Amelia Potter's world fell apart on October 31st 1991.
She lost everything. Her brother, her friends, and now her entire home.
After Dumbledore asked her to hide away in the muggle world, she ended up taking a job with the one and only Tony Stark.
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Connection
[kəˈnekSHən]
NOUN
ADJECTIVE
1. the act of connecting, the state of being connected
2. contextual relation or association
3. relationship in fact
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Present Day
These past few days have felt like lucid dreams.
Nothing's different, but it all feels out of place.
While healing, Tony has been practically confined to his house. Being his assistant, I'm constantly by his side.
Nothing's different. We've spent many nights on his couch over the years. We watch movies and eat mediocre takeout food.
Nothing's different, I swear. But we've sat a few inches closer. When our eyes meet, there seems to be something else charged behind our glances. When our hands brush, he leans into it.
How can nothing be different, but never feel the same?
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October 12th, 1992
"Any clue on your topic for the charms essay?"
I look up in confusion, finding a face I've come to know quite well. A face I always see scheming with my brother and the other two goons. A face riddled with scars and graced with a hesitant smile.
I furrow my brows. "Who... who are you talking to, right now?"
"I'd assume you." He takes the seat across from me.
I widen my eyes, giving him an unwelcoming look. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Sitting."
"Not here, you're not."
"Can't stop me."
"Lupin, I'm not putting up with your bullshit. Leave me alone."
"No thanks," he dismisses. "What topic did you choose?"
I glare. "A spell to get rid of unwanted pests."
"Interesting. Mine's over a charm to mend bridges."
