Harry's POV
Now, Harry and his gang were resting at Padfoot's, who was ecstatic about being a free man, but agreed with the kids and maintained his glamor. Waters said that the best he could do was get his side of the story in the newspapers. That was a gamble though. As it was Rita was printing the Ministry's side, and it didn't look good for Sirius. The hard part was that she was being completely honest. He didn't know if that was Harry's curse, or she learned her lesson. Either way, he couldn't dispute her articles.
Perhaps, he'd pick up his life when the heat died down. Hopefully the work he was doing with the kids in getting funds for Hogwarts would go a long way getting recognized in the public. He had already sold off many of the antiques and made a ton of money. They had set up a vault, and wasn't that a fun visit, that would be given to the school when they were done with the Room. Harry's fund for the homeless was also growing strong. Only Sirius knew about it, since he was selling stuff for the kid.
Sirius was hopeful that one day he could walk down Diagon Alley as himself. After all, if Malfoy could get away with being a murderer, he was sure that he could get his life back, eventually, maybe. Well, he'd see. If worse came to worse, he'd stay under the glamor, open new vaults, transfer the old ones, and call the Black Family Line dead. He had little love for the family's history, maybe it was time to start a new line.
The kids had just finished tea, and were all talking about how Snape was gone, and the new professor was loads better. The way his friends were talking almost made Harry want to sit in on the class. He didn't remember how the greasy git taught but had been told enough that he was glad the bastard was gone.
"He is ever so instructive. When he taught his first class, he was shocked that we didn't know anything about safety. It took two sessions to teach us what we should have learned in first year," Hermione gushed, bouncing in her seat, making the boys look down. She was thinking about how much she admired the new teacher and didn't note where those wandering eyes were. Besides, it didn't hurt that the new teacher was youngish, and not bad on the eyes.
"He is really smart," agreed Luna with a dreamy smile. "It's too bad he will get that job offer next year," she predicted with a vacant look.
"Luna, you can't know that," the bushy-haired witch said with a great deal of exasperation.
"And you can't prove she's wrong," Neville stated, not wanting to see the two argue again.
"Fine, but when he's here next year, then I reserve the right to say, 'I told you so'," she huffed.
"Let's not fight," Harry said from the chair to the right of Neville. "How are things going with Lupin?" he asked Luna.
"He's getting better. He finally grasped that you can do almost anything if you put your mind to it. Mr. Lupin is a very smart man, albeit stubborn, and I am glad that he has progressed as well as he has," she answered with a serene smile. It had taken a bit of work, but she did get the tenacious man to do wandless magic. "He's also been working with the twins, they seem to be able to get things through his head in ways of pranks," she added.
"I'm not sure how I feel about those for getting together all the time," Harry said with a smirk. He just knew that they would cause chaos.
"Where are the troublemakers?" Hermione asked, looking around the room for the four missing men. She remembered the twins coming in but had been so caught up in her description of the new Potions Master that she had no idea where they went. Or that the older men left.
"Out making trouble," the dark-haired wizard said with a smile to show he was joking. "Seriously, they're upstairs planning something. I know Sirius and Lupin are talking about selling more furniture, or at least they were. Then the twins showed, and they sequestered themselves in the upstairs bedroom."
"Oh, dear, that could be bad," she fretted.
"Let's go to Hogsmeade. I need some warmer shirts, and a heavier jacket," the boy hero suggested as he got up, and headed to the tunnel.
The girls squealed at the thought of dressing Harry again, while Neville just shook his head. The group made their way to Tylor's Threads, and commenced with the shopping. It only took an hour to get him outfitted for Scotland winters, and they started their way to the Shack. They needed to sneak back onto the grounds since it wasn't a Hogsmeade weekend. When they left the violent tree's reach, they made their way to the Great Hall for dinner chatting and laughing.
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