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Hogwarts School

The sound of the afternoon breeze whistling around the windows of the dorm's tower snapped RM out of his habitual trance. He stood up, tugging on his blue sweater as he looked out the arched window and onto the Forbidden Forest one last time before he decided it was time for the meeting.

12th September, 1974

It was an unpredictably cold evening in Massachusetts when the boy was born, the small bundle of orange and black cloth cuddled close to the mother's bosom, his wails tearing through her muddled thoughts. He was a mistake of an unspoken night spent in heated breaths among the chills of a blizzard.

But little did she know that the felonious time she spent with a man who was not her husband was the lost Heir of Ravenclaw himself.

RM walked out of the common room, the door with the bronze eagle knocker falling shut behind him. He made his way down the spiral staircase, intending to stop by the kitchens to snatch some treats before heading to his destination.

4th December, 1975

The Wampus pureblood pushed past men adorning trench coats who clutched onto leather suitcases with a curl of their gloved fingers. She shifted the bundle from her left arm to the right, her pale skin marred with ashes and scars from the Dark Lord's attack.

With Dumbledore's appeals and Eulalie Wilkins' help, the Wampus family amassed a secret Order in the New Land under a veil of secrecy that was discovered and thrown back by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

The wintry, English wind bit at her rosy cheeks as she leaned on the railing of a townhouse. Her bleeding knuckles rapped on the door with urgency, heaving a sigh of relief when she looked into brown orbs like her own.

"Freesia!" she gasped, thrusting the three-month-old into the arms of her sister. "Please take care of June. And give him your last name."

She leaned down to brush her lips on his blushing cheek in fleeting warmth. "Please, Freesia. Please."

And then she was gone, lost in the London bustle.

He went down the basement corridor graced with food-themed paintings. RM stopped in front of one canvas, reaching out a sweater paw to tickle a pear from the painting. The pear giggled and turned into a door handle, revealing the Hogwarts kitchens.

9th March, 1980

A pensive look took over his previously smiling face as soon as his cousin, Gerberah, looked away. June didn't hate living with the Hufflepuff (except for his Wampus aunt) family, who doted on him since he could remember. Of course not, but they were different.

June always was a quirky little thing, eyeing everything as his little fingers fiddled with anything. He knew that they were not like him who possessed a burning curiosity that was more than just childlike interest. An uncommon need to unravel everything magical there was to be seen, invoke everything magical there was to be spell-ed.

Or maybe June was the different one.

RM quietly sat at one of the five tables that were an imitation of those in the Great Hall. He came by so often that the house-elves let him be, giving the boy his much-loved Treacle Tart before hobbling their way back to the meals to be made.