Dear Harry,
Congratulations on your graduation from Hogwarts, and you should be especially proud of yourself for all those special honors you received. I know your parents would have been so pleased to see how far you've come in your studies. At times I'm taken back by just how much of your father's talent, cleverness and even appearance you express. I request that you visit me as soon as possible and I advise you to come alone. Joy is out in Austria with Renie and it is terribly boring without them to keep me company. Honesty I would have gone with my girls; they're at a music festival that Joy's wanted to attend all year. Alas, it is important that I see you privately as soon as possible. I don't believe you've ever actually been to my house. Apparate to Hattie's Winding and look for the only house with sunflowers tall as halfway up the bottom windows. I do hope to see you soon Harry.
Love,
Professor Lupin
Harry stood before a magnificent old house, belonging to one of his father's best friends, Remus Lupin. Professor Lupin was the closest thing to a caring family Harry had left. While not blood related, it was Lupin that made sure that Harry was treated properly by the Dursley's (a family of muggles). As Aunt Petunia was Harry's Mother's sister, Harry had been unlucky enough to have grown up with the most normal people in the non- magical world, where for eleven years he was lied to about how his parents were killed in a crash (they were murdered), and about how he was as normal as any boy (when in fact Harry was a wizard). Nonetheless, Remus kept close contact to be sure that the Dursley's were not to harm Harry in any way. Admiring the beautiful sunflowers Lupin had mentioned, Harry tapped the door with his wand, sending a chime rich as a grandfather clock's throughout the house. Soon after Remus appeared smiling, but with a tired gaze that reminded Harry that last night had been a full moon.
"Hello Harry, nice day isn't it? Would you care for a cup of tea?"
Harry nodded and stepped inside, then nearly fell over at the sight before his eyes. Surrounding were many pictures, beaming and staring back. Harry recognized Remus's wife, Joy, and his young daughter Renie, in many places; in the muggle world (as Joy was originally a muggle, trained with a powerful and secret magic to become a half witch for safety reasons), in the Order of the Phoenix with Remus, at their wedding, and a variety of assorted places Harry had never been before. Aside from the little family were pictures of Sirius (James and Remus's other best friend recently murdered) which Harry stood transfixed before, suddenly very depressed that his godfather was no longer living. Then he saw pictures that he recognized as he had collected many copies in the years before. Pictures of the four marauders (including Harry's Father, James), pictures of James and Lily at their wedding, and of them waving happily with baby Harry in their arms. Even pictures of Peter Pettigrew lay on the wall, though Harry noticed that there were only group pictures of him.
"Lousy traitor," Harry muttered, "it's his fault that the two people standing right next to him are dead."
Finally his eyes fell on a picture of a woman in a healer's wardrobe standing and winking next to a twenty-one-year-old Remus. "Who is this Professor?"
Remus had appeared with a tray if tea. He squinted to where Harry was pointing then froze wide-eyed. Finally he relaxed and asked that Harry follow him to the living room.
"Harry did I ever tell you about Mandy?"
Harry thought and shook his head, "No, how do you know her? Is she still around?"
Remus frowned slightly, "No. She is no longer with us, but I knew her very well. If she had not been murdered just three months before your parents... I would have married her. She was the first woman, besides your mother of course, that saw the person I was behind," Remus gave into a sigh, "the werewolf."
Harry felt shocked that he had never learned of her before, but guilty he had asked. He should have known that she was someone special.
"I'm sorry I asked, I mean she looks really nice," Harry apologized softly.
"It's quite alright my boy, it hurts me to speak of her so I'm afraid I have not confided in many, including yourself, of her existence. I'm just grateful for Joy and Renie; they remind me of the love I had for Mandy so many years ago. Someday when I feel up to it I will tell you her story, but today I have some things I have kept from you that I think you have a right to see. As you are a grown man, I do not plan to keep the past from you anymore. You are old enough to understand and bear the pain I trust."
Remus suddenly conjured a beautiful, old, antique trunk that Harry examined with curiosity.
"This trunk was your Mother's, in it I have kept a few of their old possessions that I rescued from your house shortly after it was destroyed. A few items in here, belonged to your parents as prized possessions, a few are all the pictures I could muster from the rubbish, and the rest things that your father told me to pass on to you, in the event that anything should happen to him."
