Chapter 26
The soft crackle of the fire serenades the empty room, filling the silence with a soft melody that reminds him of the fact that he's all alone. Their parents left hours ago, doing lord knows what, and lord knows he doesn't want to know - and Harry, well, he's not quite sure. He thinks he recalls seeing him slink out the back door to the woods a good half hour or so ago, so for now, he just assumes he's all by his lonesome. And he takes major advantage of that, pulling on the large sweatshirt he stole from Harry and walking outside in just his socks to gather k****e and logs for the fireplace. Without all the bodies, it becomes overwhelmingly obvious how chilly it is inside, so he puts his fire skills to the test. As soon as he sits down in front of it though, rubbing his sweater paws, the
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