Sirius's eyes drew immediately to Hermione, who was staring at the scene, horrified.
"Merlin's beard," Arthur muttered, the smile sliding off his face. "What's going on
here?"
Both Sirius and Snape lowered their wands.
"Six o'clock Monday evening, Potter," Snape ordered and then left.
Sirius frowned, tucking his wand back into his pocket. "It's nothing, Arthur. Just a
friendly little chat between two old school friends." He forced himself to smile. "So, you're
cured? That's great news, really great."
Remus walked through the door, flexing his fingers—which looked slightly
reddened. He paused at the sight of the large group and scowled as all attention turned on
him. Molly was shaking her head in disapproval.
"Arthur." Remus inclined his head in greeting. "You're looking better."
"What happened to you?" Arthur asked, gesturing to Remus's hand.
"Nothing to worry about," Remus insisted, briefly looking at Hermione. With how
quickly he averted his gaze, Sirius figured that he was still thinking about sealing the Pack