For hours Harry and Remus examined each of the trunk's contents, taking an item out one at a time and placing anything down as if it were unrepairable glass. Every so often Lupin would hold things such as James's old wand as if it were the best broomstick in the world muttering, "Oh why him, why did he have to be the one to go when he could have achieved so much more," or, "She was brilliant and beautiful, he told me many times of how much he loved her." Harry found a golden snitch engraved with a message from his parents about how they hoped his future would soar as high as a stray snitch. Finally one last thing remained untouched.
"That Harry was your mother and father's pensive." Remus pointed to a small mahogany box. "They stored their most vivid memories in that box so that their best of moments would always remain safe."
Harry held the box close, then opened it revealing a silver substance. He had had past experiences with a pensive, he knew that with a prod and a call for a particular memory, he could view his parents' fondest moments as close as the pensive would allow him to get.
"Professor, would it be alright if we... if we watched a few memories in the pensive? I want to... see what my parents were like before they were... well, murdered."
Remus shifted from one foot to the other "Of course we can Harry, if that is what you wish to do. However I beg you to understand that the memories may be a bit of a disturbance as you will see first hand what everyone means they say that James and Lily where two of the best wizard and witches ever."
Harry had no doubt in his mind, he was ready. "I am ready." Harry said with as little doubt as he could muster in his voice.
Remus paused and then, "Alright we'll begin at the train station where James and Sirius, met Peter, myself, and your mother of course on our way to Hogwarts. Now then on the count of three we shall jump in, myself first then you. One... two... three, THE TRAIN STATION!"
There was a curious feeling as if being plunged through a bucket of water and then there they stood, before the magnificent Hogwarts Express.
Author's Notes: I would much appreciate reviews, as this is my first attempt at fanfiction and I just want to know if y'all found my writing to be something special! Please, I don't have the heart to take a bad review so if it's not nice then forget it! I'll state the obvious by saying that the background and most of the characters in my stories belong to J.K. Rowling, but a few characters and the newest plots are ones that I dreamed up and have built from Rowling's brilliant ideas. Don't worry about new characters I've introduced I will elaborate in the future! Thank you!
Congratulations on your graduation from Hogwarts, and you should be especially proud of yourself for all those special honors you received. I know your parents would have been so pleased to see how far you've come in your studies. At times I'm taken back by just how much of your father's talent, cleverness and even appearance you express. I request that you visit me as soon as possible and I advise you to come alone. Joy is out in Austria with Renie and it is terribly boring without them to keep me company. Honesty I would have gone with my girls; they're at a music festival that Joy's wanted to attend all year. Alas, it is important that I see you privately as soon as possible. I don't believe you've ever actually been to my house. Apparate to Hattie's Winding and look for the only house with sunflowers tall as halfway up the bottom windows. I do hope to see you soon Harry.
Love,
Professor Lupin
Harry stood before a magnificent old house, belonging to one of his father's best friends, Remus Lupin. Professor Lupin was the closest thing to a caring family Harry had left. While not blood related, it was Lupin that made sure that Harry was treated properly by the Dursley's (a family of muggles). As Aunt Petunia was Harry's Mother's sister, Harry had been unlucky enough to have grown up with the most normal people in the non- magical world, where for eleven years he was lied to about how his parents were killed in a crash (they were murdered), and about how he was as normal as any boy (when in fact Harry was a wizard). Nonetheless, Remus kept close contact to be sure that the Dursley's were not to harm Harry in any way. Admiring the beautiful sunflowers Lupin had mentioned, Harry tapped the door with his wand, sending a chime rich as a grandfather clock's throughout the house. Soon after Remus appeared smiling, but with a tired gaze that reminded Harry that last night had been a full moon.
"Hello Harry, nice day isn't it? Would you care for a cup of tea?"
Harry nodded and stepped inside, then nearly fell over at the sight before his eyes. Surrounding were many pictures, beaming and staring back. Harry recognized Remus's wife, Joy, and his young daughter Renie, in many places; in the muggle world (as Joy was originally a muggle, trained with a powerful and secret magic to become a half witch for safety reasons), in the Order of the Phoenix with Remus, at their wedding, and a variety of assorted places Harry had never been before. Aside from the little family were pictures of Sirius (James and Remus's other best friend recently murdered) which Harry stood transfixed before, suddenly very depressed that his godfather was no longer living. Then he saw pictures that he recognized as he had collected many copies in the years before. Pictures of the four marauders (including Harry's Father, James), pictures of James and Lily at their wedding, and of them waving happily with baby Harry in their arms. Even pictures of Peter Pettigrew lay on the wall, though Harry noticed that there were only group pictures of him.
