Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 12: Letters

Harry hummed a little as he sat next to Fred and George in the library. The two were currently hovering over opposite books, concentrated frowns on their faces. He leaned his head on his fist, watching them with an amused look.

"Whatcha looking at?" He hummed.

"Creature inheritances." Fred's frown turned to a scowl.

"The study was banned-" George looked up, eyes narrowed.

"When the Creature laws-"

"Came into play, which-"

"Only shows the horror-"

"The idiocy of-"

"Dumbledor and his ways." The two finished off together, huffing a little.

Harry hummed, piercing his lips. Banned because of those laws... Because it was 'wrong' to be something of a creature, magically to be a creature unlike that of Vampires and Werewolves... Something rare and magical...

"It seems... I need to do a few things." The twins gave him confused looks. So, the boy perked up with an innocent look. "After all, if the Boy-Who-Lived is a Creature of the Light, and actively speaking about it, who'd disagree?"

The Weasleys grinned widely and gave a happy laugh and nodded. They then perked up, a possible bit of information coming back to them.

"Wait! We-"

"Read that having-"

"An Inheritance wasn't-"

"Just connected to purebloods, but-"

"Also to Muggleborns. Only-"

"Some of them, powerful Muggleborns." Fred nodded at the end of that.

Harry hummed, leaning forward some before smiling to them.

"That makes sense. Keep the bloodline strong and fresh without accidentally breeding their power out?"

The twins nodded at that, making the younger hum in satisfaction. If it was only about your magical strength to show or have, then he was sure his friends, his Godly ones, were Creatures. It would be difficult for them not to be this time around! Then again, he could ask Evette later.

"Oh!" The twins perked up again, leaning forward. "Sirus? Professor Lupin?" They hummed with almost puppy dog eyes.

The boy-who-lived blinked before nodding, a sad smile on his lips.

"Yule."

The two red-heads nodded, handing their brother a piece of parchment and some ink. The younger lightly laughed at them before nodding. It probably would do him better to talk with Remus and explain some things to him. Probably get him to see that he was dying to a twisted old man that wanted to control them and all that they were.

 Shaking his head, the boy began to write his letter to his old Uncle. To the man he would gladly say he trusted with his life.

Dear Remus Lupin,

Hi, I'm Harry Potter, the son of James, a friend of yours if I remember correctly. I know who you are because I took an Inheritance test. I saw that Sirus Black was my Godfather, and I looked into him... I know what he was accused of, but I don't believe that. I... I saw that he wasn't given a trial, and I thought that was very odd. If he was truly guilty, wouldn't he had a trial? Was it a small, quiet trial?

I'm sure you don't want to think about that night, maybe not even know who I am... But I want to know you and him. I want to know why he would betray someone he had considered a friend. So good of a friend, that he's my Godfather. I don't mind if you don't respond to the letter, but if you want to talk with me, if you want to find answers as well, then please meet me in front of Gringotts Tuesday during the Yule break. It's the only time I can get out of school.