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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5783428/5/"I can't believe you did that!" Harry half laughed/half shouted. They were on the front lawn after a hastily eaten breakfast.
Remus smiled and shrugged, 'Who me?' written all over his face. "Actually," he replied, "I didn't." He paused, stretching out the punch line. "I told Padfoot."
"And he went running to Rita Skeeter,' Hermione finished. Shaking her head, she paused, "Did you tell him anything else?"
His eyes twinkling to rival Dumbledore's, Moony of the Marauders sat on a bench, crossed his legs and adopted his best professorial pose. "I may have mentioned a few things."
With a wide grin, Harry prompted, "Give, Remus."
With a small smile, Moony elaborated, "We may have discussed Barty Crouch and his son, Dolores Umbridge and her penchant for torture devices, Lucius Malfoy and a hidden chamber under his drawing room floor." Shaking his head in mock confusion, Moony whinged, "There's so much I believe I've lost track."
"You're not going to go to the DMLE…" Hermione observed in unabashed respect.
The smug smile in place, Moony nodded, "We're going to use Rita Skeeter as our stalking horse."
"You're a god," Harry joked. "Uncle Moony, when I grow up, can I be just like you?" Harry teased in a little boy voice.
Shaking his head, Moony replied, "As I told your father, young Harry, you're not nearly good looking enough."
They all dissolved in laughter.
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