This story was a collaboration between myself and my roommate, so lots of the credit for it goes to her. We were able to write the entire thing in one week! We're hoping to do each one of the Harry Potter stories as a series called Taking Flight, so this is just the first part of the series for now.
Disclaimer: My roommate and I do not own Harry Potter or anything pertaining to it. Except a set of the books and movies.
Hope Potter sat up slowly as a shaft of sunlight struck through her window onto her cheek. She rolled over drowsily, pulling her faded patchwork quilt back over her head. She didn't want to get up this early. She was a night person, really, probably a result of spending the last ten years with her godfather Remus Lupin, a werewolf.
Hope wasn't a bit afraid of her godfather, even though most people would be terrified by the mere idea of living with a werewolf. Remus would never hurt her, and Hope knew it. She had, for the last few years, been brewing a potion that she had learned to make that helped make her godfather's spells less violent. He still had to stay locked indoors during full-moon nights, but Hope didn't hear him howling and scratching the doors anymore.
Hope couldn't imagine living anywhere other than with Remus. He was protective of her, but not in a suffocating way. Hope didn't mind this though. He was only watching out for her well-being after all! Her brother Harry lived with a Muggle family. When she was younger, she'd asked Remus if they could go visit. He'd sat her down and explained to her why she and Harry were living with families other than their own.
Hope and Harry's real parents had been killed by the Dark Lord Voldemort. He had tried to kill the twins also, but something had gone wrong then. The curse had rebounded onto Voldemort and he'd been killed. Hope and Harry had been split up to protect them, since there was something special about them, whatever had made them impervious to Voldemort's killing curse. Few in the magical community could be truly trusted, and it was feared that Hope and Harry might be in danger from those who might want to avenge the Dark Lord.
Remus could be trusted to protect his friends' daughter with his life. Harry could have lived with his godfather Sirius Black, since he too had been a close friend of the Potters, but Sirius was in Azkaban, accused of betraying the Potters and leading to their deaths. Remus had known Sirius for years. Sirius had been as good a friend to the Potters as Remus had ever been and he couldn't believe that Sirius would betray the Potters like that. It was disgusting.
These thoughts were running through Hope's head as she tried to convince herself to get out of bed. She stumbled around the room, quickly throwing a robe over her pajamas, and rushing downstairs. Remus was already sitting at the table, reading the Daily Prophet. He was almost oblivious to Hope's entrance, although he looked over the edge of the paper and gave her a small nod. The full moon had been just three days ago, and Remus was still haggard and weary from his change to a wolf.
Hope broke six eggs into a pan and started to scramble them, then moved on to fry up several thick slices of ham. Remus wasn't just tired after his long nights, he was always ravenously hungry. Hope had become a really good cook, especially at making large batches of food. Even though it was just the two of them, Hope had to go into town every week for more groceries.
After she'd taken two slices of ham and a scoop of eggs for herself, she slid the rest onto Remus's plate and started making some toast. She pulled a jar of her favorite raspberry marmalade from the cupboard and spread it over the toast as soon as it was done. She sat down with her meal across the table from Remus.
She didn't want to start the conversation. Remus might have a headache again, and if that was the case Hope didn't want to disturb him. She got headaches too, ones that were so bad they had her flat on her back in bed for days sometimes. Oddly, they usually seemed to occur right before something bad happened. The last one had been just before their nearest neighbor's house was struck by lightning and burned to the ground.
As breakfast was ending, Hope finally decided to start talking to Remus. "So, my birthday's coming up soon."
"Yes." He replied hesitantly.
"I was thinking, I might be old enough to have my own familiar now. I'm responsible, right? I can take care of an animal. Not a cat, since I'm allergic and you'd have an irresistible urge to chase it, but an owl maybe?" She asked, jutting her lower lip out a tad in an adorable pout. A night creature like herself would be perfect, she thought.
Remus glanced up at Hope, and quickly looked back down at his paper, trying to avoid giving in to Hope so easily. "We'll see. You'll need one before you go to Hogwarts this fall. We can get one when we buy your supplies for school; how does that sound?"
"Fantastic!" Hope leaped up so fast the table wobbled. She walked around the table to give Remus a hug, and then carried the plates to the sink. As she was washing the dishes, an owl knocked on the window. She went to open the window, but it was stuck. After attempting to pry it open with a knife, Remus walked over and easily opened the window. Hope stuck her tongue out at Remus, and he just rolled his eyes at her and went back to his paper.
