"He is a child, Lupin."

"Yes; so was Harry, once."

Awwwww... That one phrase just made Harry ten times more tragic than he ever seemed.

"Is that what the young people are calling it these days," Remus drawled. Harry turned pink. "I have to sit on that sofa, you know."

[laughs] Oh, Remus...

Neither bothered to notice the spinning figures that were slowly coalescing in the flames of the kitchen fireplace until it was much too late.

And after warning everybody else.

Good job, Harry. Excellent.

[waits for the outcome]

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