Chapter 96:
Harry just about held back his snort of derision - that was an exceptionally weak excuse. He wondered if the old man was really becoming that desperate.
"Thank you, Headmaster," Harry said, allowing him for a moment to think he had won. "However, I will have to decline. I love being in Ravenclaw."
Albus felt his elation crash and narrowed his eyes. "I see, you’re certain?"
"Yes," Harry said smiling.
"Very well then, I shall be going. Do enjoy the rest of your holiday," Albus said, his voice clipped as he thought about how the boy refused to do as he was told.
Walking him back to the parlour, Harry sent Sirius a look which had the animagus biting his lip to stop himself from laughing. He did so love winding the old fool up.
After Dumbledore’s visit the rest of the summer flew by - the only thing to break it up being the promised surprise visit from the Department of Children’s Protection. It was Joanne Mirwood herself who came, much to the relief of Remus and Harry.
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