Carmen's POV:
The christmas holidays were over, and while I was glad to see everyone back, I kinda missed being able to play Quidditch.
Ever since I learnt I was a wizard, I loved Quidditch. I loved how the balls magically flew through the doors, how I managed to swiftly catch the golden snitch. The best part was flying.
I'd always loved to fly, always loved the feeling of seeing all those little creatures called muggles below. I was free. I was free to explore incredible places, I was free to join the birds in their endless voyages. And it made me happy.
I hadn't been able to play much when I was young, due to my father's inability to practice the sport. I guess that's why I cherished those moments, cause there were many of them.
All these memories ran through my mind as I flew with Sherlock. I was glad to have her a as a friend, the others refused to play with me.
There was something odd about her though. I could see it in her dark, piercing eyes, in her half-crooked smile. But I could tell she was getting better.
The thing is, the five of us were messed up. We all fought battles in the dark, battles nobody knew anything of. It was hard to feel alone, feel like your world is slowly crashing down.
These feelings had somehow left me. The simple knowledge of someone else going through the same things made you realize you weren't entirely alone, like there was hope.
"You alright, Carmen?"- asked Sherlock
My face must've betrayed me.
"I'm fine Sherlock. Thanks though"
I took a good look at her.
"Wanna know something, Sherlock"- I asked
"Sure"- she answered
"My dad told me once the story of a wolf and a dog, and how the both became the best of friends, constantly taking care of each other"
"Sounds interesting"
"It kinda reminded me of you and I. There's something 'wolfish' about you"
She laughed. I smiled. There was something beautiful about that laugh, pity it was so rare.
"I guess there's something 'doggish' about you"
We kept on flying, soon forgetting this strange conversation...
3rd Person POV:
"Look at them Sirius, how adorable"
"I never thought there'd be anything like this, Remus"
"Well, you know, everyone says history is supposed to repeat itself"
"Yeah, I just never expected to find another Padfoot and Moony"
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The Next Generation of Wizards
Fantasy19 years after the Great War, Harry's son Albus is starting school. His anxiety can only be matched by another boy's called Scorpious. Will it be a tranquil year at Hogwarts? Or will history repeat itself?
