❞ 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫
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Margaret 'Maggie' Potter, unlike her older brother and every single girl in school, despises the cocky, self-absorbed Sirius Black.
Sirius Black himself has never been very fond of t...
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SIRIUS was running the chickens back to their corral, the hay felt cold and dried out as the two wizards walked around the old barn. Remus had found interest in the elegant black horse that was currently snorting as he leaned his head down to catch some water in his mouth.
December was steadily passing by, still absent of any fall of snow, and the full moon was just two nights away. Remus Lupin could already feel its presence, threatening him with taking over at any given time.
"What happened to the other horses?" Remus asked as he stroked cautiously the mane of the beautiful creature. Both, wizard and horse, looked worn out with forlorn time.
"I reckon they died, or escaped," Sirius answered thoughtfully. "Swift-fling died soon after Fleamont's and Euphemia's death, I remember James had been really upset about it, but with the loss of two family members, a grand lot of horses didn't have much sense anymore."
Remus couldn't help the stabbing feeling that settled in his gut. As a kid, Potter's Estate had always felt like the place he would want to spend his forever. The house breathed out warmth: a lovely scent would always guide one to the kitchen; laughter was engraved on the wooden walls; and James' parents would light the fireplace every night and let them, children, stay up until the first peaks of dawn. Remus thought about how one doesn't truly realize time's doings until older, when one has lived enough years to see the same place that has remained identical yet feels utterly different. It is a realization that one can't prevent it nor ever revert it, it adheres to the soul.
The sun was barely begging its journey to set, its rays still strong from midday. Sirius had not noticed when exactly, but most trees had lost their leaves as they prepared for winter. At the far back of Potter's Estate, the green wilderness of the deep forest remained untouched with its tall pine trees.
Remus kicked a block of hay in a bored manner hoping the glum feeling would go away, it shattered into a pile of nothing, "so, they are all gone?"
"Yeah. They were pretty old anyway, Eximietas here is the only one still holding up nicely." Sirius commented as he glanced at the tall horse. The creature looked absurd, lonely in one corner that was evidently meant to hold others of his same species.
The two wizards kept to silence for a few minutes, their knitted brows and lost eyes would hint at grief and deep reflection. Suddenly, more than ever, the absence of their two past friends was unbearable.