A creamy envelope fluttered down into Hope's hand as the grey owl swished up and landed on the eaves. Hope fingered the swirling green writing on the outside. "Miss Hope Potter, the Second Upstairs Bedroom, 643 Broken Wand Lane, Smoky Vale, Yorkshire." She excitedly broke the seal, and tore the letter out of the envelope. Hope set aside a train ticket for Platform 9 ¾ and a key labeled Gringotts, whatever that was. She hurriedly unfolded the letter and began to read:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Miss Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"My invitation to Hogwarts!" Hope rushed in, brandishing the letter in Remus's face. He jumped, spilling tea down the front of his shirt.
"Oh, Hope, you nearly gave me a heart attack." Remus exclaimed. "I wondered when that letter was going to arrive." He took it from her and scanned the writing. "I remember when mine came. I was almost as excited as you. Well, in truth, maybe a little more so."
"We have to send a reply back." Hope told him. "I don't want somebody else to take my spot!"
Remus chuckled. "It doesn't work like that Hope, but we'll send a reply back first thing tomorrow."
"What else do we need to do Remus?" Hope asked him.
"Well, we'll need to get your books and supplies from Diagon Alley, and make sure you get on the train in time. You can't afford to be late that day." Remus told her.
"But we can't afford all this," Hope said quietly, scanning the list. Remus Lupin was far from a rich man, since it was hard for a werewolf to keep any steady employment. The pair made do and mended until what they had fell apart. Most of Hope's clothes had been patched multiple times and her boots didn't keep out water anymore.
"We don't have to. You're a Potter, Hope. You have an inheritance. That key that came in the letter is to your family's vault in Gringotts, the wizarding bank. We'll go there first and get all the money you'll need for your first year."
"Okay." Hope murmured.
"You'll finally get to meet your brother, too. He's going to get the same invitation you just did, and you'll be attending Hogwarts together. I'm sorry you could never meet him before, but it was for his own safety, and yours."
"I know Remus. I just hope he likes me." Hope whispered to Remus, suddenly unsure of herself.
"He'll love you, and so will everybody else." Remus assured her. Hope smiled at him, gave him a quick hug, and went to finish her morning chores.
A month later, Hope's birthday arrived. She woke up to a soft knock on her door. Remus walked in moments later with two small presents. She sat up in bed and tiredly smiled at her godfather. "Good morning Remus."
"Good morning Hope. Happy birthday!" He told her, gently handing her the two presents. She carefully opened the first one and it was a photo album. Flipping through the pages, she found the album covered in wizard photos of her parents and Remus from their school years, and young adulthood. The last page with pictures ended with her mother and father holding the twins. "This is your past. It's mostly empty for you to fill it with your future."
"Remus I love it!" Hope squealed, launching herself at him. He chuckled and patted her on the head before urging her to open the next present. It was a wizarding camera. "You shouldn't have bought me this Remus! You need the money." She exclaimed, looking at him in shock.
"I've been saving for this since you were little. You haven't gotten the best presents in the past and I wanted you to have something special to take to Hogwarts with you. Besides, you need something to take the photos that you are going to fill the album with." Remus responded to her before heading back downstairs to start breakfast.
Hope, now thoroughly awake, climbed out of bed and headed for the stairs. She could smell bacon frying and she realized that she was hungry. It was awfully kind of Remus to make breakfast for her, she thought, since he was still recovering from the full moon. He'd gotten up early to make this day special for her.
"I was thinking we'd go to Diagon Alley today and get your school supplies," Remus said when he set Hope's plate down in front of her.
"I'd love to!" Hope had never been to Diagon Alley before. She was almost too excited to eat, even though the meal was delicious. This was going to be the best birthday ever!
When breakfast was over and the dishes were washed and put away, Hope went upstairs to get dressed for going to Diagon Alley. Remus would take her by Side-Along Apparition, instead of using Floo Powder, which she hated. She got dizzy using it, and coming out of fireplaces always made her dirty.
Hope brushed out her long auburn hair, and wrapped a scarf around her neck in order to hide her lightning-bolt scar. She didn't particularly want to attract attention in Diagon Alley. She knew that being a Potter meant she was famous. She liked living with Remus because both of them tried to stay on the outskirts of society, avoiding attention. Hope knew how Remus felt about being a werewolf. She felt like one herself sometimes. People didn't really fear her, but they could hound her.
