Tonks offered to keep him warm that night, but Harry mock-glared and threatened to tell Remus about her ‘extracurricular activities’. Tonks and the Weasleys remained until Harry assured them he had the situation well in hand. Figg’s head, and to ensure the ‘owl drop’ was neutralized. Moody departed to establish a secure perimeter, while Remus apparated to Little Whinging, to implant a memory of Harry’s safe arrival in Mrs. Hermione grinned a ‘good bye’ over her shoulder. She smiled warmly at him as she led her child away. She’d also seen Harry several times before, and met him once, and had found him worthy. Hermione had written of him constantly throughout the past five years, describing in detail, his tribulations and the ingenuity he showed in overcoming them.
More, she was an excellent judge of character. She was more than aware of the electricity between the teens. Mackenzie Granger was none too happy with Harry, considering Hermione’s injuries, and the reasons for them, but settled for glaring at the ebon-haired lad. Hermione, of course, had departed Kings Cross with her parents after promising to see him very soon, and giving him, warm hug and a lingering kiss on the cheek. Harry formally instructed the house to allow unlimited access to his companions.
Harry handed each of the group a slip of paper, with the words: ‘Harry Potter lives at #12 Grimmauld Place, London.’ As soon as they’d read the words the ugly brownstone popped into view. #12 Grimmauld place was dreary and depressing as always.
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