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Why Albus Never Floos Directly to Grimmauld Place ... Anymore.
Why Albus Never Eavesdrops At Grimmauld Place
Albus whirled out of the hearth in a swirling cloud of purple and fuchsia silk robes and soot. He steadied himself with a hand on the mantle piece and shook even more soot from the folds of his robe.
Mumbling, Kreacher glowered up at the Headmaster from his lowly position nearer the floor, “Filthy, filthy, filth, filth, filth.” The house-elf proceeded to clean up the mess Albus left behind. Tut-tutting to himself, Albus shook his head at the little creature before exiting in search of his most useful spy.
As he neared the kitchen, Dumbledore overheard three voices: Remus, Sirius and Severus. Wonderful! The project is working! The old wizard’s blue eyes twinkled merrily. Until, the words from inside the kitchen became clearer to his aging ears. He stopped short, his hand resting on the doorframe. With a more serious countenance now, he pressed his ear to the wood in order to hear better.
“More kisses,” Snape snarled menacingly.
“You wanker, here.” Black answered quite effectively shutting Snape’s trap.
Surprise and shock registered on Dumbledore’s wrinkled features. Much like the twins, he seemed trapped in eavesdropping mode, unable to tear himself away from the conversation ongoing behind closed doors.
“Whose bloody bright idea were these stupid wrappers?” Lupin complained, the slight whine in his voice reminding Dumbledore of the proximity of the full moon.
“Indeed, they are more difficult than those others.” Snape observed dryly.
“But oh so worth the trouble of getting into them,” Black commented with a long low drawn-out moan.
“Oh yesssss,” Lupin answered him. “So smooth.”
“Sweetness,” groaned Snape.
“Damn near an orgasm,” Black answered.
Dumbledore hurriedly backed away from the door to the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. I would never have thought that those three … He turned in a whoosh and whirl of garish robes, hurrying back to the Floo connection in the sitting room. The three of them? Poor Tonks, no wonder she isn’t making much headway with Remus.
“Hershey’s?” Snape asked, his mouth full of chocolate.
“Ummm hmmmm. Place in the US, makes all sorts of chocolates and sweets,” Remus explained good-naturedly as his fingers unwrapped the silver foil from yet another tiny treat. “Try these ones, the cherry-chocolate.” He added, tossing yet another unopened bag towards Sirius who pounced on it predatorily, peering closely at the cellophane wrapper.
“And where, pray tell, did you get these?” Severus inquired with a gleam in his black eyes.
“Friend of ‘Dora’s father from the States,” Lupin responded, his mouth full of candy.
“Good friend,” praised Snape in a rare moment of camaraderie.
Remus nodded his agreement. Sirius looked up grinning crazily.
“How is my dear cousin, by the way?” jibed Sirius. Remus blushed just ever so slightly.
“Fine,” he replied quietly.
“How fine?” Severus chimed in.
Remus’ face then burnt bright red.
“Just never you mind, Severus,” Remus rebuked the dour man with a hint of threat in his voice. Snape sneered at him, one eyebrow arched in challenge. Remus stared him down, daring him to push just a little bit more. A greasy smile overtook Snape’s face, the kind of smile that made Remus worry, a lot.
“Hershey’s?” Snape inquired silkily, not breaking eye contact.
“Ummm hmmmm. Place in the US, makes all sorts of chocolates.”
A wicked gleam lit Sirius’ eyes. “Wonder -- if I pose as a leader dog -- do you think Albus would let us visit there?” Black pondered as his thick fingers fumbled at another thin foil wrapper encasing the small chocolate tidbit.
Albus whirled out of the hearth in a swirling cloud of purple and fuchsia silk robes and soot. He steadied himself with a hand on the mantle piece and shook even more soot from the folds of his robe.
Mumbling, Kreacher glowered up at the Headmaster from his lowly position nearer the floor, “Filthy, filthy, filth, filth, filth.” The house-elf proceeded to clean up the mess Albus left behind. Tut-tutting to himself, Albus shook his head at the little creature before exiting in search of his most useful spy.
As he neared the kitchen, Dumbledore overheard three voices: Remus, Sirius and Severus. Wonderful! The project is working! The old wizard’s blue eyes twinkled merrily. Until, the words from inside the kitchen became clearer to his aging ears. He stopped short, his hand resting on the doorframe. With a more serious countenance now, he pressed his ear to the wood in order to hear better.
“More kisses,” Snape snarled menacingly.
“You wanker, here.” Black answered quite effectively shutting Snape’s trap.
Surprise and shock registered on Dumbledore’s wrinkled features. Much like the twins, he seemed trapped in eavesdropping mode, unable to tear himself away from the conversation ongoing behind closed doors.
“Whose bloody bright idea were these stupid wrappers?” Lupin complained, the slight whine in his voice reminding Dumbledore of the proximity of the full moon.
“Indeed, they are more difficult than those others.” Snape observed dryly.
“But oh so worth the trouble of getting into them,” Black commented with a long low drawn-out moan.
“Oh yesssss,” Lupin answered him. “So smooth.”
“Sweetness,” groaned Snape.
“Damn near an orgasm,” Black answered.
Dumbledore hurriedly backed away from the door to the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. I would never have thought that those three … He turned in a whoosh and whirl of garish robes, hurrying back to the Floo connection in the sitting room. The three of them? Poor Tonks, no wonder she isn’t making much headway with Remus.
“Hershey’s?” Snape asked, his mouth full of chocolate.
“Ummm hmmmm. Place in the US, makes all sorts of chocolates and sweets,” Remus explained good-naturedly as his fingers unwrapped the silver foil from yet another tiny treat. “Try these ones, the cherry-chocolate.” He added, tossing yet another unopened bag towards Sirius who pounced on it predatorily, peering closely at the cellophane wrapper.
“And where, pray tell, did you get these?” Severus inquired with a gleam in his black eyes.
“Friend of ‘Dora’s father from the States,” Lupin responded, his mouth full of candy.
“Good friend,” praised Snape in a rare moment of camaraderie.
Remus nodded his agreement. Sirius looked up grinning crazily.
“How is my dear cousin, by the way?” jibed Sirius. Remus blushed just ever so slightly.
“Fine,” he replied quietly.
“How fine?” Severus chimed in.
Remus’ face then burnt bright red.
“Just never you mind, Severus,” Remus rebuked the dour man with a hint of threat in his voice. Snape sneered at him, one eyebrow arched in challenge. Remus stared him down, daring him to push just a little bit more. A greasy smile overtook Snape’s face, the kind of smile that made Remus worry, a lot.
“Hershey’s?” Snape inquired silkily, not breaking eye contact.
“Ummm hmmmm. Place in the US, makes all sorts of chocolates.”
A wicked gleam lit Sirius’ eyes. “Wonder -- if I pose as a leader dog -- do you think Albus would let us visit there?” Black pondered as his thick fingers fumbled at another thin foil wrapper encasing the small chocolate tidbit.