𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. James Fleamont Potter

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟖. Reunion

Laying on the floor, groaning, Iris's eyes started opening. The headache was gone and she could now see clearly. Once looking around she realized that she was in Dumbledore's office.

"Finally, I was starting to think you were dead." A familiar voice echoed.

Iris looked around not spotting anyone.

"Harry, where are you?" She knew it was him, it's always him.

"I'm right here." He came out from under Dumbledore's desk.

"Why were you under the desk?" She asked standing up, dusting her uniform.

"I wanted to be mysterious, but as you can see it didn't work." He explained stretching his bones, the previous spot was unconformable.

"Come here, I've missed you." She hugged him tightly after realizing it was really her Harry.

"I've missed you too." He mumbled, burying himself in her neck.

Harry missed her a lot, and anyone could tell by the way he was crushing her bones.

"Harry you might want to release me before I die." She lightly tapped his shoulder, he immediately released her and apologized.

"How long have I been gone?" She asked him stretching her bones from the hug.

"Two hundred and fifty-seven days, thirty-six weekends, and five holidays... But who's counting?" He gave her an innocent smile.

Iris furrowed her eyebrows, she knew she would be back but she never knew it would be that long. "I've been gone for so long." She breathed out. "What day is it?"

"June fifteen, nineteen, ninety-six."

"Oh." She bit the inside of her cheek.

Harry tilted his head. "Everything alright?"

Iris looked at him and smiled. "Of course, now that you're here." She hugged him once more.

He hugged back, but quickly pulled away, wanting to know how things were."So... How are things going?"

Iris sat down on the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk. She looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember something exciting... But nothing came to her besides the matching tattoo with Sirius and she can only assume Sirius already told him that story. "There hasn't been anything eventful."

Harry sat in the chair in front of her.

"Really? No new friends? Anyone special that you're crushing on? Is it my-" Iris put her hand up, making him stop talking.

"Harry, stop asking questions and be patient."

"Sorry." He was just excited.

"To answer your questions, yes I've made new friends. And, no I don't like anyone."

He narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything, concluding that patience is key to success.

"Have you had any luck finding out who my mum is?"

Iris shook her head. "Not really, I'm sorry. It's difficult when you nad no clues."