She'd stopped going to school two years ago after the other children wouldn't leave her alone, going on and on about how she'd survived Voldemort's spells. Sometimes she envied Harry his life with the muggles, who didn't know he was famous and thus didn't pester him. Remus had taught her spells at home for the last few years. He was an excellent teacher and Hope had mastered many simple spells already. She was extremely proficient at Defense Against the Dark Arts because Remus felt that she should be prepared to defend herself at all times, especially if he wasn't there to protect her. He worried about something happening to her when he was locked in his room during the full moon.
She finished dressing and went back downstairs, where Remus was waiting for her. He took her arm. "Are you ready?" He asked.
Hope nodded. She'd traveled this way a few times before, so it didn't bother her as much anymore. The first time Remus had taken her by Apparition, she'd passed out. It was embarrassing. Hope had a tendency to pass out in extreme situations.
She held tight as the now familiar feeling of being sucked through a straw took hold of her. She and Remus were only pulled along for a few seconds before she found herself back on solid ground, in the middle of Diagon Alley. Hope gasped as she glanced around at the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley. Her mouth gaped as she stared up at the tall houses, then brought her gaze back to the faces of the hundreds of people milling about the street. Most were families with children, some her age, some a little older. They must all be getting their school supplies for the new year at Hogwarts.
She tugged her scarf a little tighter against her neck, making sure no one could see her scar, although her red hair was almost enough of a giveaway. She walked close to Remus, half-hidden by him, watching the crowds with a nervous anticipation. She was sure it was only a matter of time before someone pointed her out and she and Remus were mobbed.
"Where do we need to go?" she asked in a small voice, feeling rather overwhelmed.
"We need to get money from Gringotts before we do any shopping," Remus said, pointing to the building at the end of the street. He gently grasped her elbow and guided her towards it. Gringotts was huge. Looming and grey, it dominated one end of Diagon Alley with its imposing façade. Hope shuddered a little as she and Remus stepped into the long shadow cast by the building. She felt dwarfed and too young to be here. This couldn't be real, she thought. She was sure she would wake up and find she'd dreamed it all.
They walked through the huge front doors of the wizarding bank and into a huge, cavernous-looking room filled with goblins. Hope stayed close to Remus, slightly hiding behind his back. The goblins looked frightening, with their long claws and horrible dispositions. The two walked to the back of the room, where there was a desk taller than Hope. She stared up at a fierce-looking goblin sitting there.
The goblin leaned over the tall desk, staring down at Hope with a scowl, his pointy grey ears quivering. "Already had one of you Potters in here today." Hope hid her face in Remus's robes.
"That means Harry's already been here, then," Remus said to her, then turned to the goblin. "We have a key for vault 687." He held it out to the goblin who examined it and then grunted.
The grey creature led them to a mine cart with a lantern hanging near the front. She and Remus climbed in with the goblin. The cart moved off swiftly of its own accord, speeding down into the caverns below Gringotts. Hope clung to Remus as the cart swerved around corners and sped along straight sections of the track. She didn't like the rapid motion; it was making her almost as queasy as the Floo powder did.
Finally they arrived at the vault and Hope stumbled out of the cart, almost falling down into the abyss below. Luckily Remus grabbed her arm and pulled her onto the ledge in front of the vault. "Careful sweetheart, we don't want you to die before you go to Hogwarts." Remus chuckled and she rolled her eyes at him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She grumbled, giving Remus an innocent smile when he glared at her. By this time, the goblin had opened the vault and Remus and Hope stepped inside. Hope's mouth fell open in shock when she saw the piles of gold filling most of the room. "Oh my goodness!" She squealed, slapping Remus on the arm. "This is fantastic!"
Remus swiftly moved himself out of her of flailing arms reach and began to fill a pouch with the coins. When he had filled the pouch, he pulled Hope back out of the vault and helped her get back into the cart. Then they promptly returned to the surface. Remus thanked the goblin, and tugged Hope out of Gringotts and back into the streets of Diagon Alley.
"First thing to do is to get you some Hogwarts robes." Remus told her. Hope nodded and they began to walk towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Luckily, nobody was in there so Madam Malkin got started on her measurements right away. After working for a while, Madam Malkin had successfully finished her uniform. Hope glanced at her reflection in the mirror and nearly gasped. I look so much like my mother! Her eyes widened as she realized that. With her flowing red hair and the new black robes, she was obviously Lily Potter's daughter.
