|Scene Title||Revenge of the Gnomes|
|Synopsis||Lupin visits Harry in the Burrow the day after Harry arrives.|
|Date||Jun 26, 1994|
|Watch For||Gnome Reinforcements!|
The Weasley residence is a brisk walk back off the main road, hidden by the greenery and a few magical enhancements. Upon first glance, this looks like a normal little country home. The grass is lush and green with the odd weed poking up, the hedges are kept neatly trimmed. There are even a few chickens pecking around in the yard. As stated earlier, this residence appears normal, until you get a glance of the house. It looks as if it were once a stone pigpen, and rooms had just been built to and around it. The home looks as if it has four stories and there are five chimneys poking out of it. There is no way that this home could be staying upright without the aid of the supernatural. Behind the house and to the side is a shed where Mr. Weasley tinkers about. A pond is nearby with overgrown grass around it. Every now and then a garden gnome races across the yard with a mad giggle of glee adding to the occasional noise provided by the family ghoul.
Inside the home, the kitchen is a small and quite cramped room. Occupying the center of the room is a wooden table surrounded by chairs. Placed against the wall is a grandfather styled clock with only one hand. Instead of numbers on the clockface it has things like 'Time to make tea,' 'Time to Feed the Chickens,' 'You're late,' 'At Work,' and so forth. A fireplace with a large mantelpiece occupies a large portion of the inside wall. Magically oriented cookbooks are kept stacked across the fireplace mantel. Placed upon the mantel next to the books is an old radio tuned into the Wizard Wireless Network. Despite the low income, it seems something delicious can always be found cooking in here.
The sitting area contains a fireplace with a stone mantel. Placed upon the mantel are photographs of the family and a muggle style clock. Positioned back a safe distance from the fireplace is a squashy sofa of indeterminable color. A thin and faded rug is on the floor in front of it. Small end tables have been placed at either end of the sofa. Lamps have been placed on each one, on top of lace doilies. Two lace curtained windows look out into the front garden.
Early morning at the Burrow, and while it's early enough for most of the house to not be awake yet…only two people are. One of them, Harry, sits at the table in the kitchen, reading this morning's edition of the Daily Prophet. Molly, the other awake person, is out in the garden, basket floating beside her while she uses her wand to collect items for the day's meals.
As Molly being the only one outside at the moment, she might be attuned to hearing a small 'pop' a short ways away, a few feet from the fence. The visitor? Well, a rather tired looking wizard with shaggy clothing and a faded suitcase, small hat atop his head as he opens the squeaky gate and approaches the house with a slow gait. The wizard is none other than Remus Lupin.
"Hello, Remus." Molly says, having noticed the man Apparating in, with a smile. "Harry's inside." she says, inclining her head towards the house. "Just got here last night." she adds, glancing back ot her garden. Inside the house, Harry looks up for a moment from his reading. He could have sworn he heard a pop outside. Looking around, the only thing moving is the scrubbing brush and dishes in the sink.
Lupin offers Molly a soft smile. "Hello, Molly. It's nice to see you. Doing well this morning, I trust?" His gaze turns now to the house. "Ah, good. Good. I hope you don't mind the intrusion? I felt the need to see how he was doing." He says, turning back to her. "How is your son, Ronald?" He asks, almost as if stalling for a moment before actually going inside.
In the garden, the basket bobs along as carrots, tomatoes, and other vegetables float along into it. "As well as can be expected, yes." Molly replies, wiggling her wand and shooting a spell at a gnome that popped up from one of the carrot holes. "Oh Ron is well, though I suppose I'll have to teach him again how to properly degnome the garden." Pausing for a moment, she looks at Lupin. "How are you faring?"
Watching the basket bob along, Lupin nods. "And as hard as work as always, I see." He gives her a tiny nod. "Still having problems with those gnomes? Remind me before I leave, I'll help you out with that. I might have a trick or two up my sleeve to help." He gives a little sigh and smile towards Molly. "I'm as well as can be expected." He says, nodding slightly. "Just making my way, trying to find a new job. Might have to concede once more and work at one of the various shops in Knockturn Alley. They seem to be one of the only places that seem to take my kind any more." He shrugs, looking back up to the door. "Well, I suppose I should be heading inside. Check up on Harry." He smiles at Molly before heading inside.
