"James, Sirius, shut up!"

Cold

She staggered out of the ocean. Why was she in the ocean? The wind whipped her face. The salty air stung her eyes. It was cold, it was so cold, so cold, it was unnatural. The reason for this was no mystery. No, the mystery was why she was there.

The dementors of Azkaban circled endlessly around the triangular structure. As one began to approach her she dug desperately in her sopping robes and by the time she had found her wand, the creature was upon her. She drew her wand and yelled the incantation "expectopatronum!"

As the silvery blue wolf burst into existence she thought only of finding her husband and son. But Remus was dead, she had seen it happen. The moment the thought struck her Patronus faded away, and the cold engulfed her, once more.

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Nymphadora apparated to the garden of her childhood home. It was no wonder it had taken her 6 attempts to pass her apparition test, as she had managed to land right on top of the azaleas.

She pounded on the door praying for an answer. After a little over a minute, she began to lose hope. Her mother had been known for answering the door for anyone, and in record time. Not the best trait to have in the middle of a war where you mustn't trust anyone. But that was that way it was, always had been, and forever would be. She pulled a key out of her still dripping robes and fit it into the lock as, tears threatened to fall.

The house was almost exactly the way it had been when her small family had moved there in 87, all that had happened over her lifetime was the addition the occasional new picture. The one that caught her eye was of a smiling blue-haired boy.

Hey so, first of all, you guy are awesome 29 reads like what? That's amazing. So should Fred come back? Bye y'all.