“Molly’s going to kill me.”
It had become Remus’ mantra of late, and currently, Bill was inclined to agree. She would do it quietly, and after Harry had gone back to school, so as not to traumatize him, but if Bill hadn’t seen Lupin in a few days after spring term started, he wouldn’t plan on eating anything that had meat as a main ingredient.
But honestly, what was that man thinking, giving a kid as disturbed as Harry a motorbike for Christmas?
“What do you think?” Remus asked.
“Molly’s going to kill you!” Harry replied with a wild grin.