A Spoon of Silver

“What the bloody buggering fuck -”An old man stood with his wand drawn in the sitting room, glaring at Sirius. Clearly newly flooed into the cabin.“Donnie, has he killed you?” The man shouted. “Donal Macmillan!”“Quiet down old bastard lest you wake my grandmother from her grave.”The stranger huffed and lowered his wand as Donal walked into the kitchen.“You have a wanted man in your home, what was I supposed to think?”“To think that you believe an Englishman would be able to one-up me, it’s insulting Walsh.”Sirius looked between them in exasperation.“What’s going on?”Harry entered the kitchen looking confused, his sleep-filled eyes looking between the wizards.“Is that the Potter boy?” The stranger named Walsh questioned with a frown. “What in Merlin’s tits have you been up to!”Donal Macmillan cleared his throat.“Let’s pop open a bottle whilst my great-nephew feeds his godson.”

Do not take the politics seriously!This is a fanfiction written as a form of amusement, please read it as such :)(Do excuse me for my failures pertaining the grammar. I write, I read and I publish whilst not taking it too seriously. Cheers!)