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Harry wasn't entirely sure what to think. Besides the fact that sleepless nights were not conducive to spending a day with a couple of rowdy children. He'd expected Teddy to cause some trouble - he always did. But pairing him with Scorpius? Horrible idea. His godson's excitable personality was clearly rubbing off entirely too easily on Scorpius. The only good news was that the five year old was collapsing twenty minutes after lunch for a nap, Perry as his pillow since the crash had occurred on the floor of the parlor. Kreacher had retreated to his cupboard not long after breakfast and retreat really was the right word for that desperate fleei

Whatever he'd been expecting, it hadn't been this. Ernie Macmillan - maybe; it was difficult to recognize the bloke with half his face smashed to bits - was in the hallway, leaned heavily against the wall, wand clutched in one shaking fist. Ron was saying he'd come from nowhere, actually, which made little sense to Harry. And, from Ron's baffled expression, it made just as much sense to him. "Macmillan?" Harry tried, cautiously moving towards him. His good eye swiveled in Harry's direction and there was a heavy beat of silence before a brittle "Harry?" was breathed. "Ernie." Harry pulled out his polyjuice antidote and chucked it at him, waite