Prologue

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Remus looked at the photo desperately trying to hold back tears. It had been 17 years today since his sweet daughter Azala had been taken, each year weighing him down with more guilt.

This year, James and Sirius sat beside him, trying to comfort the guilt-ridden friend. In the first three years since Azala had been taken, they had helped Remus by sending out a search party, but no luck nor fortune had fallen upon them, the girl still missing to this day.

Remus's front door banged shut making all three friends look up. "Dora?" Remus called, no response. They all got up with wands at the ready. Remus turned the corner, suddenly coming face to face with a six-foot-tall man. The man offered Remus his hand to shake, 

"Strange, Stephen Strange." The man said. Remus raised an eyebrow but never the less cautiously took his hand, shaking it.

"Remus Lupin." He replied. 

"Well, Mr Strange, Stephen Strange, what are you doing in our dear friend Mooney's house?" James spoke up from behind Remus, grinning at his joke. Seemingly not bothered by the stranger's intrusion.

 Another Tony the man thought, rolling his eyes. "I do believe I know your dear friend's daughter Azala Vasilisa, if I'm correct, I'm sure you would be pleased to know she is quite healthy and alive, if you follow me I can bring you to her."  

With that, he walked out of the house making his way down a special path leading directly to Hogwarts. Leaving James, Sirius, and Remus scrambling to put on their boots and jackets.

Once they reached Hogwarts Remus ran inside.

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