[HP] The Order of the Phoenix Family

Long hair has the advantage of long hair: it saves you from cutting it.

Long hair has trouble with long hair: a whole lot.

"I don't know how my mother can stand it." Sirius said, throwing his long hair behind his back, "I have to dig out the bathroom drain every two days, otherwise the falling hair will block my bathroom into a swimming pool .is there any spell that will fix this?"

"Huh? Well, oh," Tonks replied.She had just finished the big night shift, her mind wasn't turning at all, and Sirius didn't expect her niece to answer, put breakfast in front of Tonks, and went upstairs when she started stuffing food into her mouth like a zombie .

Tonks stuffed his stomach, pulled three chairs together and lay down for a nap, refreshed like a typical young Auror.She stumbled as she got up, knocked over a chair, and gave a long stretch.In the process of clearing and breaking the dishes, she thought of the person who prepared her breakfast, and thought of thanking Sirius, when the kitchen door opened.

Realizing that it was Remus who had walked in, Tonks broke the plate she had repaired yet again. The atmosphere between them has been a little tense lately, and she hasn't made up her mind what to do about it.And a gentle and kind person like Remus would naturally pull out his wand to help clean up the physical mess, in order to ease the embarrassment and find out the topic, Tonks searched his stomach for a few seconds and said, "Have you seen Sirius? "

"I think he's in the attic, what?"

"I want to thank him for the breakfast." Remus put the dishes in the sink and washed them. He was such a good man. "Oh, and he said he lost his hair a lot recently, so he made me breakfast."

Remus was taken aback for a moment, "Hair loss?"

"Yes, the drain is often blocked in the shower or something. I don't know if there is a mental reason. I know that many people lose their hair when they are stressed." Remus was too close. Under his gaze, Tonk Adams hardly knew what he was talking about.

Remus frowned slightly, lost in thought.

The next day, it happened that Remus was in charge of the guards near Hogwarts. He greeted his partner, Kingsley, and walked away temporarily to meet with Professor McGonagall.In fact, what he really needs to see is Snape, but Snape will try his best to embarrass Sirius with this matter, and Minerva should know how to persuade Snape Pu crafts potions that help.

"Hair loss?" Mag pursed her lips.

"Tonks said it might have something to do with too much mental stress." Remus said worriedly, "You know Sirius' style, never showing weakness, but no one can leave Azkaban intact. He just lost his hair I’m afraid it’s luck.”

The female professor nodded with a serious expression, "I see, I'll see what I can do."

McGonagall did know how to avoid conflict: she never asked Snape, but Molly.That's right, one would assume that a mother of seven would be better at things like conditioning, whether it's supplementing nutrients to relieve hair loss as a surface symptom, or soothing invisible wounds with tenderness and warmth.

"He always looks so strong, I didn't even think about it..." Molly blamed herself, "I should have thought about it, the bad things he went through, and he was being hunted... Of course he There was a lot of pressure, and I blamed him, I really..."

"Take care of him for us, okay?" Mag was also a little emotional, "Help him recover as soon as possible before the symptoms are serious. Otherwise, when he looks in the mirror, he finds that he has alopecia areata again or his hairline has become too high Would be even sadder—no offense to Arthur."

"No problem." Molly nodded firmly, and had already planned Sirius' dinner for the next week. "The kids are all at school or working. I'm usually not busy, so I can visit him more."

Molly not only took action by herself, but also added a little more of McGonagall's meaning, and conveyed it to her husband, children, and all members of the Burrow, calling on everyone to be better to Sirius, including being with Sirius. His niece who has always had a good relationship with Reese.Tonks was completely unaware that these were follow-up effects, and instead corroborated Molly's words with what she said to Remus, and the two of them finalized Sirius' tragic situation one by one.

Two days later in the morning, Ron pushed away breakfast to make room for Piggy and took down his mother's letter.He flattened the letter with the bread in his mouth, looked at it, his eyes widened, and the bread dropped.

"What happened?" Hermione asked, putting down the newspaper.

"Have you been writing to Si-Cy lately, Harry?" Ron poked at his buddy.

"The last one was two weeks ago, what's wrong?" Harry said blankly.

"He's bald!" Ron said with his usual hyperbolic rhetoric. "My mother said that he was locked up in the headquarters, and he cried every day because of his depression, and he lost a lot of hair! It's almost lost by now!"

"What?" Harry and Hermione exclaimed simultaneously.

They left the table as fast as they could, and Ron didn't even bother to eat another piece of bread.Arriving in an empty corridor, Ron took out the letter he had just received and pointed out the relevant sentences to his two friends.

"I don't know if he was crying when he locked himself in the room or the attic." The red-haired boy read, "I wouldn't be surprised if it was me, and I wouldn't think it would be embarrassing... Going bald must have been unbearable for a handsome and proud man like him."

