“James?”

“Lily?” James called through their open bedroom door. He was in their room, sorting through the last of the boxes. After the destruction of Potter Manor, which James, Lily and Harry had narrowly escaped thanks to a spontaneous visit to Sirius’ flat, they’d moved into an unused teachers’ room at Hogwarts. While Dumbledore’d been happy to let them stay, and insisted it was the safest place for them, they’d been going mad cooped up in their one little room.

James stepped back to let Peter in, then leapt backward as Harry – cackling madly from astride a small broomstick – zoomed past. An alarm went off and echoed around the house and James sighed. Peter squeezed past James into the narrow hallway and Lily’s cat appeared out of nowhere to bolt out the front door. Peter watched it warily – the cat didn’t like him and he didn’t like it – but it scaled the tree at the bottom of the garden and didn’t look like it’d be moving any time soon.