Do not imagine Potter manor sitting there after all these years. it was left untouched when james' parents died. a record still sat on sirius' old record player. quidditch gear still strewn about james' room. a dog-eared book left on the window sill that moony will never get to finish. the once lively manor has become a collection of the marauders lives, all frozen in time. as if the house itself is expecting their return any minute now. but the boys are gone. and everything is just as they left it.
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