"In the world of magic and shadows at Hogwarts, everyone has forgotten the name of Raven Potter, James Potter's twin sister, who mysteriously disappeared in her sixth year. Everyone, except Remus Lupin.
Now, years later, Remus returns to Hogwarts as...
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6,382 days since Raven's disappearance.
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I've turned into an fucking old man.
The thought hit me harder than ever when I caught my reflection in the window this morning.
I didn't expect time to be kind, but the harshness of the lines on my forehead, the dryness of my lips, struck me like an unexpected slap I'd been avoiding for years.
It was as if the glass itself forced me to face the reality of how much I'd changed, how much I'd lost.
Thirty-three years, and I feel like I've lived a thousand. Worn out, drained, empty.
"Bloody hell..." I muttered softly, breaking the silence in my office, tearing my gaze away from my reflection, as if I couldn't bear to look any longer.
My eyes fell on the desk, and there it was, waiting for me as always.
An old photograph of the Potters, holding up a golden cup.
The two of them were smiling, frozen in that perfect moment of happiness.
A faint smile crept onto my lips, almost unbidden, as my fingers brushed against the worn frame.
Their smiles were radiant, full of life. As if they were preserved in the best moment of their lives, unchanging.
I hadn't known anyone as full of life as they were, and I couldn't help the bitter pang of nostalgia.
"Quidditch Final, 1975," read the small label beneath it, the ink faded from age. It had been far too long since then.
That day... it felt so distant now.
James, the best friend I could've had, loved that Polaroid. He carried it everywhere. Even when everything changed, when life as we knew it came undone.
I wonder if he'd still carry it now, if he were here.
And then there was her, Raven.
My mind always found its way back to her.
James's sister, but really, she was a vital part of each of us. Back then, her energy filled the air we breathed, always the mediator, always there for everyone, no matter what.
I can't help wondering what would've become of her if none of it had happened.
She would've been a brilliant witch, I know that. And a wonderful aunt to Harry.
I could see it in my mind: her laughter filling the house, teaching him to fly a broom, protecting him as only she could...