"You look wonderful," Remus said hoarsely as she twirled to show off the newly fitted robes. "You remind me of my own Hogwarts days." Hope returned to the back room to take off the robes and change back into her street clothes. She and Remus walked out, brushing shoulders with a pale-haired woman and her son. Hope was too lost in her daydreams of Hogwarts to notice them, or the tall, bearded man leading a black-haired boy who followed soon after.
Next to Madam Malkin's was a store selling muggle-type clothes. Hope would need a new wardrobe for school, since her old clothes were so patched and worn. She wandered through the racks of clothing, picking out various clothes that suited her style. She'd never had the luxury of being able to pick out whatever clothes she wanted before, and it was fun to try on different things and decide what she liked. She tried to convince Remus to let her buy him some new clothes too, but he kept insisting that he didn't need anything. After Hope had chosen her new clothes, Remus arranged with the shop owner to have the clothes sent to their house so that he and Hope would not have to carry them all day.
The next stop was Flourish and Blotts, where Hope bought all of her books for class. There were a lot of them and they were really heavy, but luckily Remus knew a spell that would lighten them and make them easier to carry. Then they made their way to the various stores to pick out a pewter cauldron and glass phials. They continued throughout the alley and bought a telescope and brass scales. Finally it was time to go to Ollivander's and buy a wand.
As she walked in the doors, she noticed an object hurdling towards her head. Hope ducked just in time, as a wand box whizzed over her head and smashed into the wall. She stared at the boy standing in shock in the middle of the room, holding a wand gingerly as if it would explode. He was about the same height as she was, and he had thick black hair that looked vaguely familiar to Hope. Then he turned and looked right at her, and she gasped a little as his eyes met hers. She knew who he was. Her brother: Harry Potter.
She had never even seen a photograph of him, but she knew him instantly. He looked just like her father in the picture of his Hogwarts friends Remus had sitting on his mantel, all except for his eyes, which were their mother Lily's.
"Harry?" Hope leaped to her feet. "Harry, it's me, Hope!" She was halfway across the room, ready to wrap him in a giant hug, when she saw the blank look on his face. He looked as if she were some crazy person who was about to attack him. "Harry, I'm your sister!"
"What?" Harry's brows knitted in a frown. "That's impossible, I don't have a sister." Hope felt a crushing weight descend on her chest, squeezing out her breath. Her own brother didn't know her. She knew most of his true history had been kept secret from him for his own safety, but she couldn't believe that the Muggles he lived with hadn't at least told him he had a twin! She'd been looking forward to this meeting for so long, and now it was all going horribly wrong. She almost felt like crying.
"Perhaps Hagrid forgot to mention that one bit of information," Ollivander said, standing up from where he'd been hiding from the flying boxes. He picked up several of them and replacing them on the shelves. "Be with you in a moment Miss Potter, I need to finish with your brother first." Hope shyly nodded at him, looking behind her to see Remus entering the building.
Remus immediately noticed Hope's heartbroken expression and glanced at the boy in front of her, connecting the dots instantly. He walked over to Hope and wrapped his arm around her, protectively pulling her into his side. Finally, Harry had found his wand. It glowed brightly around him and a breeze blew through the room. Hope could immediately tell that that wand was incredibly powerful and perfect for her brother.
Harry paid for his wand and then it was Hope's turn. She noticed that Harry was still standing there watching her, and became very self-conscious. She didn't want to make a mess in front of him; she wanted to impress him. Ollivander smiled at her encouragingly and handed her a wand.
Hope lifted the wand, feeling a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. This wand felt right. Hawthorn, 10 ¾ inches, it was the perfect size for her hand, but more than that it felt right. Something about it was perfect. She raised her wand and Ollivander ducked in what was probably a reflex move. He'd likely had a lot of new Hogwarts students in here making a disaster, Hope thought. She lifted the end of her wand and flicked it. Showers of red and gold sparks blazed out, filling the air in the shop.
Hope and Harry looked at each other and grinned. "I guess we are related after all." Harry exclaimed. Hope just smiled shyly back at Harry and nodded. Remus chuckled softly at the two of them, and nudged Hope to pay Ollivander. She did and the older man kindly thanked her, but began to speak before she and Remus could leave.
