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Harry Potter and the Flying Squad (01) - Sahits

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Wednesday evening, <strong>Harry</strong> strolled down Privet Drive. Earlier that day, he had checked <strong>the</strong><br />

location to figure out where Sirius would wait. There was a corner with bushes high enough to<br />

provide cover for a dog even as large as his godfa<strong>the</strong>r. And this was exactly where he found<br />

him.<br />

The dog gave no sign, nor did <strong>Harry</strong>.<br />

They walked past <strong>the</strong> last building, reached a spot under trees. Checking around, <strong>Harry</strong> saw<br />

<strong>the</strong>y were alone. When he turned back, Sirius stood <strong>the</strong>re.<br />

They hugged each o<strong>the</strong>r.<br />

"<strong>Harry</strong>," said Sirius, "it's good to see you ... How is life with <strong>the</strong> Dursleys?"<br />

"Better than ever. I found a few arguments to convince <strong>the</strong>m that it's better for all of us if <strong>the</strong>y<br />

stop treating me like a retarded slave."<br />

"Really? ... Like what, for example?"<br />

<strong>Harry</strong> pointed at his pocket. "Like my w<strong>and</strong>, for example. I told <strong>the</strong>m not to hold <strong>the</strong>ir breath<br />

until some wizard cop came running to stop my unlawful magic ... As it turned out, I didn't<br />

need much of it."<br />

Sirius' laugh was short <strong>and</strong> bitter. "So <strong>the</strong> mess in <strong>the</strong> Ministry of Magic is at least good for<br />

that, if nothing else."<br />

"What's up, Sirius? Why are you here?"<br />

"To give you a present." Sirius reached in his pocket, came up with something. "Here - it<br />

comes from a good old friend."<br />

What <strong>Harry</strong> saw was a heavy medal on a chain, made to wear around <strong>the</strong> neck. It looked like<br />

gold. He glanced up. "A present? For me? ... Why? Is it from ..."<br />

Sirius' h<strong>and</strong> was on <strong>Harry</strong>'s mouth. "Yes."<br />

His godfa<strong>the</strong>r's voice, not loud before, was barely audible. "It's an invitation, <strong>and</strong> this is your<br />

travelling ticket, if you know what I mean. Use it ten o'clock straight - to meet where we can<br />

speak safely."<br />

<strong>Harry</strong> was staring, at <strong>the</strong> medal, at Sirius, <strong>and</strong> back. If he had understood correctly, he was<br />

expected in two hours' time in Hogwarts. But this was impossible - portkeys didn't work in <strong>the</strong><br />

school area.<br />

Sirius' next words answered <strong>the</strong> unspoken question. "How is your homework? Although that's<br />

not <strong>the</strong> issue right now ... By <strong>the</strong> way, do you like walking around lakes?"<br />

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