Perhaps, one day, he would remember her last words. In Azkaban, they were but a blur of colors and letters, swirling about in a haze of dust. One day, if ever he were a free man, he would remember them. It was not a possibility. It was for certain. Banner by TomFoolery.

He let go of Rae and stood up, shaking. Crossing the room in three strides, he lifted his wife's head into his hands, wet from his daughter's tears....

She began to slowly back into the shadows, after realizing that she had placed herself in a spotlight. She had heard what sounded like a body landing on a stone floor, and then two different voices, both males. The second was slightly deeper than the first, which sounded more urgent. What they were saying, she didn’t pick up, but she had gotten the feeling that they were either leaving or had seen her.

Mr. and Mrs. Potter had always welcomed James’s friends with open arms. They knew the Black family, and did not altogether approve of them. Sirius was the exception. He was nothing like his parents, nor the rest of his family, for that matter. His family was Pureblood back as far as they could trace on the large rug containing the family tree that hung in his mother’s sitting room. The woman had actually had the nerve to remove his name from it.

She swiveled around in her seat, deep brown eyes searching the room for the source of her infliction. They came to rest on Sirius Black. His eyes gave it all away - even if he wasn’t looking directly at her. James was looking rather guilty himself. His ears seemed to be turning pink as, she guessed, he tried not to laugh. Olivia narrowed her eyes into a threatening glare before turning back around to face the front of the room. She leaned to the left and put her mouth close to her best friend’s ear.

Rae immediately started to the back of the room, but stopped when she saw that it wasn’t Dumbledore who was wiping chalk dust from his fingers. The young man didn’t seem to have passed thirty, and looked around at her, his blue eyes seeming to burn into hers. He smiled, but it wasn’t the kind that you wanted from a teacher on the first day in their class.

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"You should watch where you're walking." The voice came out of nowhere, as did the wall.

Her heart ached in her chest and blood pounded in her head. It couldn’t possibly be her. Sarah Orion died two years ago. The dead don’t come back. Do they?