"God, C-cold," said Harry, a little guilty. "He never told me...and I didn't ask."

"I've read that people may indeed experience a series of physical symptoms including hair loss when they are stressed or traumatized." Hermione said seriously, "Considering the experience and situation of the cold, he The symptoms could be worse. If this goes on for a long time, it may become irreversible, which is too bad."

"My mum says she's already babysiting him," said Ron. "She wants you to go back and see him, Harry, maybe we can ask Professor McGonagall? She likes your dad and Sirius a lot, doesn't she?"

"I'll go after class at noon." Harry said resolutely, making up his mind that McGonagall would go to Dumbledore if he disagreed. He should have cared about Sirius long ago.

"Wandering around during class time." A cold voice sounded behind them, and Ron shuddered and dropped the letter.Before he could lean over to pick it up, the parchment whizzed up and fell into the outstretched hand of the Potions Master.

"We have no classes for the first two periods in the morning, Professor," Hermione argued, watching in horror as Snape lowered his eyes to read with a sardonic smile.

"That's my mother's letter!" cried Ron angrily. "You have no right to read it!"

"There's something about number 12 in it." Harry said hostilely, worried that Snape would read it aloud in public like he did with the gossip article last year, and even more worried that Snape would go to the headquarters to provoke West Reese.Seeing Sirius as soon as possible was even more necessary now.

Snape read it quickly, and that disgusting smile grew bigger and bigger. He even returned Mrs. Weasley's letter to Ron.

"Thirty points from Gryffindor." Harry dared to say that he was as happy as a holiday, "Also, I will tell Mrs. Weasley that there is something that is not suitable to write in the letter that the senior investigator will open at any time to Gryffindor Tower."

"My mom doesn't have a real name," muttered Ron, as Harry and Hermione dragged him away.

Although everyone still doesn't have time to come to the headquarters, Sirius's life in the past week - can be said to be good, delicious food and drinks, and received a bunch of gifts.Molly has never liked him very much, but now she sends him delicious food or tonics every two days, with some words of encouragement that are on hand. Sirius is confused and suspects that he will grow a belly soon .

Molly even said that he would call everyone to have a party on the weekend. It's not that Sirius doesn't welcome it, but he always felt that there was something tricky behind the title of "Celebrating Sirius' Restoration of Freedom", especially the packages sent by the members seemed to be negotiated Same, use this as an excuse.If you want him to say, counting from the time when he escaped from Azkaban, it's too late to celebrate, and it's too early to count from the time when he really restored his reputation.

When it comes to presents, Remus's James and Lily relics, Tonks's trendy shirts, McGonagall's novels, etc. are all unsurprising, but some people's tastes are more indescribable.Like Bill's recommendation of a self-amusement toy that would probably allow Molly to smack the eldest son with a broom, and Mundungus sending a bunch of 'special' tobacco leaves - Sirius wasn't desperate enough to smoke that.

Also, a small box arrived on Friday night, unremarkable in appearance but perhaps more threatening than all the other packages put together.He said this because pinned to the box was a green card, written in silver ink: Happy Rehabilitation.Signed Severus Snape.

Sirius considered whether to throw it away, but he felt that would be a little cowardly, so he emptied the dining table, stepped back ten feet away, and chanted a spell to remove the packaging.He raised his wand aloft and his other hand to shield his face as the sound of paper ripping echoed through the kitchen, but nothing tragic happened.Between the wrapping paper and the fragments of the box was a small bottle, pure and harmless, filled with an unknown liquid.

After dismantling everything, Sirius removed the cork from the air, put on kitchen gloves and wrapped a layer of newspaper outside, approached the bottle on tiptoe, picked it up and poured the contents on the table.

Thick black hair grew on that table top, short like stubble.

What the hell?

Sirius poured a few more drops on the chair and spread it evenly with his gloved hands. The chair quickly grew brown hairs, and at the same time green hairs appeared on the gloves.He tried to put the liquid on the egg again, and the egg grew blond hair, and when he applied it on Kreacher's head, Kreacher grew gray hair.At this time, the black hair on the table had grown several inches.

He stood among the growing hair and piles of presents, pinching a half-empty bottle, bewildered.It is Snape's style to imply that he is resting in the headquarters with nothing to do, but as a major part of humiliating him, if Snape plans to turn him into a colorful hairy man, he should at least set up a mechanism for spraying potions, or simply directly in the A spell in the box?After all, that bastard wasn't stupid enough to think Sirius would bathe in what he gave him.

Because of the fucking portraits, everyone was used to entering the door quietly, and Sirius didn't realize that someone was coming until he heard footsteps running towards the kitchen.The godson ran into his field of vision in a hurry and stopped at the dining table.

"Harry?" he approached. "I thought you were going to be late—"

"Sires!" The boy's green eyes stared at the godfather in surprise, "Aren't you bald?"

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