"Lousy traitor," Harry muttered, "it's his fault that the two people standing right next to him are dead."
Finally his eyes fell on a picture of a woman in a healer's wardrobe standing and winking next to a twenty-one-year-old Remus. "Who is this Professor?"
Remus had appeared with a tray if tea. He squinted to where Harry was pointing then froze wide-eyed. Finally he relaxed and asked that Harry follow him to the living room.
"Harry did I ever tell you about Mandy?"
Harry thought and shook his head, "No, how do you know her? Is she still around?"
Remus frowned slightly, "No. She is no longer with us, but I knew her very well. If she had not been murdered just three months before your parents... I would have married her. She was the first woman, besides your mother of course, that saw the person I was behind," Remus gave into a sigh, "the werewolf."
Harry felt shocked that he had never learned of her before, but guilty he had asked. He should have known that she was someone special.
"I'm sorry I asked, I mean she looks really nice," Harry apologized softly.
"It's quite alright my boy, it hurts me to speak of her so I'm afraid I have not confided in many, including yourself, of her existence. I'm just grateful for Joy and Renie; they remind me of the love I had for Mandy so many years ago. Someday when I feel up to it I will tell you her story, but today I have some things I have kept from you that I think you have a right to see. As you are a grown man, I do not plan to keep the past from you anymore. You are old enough to understand and bear the pain I trust."
Remus suddenly conjured a beautiful, old, antique trunk that Harry examined with curiosity.
"This trunk was your Mother's, in it I have kept a few of their old possessions that I rescued from your house shortly after it was destroyed. A few items in here, belonged to your parents as prized possessions, a few are all the pictures I could muster from the rubbish, and the rest things that your father told me to pass on to you, in the event that anything should happen to him."
For hours Harry and Remus examined each of the trunk's contents, taking an item out one at a time and placing anything down as if it were unrepairable glass. Every so often Lupin would hold things such as James's old wand as if it were the best broomstick in the world muttering, "Oh why him, why did he have to be the one to go when he could have achieved so much more," or, "She was brilliant and beautiful, he told me many times of how much he loved her." Harry found a golden snitch engraved with a message from his parents about how they hoped his future would soar as high as a stray snitch. Finally one last thing remained untouched.
"That Harry was your mother and father's pensive." Remus pointed to a small mahogany box. "They stored their most vivid memories in that box so that their best of moments would always remain safe."
Harry held the box close, then opened it revealing a silver substance. He had had past experiences with a pensive, he knew that with a prod and a call for a particular memory, he could view his parents' fondest moments as close as the pensive would allow him to get.
"Professor, would it be alright if we... if we watched a few memories in the pensive? I want to... see what my parents were like before they were... well, murdered."
Remus shifted from one foot to the other "Of course we can Harry, if that is what you wish to do. However I beg you to understand that the memories may be a bit of a disturbance as you will see first hand what everyone means they say that James and Lily where two of the best wizard and witches ever."
Harry had no doubt in his mind, he was ready. "I am ready." Harry said with as little doubt as he could muster in his voice.
Remus paused and then, "Alright we'll begin at the train station where James and Sirius, met Peter, myself, and your mother of course on our way to Hogwarts. Now then on the count of three we shall jump in, myself first then you. One... two... three, THE TRAIN STATION!"
There was a curious feeling as if being plunged through a bucket of water and then there they stood, before the magnificent Hogwarts Express.
Author's Notes: I would much appreciate reviews, as this is my first attempt at fanfiction and I just want to know if y'all found my writing to be something special! Please, I don't have the heart to take a bad review so if it's not nice then forget it! I'll state the obvious by saying that the background and most of the characters in my stories belong to J.K. Rowling, but a few characters and the newest plots are ones that I dreamed up and have built from Rowling's brilliant ideas. Don't worry about new characters I've introduced I will elaborate in the future! Thank you!
