"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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♡ 6375days since Raven's disappearance.
♡
The nights aren't getting any better.
The cold still lingers in the air, and a thin layer of snow surrounds the castle, giving it a faint Christmas touch to an atmosphere that, however, feels more funerary than festive.
Christmas, a time I always loved... that warm, cozy feeling.
The tree with its presents, the crackling fireplace, thick blankets, and of course, those silly wool sweaters we all wear.
But here I am, frozen, clutching my cup of hot chocolate as I watch Harry, my old friend's son.
It's strange seeing James through someone else's eyes.
From behind, Harry is his exact replica, no doubt about it, but...
Has he inherited his arrogance as well?
—Not doing so badly this time,— I say, watching him collapse again after another failed attempt. —At least today you didn't faint.
Harry doesn't get up right away. I see him breathing heavily from the floor, defeated by the effort. Finally, he sinks into one of the chairs in the study, exhausted, trying to catch his breath.
—Do you think I'll ever get it right?—he asks, breathless, struggling to recover.
—Who knows? Maybe— I reply without looking at him, though I know he's keeping his eyes on me. —If you keep putting in that much effort, you might match your father's level in no time—
I shouldn't mention him so much... maybe it's hurting him.
—Was he very close to my father, right?
It's a simple question, but it tightens my stomach.
Talking about James is getting harder every time, yet I can't stop myself.
—Yes— I answer, forcing myself to stay calm. —In our time, we were good friends. He was a great man. But difficult, very troublesome. Few could stand his humor. Sometimes he drove Professor McGonagall mad... in ways...
I let out a small huff at the memory of the old times.
It was a different time. Even Hogwarts didn't feel as dangerous as it does now.
I don't know why I said those words; I should've bitten my tongue.
But Harry doesn't seem surprised, he just smiles at me with that typical Potter grin, the one that reminds me so much of his father.
—Let's take a break—I suggest, struggling to stand, seeking relief in the pause. —You must be exhausted. Want some tea?"
