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Bailey is late, but at least she has a good excuse.
“Get out of here,” Potter snarled, actually pulling his wand. He seemed to get touchier and touchier as the years went on. “You have absolutely no right to be here, O’Bailey.”
“He’s my godfather, O’Bailey,” Potter said angrily. “He’s all I got. And if something you or one of your nasty friend do gets him locked back up in Azkaban or even worse—”
“Sirius,” Harry began in warning voice. “I realize she’s your daughter and all, but she’s also a Slytherin. I know that she pals around with Malfoy and a bunch of other Death Eaters’ kids. Is it really a good idea to tell her about the Order?”
“Not a step further, Black!” she roared. Despite her obvious anger, Sirius could make out the tears in her eyes. “I know wha’ yeh did! I may not have magic, but I do have a brain!”
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