fade into you || d.m ♡

a window to the past

Dumbledore was standing in the entrance, speaking to Apolline, Sirius, and Uncle Moony. Elwia couldn't stand to look at Dumbledore's face, it made her enraged to even hear his voice.

"I wonder what they're talking about." Harry said to Elwia with an amused tone.

"Probably something that has got to do with me." Elwia mumbled, leaning against the doorcase.

"You're quite troublesome, aren't you?" Harry joked and nudged Elwia lightly.

Elwia laughed a little and looked down at her feet.

"When Dumbledore tells us the information, you're going to be present. Me and you will be the only children there, and you can't tell anyone." Elwia said with a sudden serious tone.

"So I'm the only one allowed to know the truth about your secret identity thing? Brilliant." Harry repeated, seeming a bit confused.

"Harry, Elwia, come with us. We will go to Sirius' office; I suppose it's the most secluded area here." Dumbledore said and began walking. Elwia and Harry glanced at each other, and the girl could tell both of their bodies were flooding with anxiety. Both of them had a different reason for it, though.

Elwia and Harry sat on the two stools in front of the big wooden desk. Dumbledore sat himself behind the desk, and Apolline, Uncle Moony, and Sirius stood behind the two teenagers. Elwia was fidgeting with her hands, and her leg was tapping against the floor.

"Now, where should I even begin?" Dumbledore mumbled, scratching his head.

"Um, maybe the beginning?" Elwia suggested, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, from the very beginning." Dumbledore smiled.

"Sirius, do you have the pensieve?" Dumbledore asked, grabbing a small vial from his pocket.

Sirius nodded and opened a cabinet. Elwia stood up and saw some sort of bowl filled with water, or some type of liquid, she wasn't exactly sure. Elwia had heard of a pensieve, but she had never seen one before.

Dumbledore poured the vial into the water and looked at Elwia and Harry with a smile.

"Children, look into the water."

July 30th, 1980

"Push Lily, my love. I know you can do it." A man with round glasses smiled encouragingly.

"James, shut up!" A red-headed young woman shouted.

"I can already see the head. Keep pushing; you're doing so well." A doctor said.

Suddenly, a baby's cries could be heard echoing through the room.

"Lily, you did it! I'm so proud of you, sweetheart." James smiled, holding the hand of his wife.

"Congratulations. It's a girl," said the midwife with a smile.

"Hour of birth, 23:57." The doctor muttered while writing on a sheet of paper.

"Lily, I love you so much." James mumbled and kissed Lily's forehead.

"You still need to push for the second baby, Mrs Potter." The midwife noted while putting the girl baby in a small bed next to Lily's.

Lily nodded with a determined look, and with all her power, she started pushing again. She felt scared. This was not supposed to happen, but something in Lily's gut told her to keep the baby, which she later found out would be twins.

James held the hand of his beloved wife, admiring her beauty and strength. He also felt scared—he was scared of the war, but even more scared of becoming a father. He was only 20 years old, and his mind was filled with concerns about whether he would be a good father for his children. Luckily, James had Sirius, Remus, and Peter. They were his best friends, whom he could trust with his life.