It's that time of the week again: Wednesday! You know what that means by now, I'm sure. :) I'd like to say an enormous thank you to everyone for such positive feedback with the last chapter. :D And announce the release of the next chapter. :)
Here's the preview:
Padfoot
was late home the next morning. He Flooed home just after nine, when Harry was
about to go through the fire himself to see what was going on. He was
supporting a pale, semi-conscious Moony and sporting a set of painful looking
cuts around his nose and mouth. Harry ran forward to help and together, they managed
to get Moony into one of the chairs.
“Morning,”
Padfoot said, touching a cut close to his eye. His hand came away bloody.
“Morning,”
Harry said, hurrying over to the pantry. His hand closed around a bottle of Dittany.
“Oh,
brilliant,” Padfoot said, spotting it. “Do you mind doing it? I can’t really
see...” Harry unscrewed the bottle while Padfoot took a seat and tilted his
head back. Harry sat on the table and carefully dripped Dittany into each of
the cuts. It was obvious now, that they were bite marks.
“There,”
he said, as the cuts hissed and closed over. One on the side of Padfoot’s nose
left a scar but the rest healed seamlessly.
“Cheers,
kiddo.”
“Is
Moony-?”
Enjoy! :D
MarauderLover7.
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