Molly smiles, nodding as she flicks her wand and sets the basket back to work. As Lupin mentions the job search, her face falls for a brief second, before she recovers and smiles. "You know Albus would have let you stay if you chose to. But I understand the pressure of families and their opinions." she states, offering him the best she can manage of a reassuring smile. "Harry'll be glad to see you, I'm sure." she adds, before turning to blast at another gnome. Inside the house, Harry hears the sound of the door opening, but doesn't look up from the paper. It's probably just Molly anyhow. Instead, he continues reading the article containing the latest updates on the hunt for Sirius.
Lupin smiles and nods. "I know, but it's true. Most families are not as open as yours is, Molly." Closing the door behind him as he enters the home, he makes a direct b-line for the kitchen. Placing his suitcase off to the side as he enters the kitchen and taking off his hat, he smiles at Harry. "Good Morning, Mister Potter." He says calmly and collected.
Now there's a voice that Harry didn't expect to hear. Especially one so soon after school let out. Then again, he also didn't expect to be at the Burrow either. At least the Dursley's didn't put up too much of a resistence. "Professor Lupin!" Harry, exclaims, discarding the Prophet aside. Yeah yeah, he's not a professor anymore but, what else would Harry call him?
An unexpected surprise can be a good one at that. "Hello, Harry!" Lupin seems happy to see the boy. "How are you?" He chuckles. "Doing well?" He glances at the paper as he approaches. "Ah, the Daily Prophet. As you can tell, our friend is still on the loose and nowhere to be found…by the Ministry anyway."
"Better than Dudley, right now, I suppose." Harry grins, propping one arm up on the back of the chair he occupies. "He tried to help Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia try to stop me from leaving. Distracted him with some prank candy Fred and George seem to be working on in secret. Last I saw, he was turning purple." Yeah, he can't help but laugh at the image, until Sirius is mention. He stops just as quickly as he started. "I keep hoping to see some mention of where he might be. Hoping he might be nearby and I can go visit him."
Lupin smiles softly and nods. "Some candy that turned him purple? Oh my…actually, reminds me of something your father and Sirius would have done in their school days. Create some kind of candy that would cause any number of atrocities." He shakes his head. "Well, I don't if the Prophet will know exactly where he is, in whisper or otherwise, but I can assure you, Harry, that Sirius is quite safe for the time being. As is his new friend, that Hippogriff Buckbeak. A bit hungry, perhaps, but he'll survive. He always does." He speaks as though he may actually know where Sirius is at the moment.
Memories of the events of the end of year flood back for a moment to Harry. The things the Trio accomplished. The lives saved. For a moment, Harry smiles before nodding. "I just hope he stays that way." he says, and then quickly adds, "Safe, I mean." If Harry picks up on the chance that Sirius' location might be known, he doesn't mention it. "Well, maybe Fred and George are taking a page from your book then with these candies."
Taking a seat across from Harry, Lupin watches him for a moment, nodding. "He will. Dumbledore and I will make sure of it." He lets out a soft sigh before he grins. "Well, let's hope not. At least not completely. We got in plenty of trouble, the four of us, when we were the age all of you are now. Filch had a hard time keeping up with us, but when he did…well, that's another story." He looks at Harry with soft eyes. "This past year at the school…it was certainly a different change of pace. Something I'd hoped you three would never have to deal with."
"This is Fred and George we're talking about." Harry grins, shaking his head. He's known then for three years now. No chance of that. "I've heard that Filch has a whole draw just on the twins alone." On the table, he picks up his goblet of pumpkin juice, taking a sip. The pitcher of juice, as well as a couple of extra goblets sit nearby. "Yeah, well, at least I didn't have to face Voldemort. Just had to face an army of Dementors and save my godfather from death." he says, almost as if it is become routine.
Lupin smiles a little. "Fred and George do seem to have a bit of a knack for getting in trouble…" He says, thinking about that for a moment. "But I'm sure they have nothing but the best of intentions." With a nod and a snap of his fingers, a slides in front of him while he reaches out to grad the jug of pumpkin juice, pouring it into his cup. "No…you didn't have to face Voldemort. Twice in a life time is more than most people can say even once." He says with a sympathetic tone. "You were lucky to survive that Dementor attack and to save Sirius. I just wish I could have been more of a help instead of nearly causing physical harm to yourself and Ms. Granger."
"You couldn't help what happened, Professor." Harry answers, offering up a reassuring smile. "At least no one was seriously injured. Or killed" he adds, nodding slightly. "But…" there's a moment of hesitation in his voice. "You do know he's going to return someday, right?" he asks, reaching up to touch his scar. "I can feel it."
