“Black,” said a menacing growl, “You’ve got an assignment.”
Sirius jumped out of his seat, wand out and ready. “Finally,
Moody, what is it?”
“You’re to protect the daughter of the muggle Prime Minister.”
Sirius froze, oblivious to the fits of laughter that sounded next to him.
“Potter,” Moody barked, “You too.”
The smile was wiped off of James’ face.
This was certainly not
what they'd expected.