when the stars align; harry potter.

6 - 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

[ Cross your heart, won't tell no other ]

. . .

Adara had been told by Professor Dumbledore to head to McGonagall's office and then join the feast. Problem was, she didn't remember where it could be and hadn't worked up the courage to ask. She tripped over her robes countless of times trying to find her way.

Over the years, Adara had forgotten how beautiful and, well, magical Hogwarts truly was. It seemed all like a film she'd seen before; a former life she was getting flashbacks from; a past waiting to be uncovered; a memory being reborn from the dust. The muggle world now seemed quite bland in her eyes.

It took Adara around 15 minutes and nearly falling down a flight of magical stairs to find a door with a metal sign reading: Office Of Professor Minerva McGonagall engraved in bold letters.

She exhaled and walked in.

Her hopes were devastatingly low, her hands were mangled and she was back at the place she most desperately wanted to flee from, yet couldn't help but see the beauty in.

However, all troubles seemed to fade away once she saw Moony smiling broadly whilst he surveyed her stumbling in.

"MOONY!" Adara didn't think she'd ran so fast - she practically bolted. She gave Remus a bone-crushing hug, nearly forgetting that McGonagall was standing beside them. Remus chuckled airily at her reaction to the sight of him. "Wait - Why are you here?"

"I teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Sirius told me not to mention it. My cover was to say I was at an Order meeting. I'm able to use the flu network to return home at any time after working hours and I use the Shrieking Shack for transformations. Also here, have this." Remus rummaged in his coat pockets and pulled out a mars bar, one of Adara's favourites. She took it gratefully and put it into the pocket of her robes saving it as a midnight snack for later.

Moony being a Hogwarts Professor seemed like something foreign. Adara thought she'd never have to imagine. This was the same Moony who would continue to damage his eyesight from refusing to wear glasses, and the one who would rant about his hate for Shakespeare while hate-reading The Tempest.

But the most important thing to Adara at that moment was that she had at least someone by her side. Someone she could count on. Dare she say, a father figure.

"Sirius hinted I would have back up here, but I never expected you, Moony." she sighed of relief, a genuine weight was lifted from her shoulders. Her chest, once tight from panic, now relaxed and allowes her to exhale pleasantly.