Lupin smiles softly. "Perhaps not, but we can always wish and dream." He ponders for a moment. "Well, I suppose Mr. Weasly was the most injured of the night. I trust he is doing just fine now? Madame Pomfrey is a very skilled witch." He smiles before his features become more serious at the mention of a certain dark wizard's return. "I've never truly believed Voldemort was gone. I've had a suspicion, as many have, that he'll return. We'll be more prepared, though."
Harry nods in agreement. "It's like I saw him in my first year. Just a shadow on the wind. No real form." he says, sipping gingerly from his goblet. "I guess we'll have to be." he adds, then nods about Ron. "He's fine. Back to his old self the moment Madam Pomfrey had him fixed up. Couldn't get him to stop eating at the Leaving Feast though."
Lupin sighs softly, listening. "He is powerful, Voldemort is. Powerful enough to possess another, I suppose, as you have seen. That is a dark magic, though, much like anything he does." He frowns. "If I had the chance once more, I would have taught you much more than the Patronus Charm and how to defeat dark creatures. There is so much more out there than the Defence Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts teaches. It's hard to know what's important to teach the students beyond the regular curriculum. But if you ever have a question, I'd be more than happy to answer. I am a mere owl away."
Harry still hasn't quite mastered the Patronus fully, but at the carefully placed offer of learning more, he smiles. "I appreciate the offer, Professor. And if I need it, I will send Hedwig." he replies, glancing back at the paper for a moment. Sirius' picture still swinging side to side and looking like he is screaming. "I think the Prophet needs a new picture." he comments offhandedly.
Lupin nods firmly. "Of course. Wouldn't think otherwise for one of my star pupils. Not least of which the boy-who-lived…a few times." He smiles. He chuckles as he looks down at the picture of Sirius in the paper. "Not the most flattering of pictures, no. But they want to make him look like as big a monster as possible. Though they catch his shagginess quite well, if I do say so myself."
Harry looks for a moment and grins. "Yeah, I suppose they did." he says, flipping the paper over. Enough with the evil image. "Still, part of me wishes we could tell them the truth. Then he wouldn't have to hide." he explains, sighing softly. "But as Professor Dumbledore mentioned, we have no proof. Who would believe us."
Lupin smiles at Harry. "If a certain Peter Pettigrew hadn't escaped, we may very well have been able to tell the truth. Unfortunately, he got away." He nods and shrugs. "Professor Dumbledore is quite right on that. No one would believe us. It's a shame, really, but that's how the world works I'm afraid. Plenty of distrust."
For a moment, Harry had forgotten about Peter. Maybe it was the excitement of being rescued from the Dursleys. Or that letter from Sirius granting him Hogsmeade permission. "Yeah, I suppose." he nods, taking a moment before he looks back up. "So, how long are you staying, Professor?"
Lupin nods slightly, not pushing the matter of Peter any more. "Oh, not terribly long. Part of the day, at least. I'm meeting our dear friend later to check in with him. I can't leave him out there by himself for too long of a period…he might go mad if I did." He says softly.
Harry's eyes widen just a bit. "Sirius." he grins. "You're going to see Sirius!" Yes, he almost wants to ask if he can go, but would rather not deal with the disappointment. "Can you take him a message for me?" he asks, pulling out a folded piece of paper. "I was going to send it with Hedwig, but…."
Lupin grins and nods. "Yes, I am indeed. Going to feed him and his big feathered friend, and catch up on old times." He smiles. "Of course. I'll deliver the message directly to him."
Passing the paper across the table towards Lupin, Harry nods. "I'm sure Mrs. Weasley would be willing to spare some fresh vegetables to take along. She's got enough of them." he grins, the ever so subtle hint that he could use less vegetables clearly evident. Of course, at that point, Molly sticks her head in the window, cheeks covered in dirt. "Sorry to interrupt, Remus. Harry, dear, would you go fetch Ron. I need you two to help me out with these gnomes. They seem to be gathering…well…reinforcements."
Lupin grins a little, pocketing the note. "Well, maybe Molly would be so generous." He nods firmly, gazing over at her as she pokes her head through the window. "Well, looks like you've got your work ahead of you. Have fun, Harry." He grins.
"Right away, Mrs. Weasley." Harry grins, pushing himself away from the table and standing up. "Thanks, Professor. Best get Ron. Mrs. Weasley doesn't like to be kept waiting." he says, grinning as he turns and starts to bound up the stairs.