"Oof!"
"Sirius!!!"
Harry slid down the polished bannister and ran to the shaggy black dog that stood excitedly wagging its tail in front of the fireplace.
Said boy wrapped his arms around the dog's torso and the dog emitted a discontented huff before licking Harry's cheek.
He giggled.
"Stoppit, Siri!"
A taller man followed at a more sedate pace and amused red eyes followed the boy and the dog whose hugging session had escalated to a game of chase-the-dog.
"Harry? Are you and your new puppy ready to go to the room?"
Tom watched as Harry got a glint in his eye.
"Why, yes, Tommy! I would love to take my new puppy upstairs!"
"Do you have a name for your puppy?"
"Yes, in fact I do. His name is Snuffles!"
The hence-named 'Snuffles' let out a menacing growl.
Harry only beamed and squatted down to the dog's level.
"Snuffles! Good boy! Oooh! I can't wait to introduce you to Auntie Bella! She'll be so excited!" Harry cooed as he petted the dog.
The dog looked very put out.
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The West Wing was the rooming wing for the Death Eaters Tom would break out of Azkaban in a few months.
It was organized based on rank, with the Outer Circle on the higher floors.
The East Wing, directly across on the stairway net from the West Wing, was the designated personal Wing.
There, a huge Master bedroom was located.
It was one of four bedrooms in the East Wing, the other three going to Sirius, Bella and Rodo, and Stan.
Harry had been rather adamant about putting his pseudo-family in the same Wing with them and so, Tom being the merciful Lord he was, had acquiesced.
Or, at least, that's what he told himself.
After the little doggy-fiasco, Harry had helped Sirius settle into the room to the left of the Master bedroom while Tom had hightailed it to his study (also in the East Wing) so as not to be subject to Harry's teasing.
He hoped to Merlin that those two Gryffindors didn't break anything.
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Sweet Revenge
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