Remus Lupin woke with a start, sniffing the air in alarm. Something was definitely on fire in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. He was out of bed and hurrying down the hall before he realized it, following his nose in embarrassingly wolf-like fashion, grey dressing gown billowing out behind him.
The trailed ended at the kitchen, where smoke billowed
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