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Chapter 8

Werewolves and Cigarettes

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Remus couldn't believe his eyes. Harry was standing right in front of him, a cigarette in his mouth, laughing with the most famous street gang in England! But the cigarette was what caught his eyes first. Of all the people he could spot smoking why did it have to be Harry? Was he stupid? No. Just scared.

Remus couldn't control it. He couldn't have Harry smoking and slowly ruining his life.

"Harry James Potter, what the HELL do you think you're doing!?" Remus yelled as he approached the Raiders.

Harry quickly threw his cigarette to the ground and covered it with his foot. He gave Remus a fake innocent look.

"Um, Remus, how are you today?"

"You're coming home with me this instant young man!"

"Remus you-"

Remus grabbed him by the back of his shirt and began to drag him down the street, yelling the whole way. Harry hated it when werewolves got ugly.

Once they reached the front porch Remus opened the door and threw Harry inside. Remus grabbed Harry's shirt again and dragged him into the kitchen, still yelling. Sirius, having heard the yelling came running into the kitchen.

"Guess what I found Harry doing today?" Remus yelled

"What was he doing?" Sirius asked

"Smoking! The idiot was smoking!"

"What! Harry is this true?"

"Yes" Harry said in a small voice.

"Are you stupid?! I thought you were smarter than that!"

"I'm sorry"

"You're sorry? YOU'RE SORRY! How could you be so stupid! Smoking!"

"And he was hanging out with the Raiders" added Remus

"The Raiders?!" yelled Sirius "You were hanging out with the Raider?! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"I'm sorry BLACK but it's my life and I can do whatever I want! You have no authority over me!" yelled Harry

"I will not be spoken to like that! I am you godfather and you will listen to me!"

"And what if I don't want to?"

Harry ran out of the kitchen and up to his room. Sirius was lost for words. What had possessed his godson? And how come all of a sudden he was calling him Black? He was so worried, but he didn't know what to do.

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Harry was lying down on his bed with his face in his pillow. He soon got bored so he pulled out the bottles of beer that he'd been hiding under his invisibility cloak under his bed. He opened one of the bottle and quickly gulped down the contents. After his first bottle he went to his second. And his third and fourth and so on. He finished hi sixth but decided to stop. He put the unopened bottles back under his invisibility cloak and under his bed.

He tumbled over to his desk and ran down on it. He was really dizzy.

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Sirius was reading the daily prophet in the kitchen. He wondered why Harry was being so quiet and began to get worried. Maybe something bad happened like suicide or Voldemort. He ran up the stairs to check up on him. He opened the door. What he found was a big surprise.

Harry was drunk!