Grimmauld Place
Sirius knew he had to go home.
He couldn’t mentally afford to go “camping” again.
He was verbally reprimanded by McGonagall that he isn’t setting a “good example,” or whatever that means.
Why did they think that having a roof over his head at his childhood home filled with trauma would help him any? The world may never know.
——
Hedwig had made good friends with the dragon this year.
She really didn’t want to leave him behind, but, she knew that Hagrid would never give him up.
A great idea popped into her head.
She would just invite Hagrid to visit wherever it is that they would be staying at this year.
Problem solved.
—
When the school year officially ended, all of the students were relieved.
Hopefully, they won’t have to see that dog ever again. Hopefully.
Dumbledore stood up at the podium during the end-of-the-year feast in a sad, plain purple robe. A bleak appearance.
He still had his beat up Hello Kitty boots.
(Snape couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t. When Dumbledore was asleep and Fawkes was out, he set fire to every godforsaken article of clothing the old man purchased within the past year.)
He announced that the dog was given a rabies shot, so no one should be afraid to come up and pet him now.
Only a couple Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs braved this information.
They still feared for their hand.
——
They left through the floo, not wanting to draw even more attention through the train ride.
Dumbledore really, truly, desperately wanted to come with them.
But alas, he was forcibly trapped in the castle this summer by his staff.
(He doesn’t want to work!)
They went through a fireplace that came out close to his house.
They trekked until he found it.
When Sirius stood in front of that door, he was hit with bad feelings right away. Similar to that poisonous spider he ate while locked up.
He knew it in his gut that he should’ve never came back here. It was bad enough the first time around.
The air was already laced with a heavy and dark energy, an overlaying feeling of dread sitting at the outskirts like a light layer of snow.
But, he opened the door and went inside anyway.
Hedwig followed after Dobby, last in line.
Sirius made them duck as a random swarm of doxies flew by.
“Well.”
He turns his head back slightly to address his occupants.
“Welcome… home…”
Dobby’s staring straight at the decapitated house elf heads all over the wall.
His eyes turned slowly towards Sirius with terror.
“This. This is not what it looks like?”
“I can explain, I swear this isn’t what-“
Another voice cut him off mid-sentence, loud and creaky.
“How dare blood-traitor master talk badly about the elves loyal to the Noble House of Black?”
Everyone stared at the new elf who appeared out of thin air.
Kreacher’s rage quickly dissipated as he glanced at the decapitated house elf heads on the wall and smiled. His pride was evident and his expression turned smug.
“Kreacher’s parents were loyal servants to the Great Blacks.”
A towel appeared in his hands as he gently brushed dust off their faces.
He whispers under his breath, “No one else will touch you.”
Okay…
“This does not make Dobby feel any better!”
Dobby clung onto Harry’s leg.
“Please, Harry Potter! Dobby would like to leave now!”
Harry pushes his glasses back up his nose, a tie safely wrapping around the back of his head to keep them on.
“This is, well, a little too much, don’t you think?”
Harry looks around oddly, feeling as if some force is calling out to his magic and beckoning him further.
Sirius, who has had a grossed out expression ever since they got here, explained that if they didn’t want to be murdered in their sleep, the heads stay.
As a middle aged lady on the wall starts screaming bloody murder, Hedwig makes a conscious decision to herself that she will not be spending much time in this house.
Sorry boys, you’ll be on your own this time.
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A couple days later, before Hedwig decided to peace out, she invited Hagrid and his dragon over.
This led to head-aurors and obliviators being called, for the dragon had accidentally caused a stampede through a local muggle park.