"Curious, very curious." Ollivander murmured. Beside Hope, Remus stiffened, already realizing what Ollivander was about to say.
"Sorry, but what's curious?" Harry asked Ollivander, glancing at Hope and Remus nervously.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. and Miss Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix, whose tail feather resides in your wands gave one other feather, just one. It is curious that you should be destined for these wands when their brother gave you those scars." Ollivander replied, pointing at Harry's scar, and gesturing towards Hope's neck.
"And...Who owned that wand?" Harry asked him. Hope also stiffened at this point, realizing who owned the wand, and why the brother and sister wands had chosen them.
"Oh, we do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why, but I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you two. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things...terrible, yes, but great."
Ollivander looked like he wanted to say more but a knock on the window interrupted the conversation.
"Harry! Harry! Happy Birthday!" Hagrid was standing at the window with a cage holding a white snowy owl in his hand.
"Wow!" Harry replied, looking at the owl in amazement.
Hope and Remus followed Harry out of the store, and had attempted to walk away when Hagrid called to them, "Remus, Hope, it's so good to see you two!"
Remus and Hope turned back to the others. "Hello Hagrid, it's been a while hasn't it? How have you been?" Remus spoke to Hagrid while Hope shied from the giant man slightly.
"Good, good. Just helping young Harry out," Hagrid replied. "Would you two like to join us for supper?"
Remus glanced at Hope for a second before replying, "We need to pick out an owl for Hope but then we would love to."
Hope looked over at Harry, who was holding his owl's cage and talking to the owl inside. Working up her courage, she walked over to him. "What are you going to call her?" she asked hesitantly.
"I haven't decided yet. She needs a good name for a wizard's owl."
"How about Hedwig? She was a saint from the medieval ages."
"That sounds wonderful." Harry looked back to the owl. "Hedwig," he said, testing out the name. The owl hooted in response, and the two laughed. Then Hope felt Remus's hand on her shoulder.
"Ready to go get your own owl, Hope?" Remus questioned quietly.
"Yes!" Hope walked off with him. "See you at dinner, Harry!"
Remus and Hope walked into Eeylops Owl Emporium, which was filled with cages of owls. Some were fluttering about, some hooting, others sitting quietly. There were all sizes, from an adorable pygmy owl to a majestic Great Grey Owl. Hope didn't know what owl to choose. They were all amazing. She wanted one that could carry a letter for her, but not one that was almost as big as she was!
As she walked through the shop, Hope suddenly noticed a pair of black eyes staring right at her. She looked into the cage, noticing the label, which read "Ural Owl-Male." The owl was beautiful, with black-speckled white feathers and a cute round face.
"Remus, I think I found one," Hope called. She held out her hand toward the cage and the owl hooted softly, moving along its perch until its soft feathers brushed against her hand. Remus smiled when he saw Hope and the owl.
"It likes you," he said, picking up the cage and walking toward the front, where Hope paid for the owl. Then they walked back outside.
"I think I'll call him Speck," Hope said, stroking the owl's soft feathers through the bars of his cage. Speck hooted softly. Harry will probably think it's funny that I just chose a 'normal' name for my owl when his has a wizarding name, but that's okay, she thought to herself.
The two stopped outside the Leaky Cauldron, where Hagrid had told them they'd meet for lunch. Hagrid and Harry were already inside, sitting at one of the tables. They moved to make more room for Remus and Hope when they came in.
"Your owl is great!" Harry said, looking at the cage Hope was holding. "What did you name him?"
"Speck."
"What?"
"Speck."
"What? Why would you name it that?"
"Why not?" Hope was beginning to feel offended. She could name her owl whatever she wanted!
"I just thought…because you suggested Hedwig for mine, that you'd pick a magical-sounding name for yours too."
"Well, I didn't. I've spent my entire life in the wizarding world so I'm not as fascinated by trivial wizarding facts as you are!" Hope snapped. Harry looked at her in shock and she realized exactly what she said. "Oh my goodness, I'm sorry! I didn't mean that!" She exclaimed but the damage had already been done. Harry was upset with her. He stalked off and sat down at the table as far away from her as he could.
Hope collapsed onto the bench next to Remus, barely gulping back tears. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded, I really didn't." Remus put his arm around her shoulder.
"It'll be all right, Hope. He'll forgive you soon enough. He's still adjusting to all this, you know. It's a whole new world to him, and he doesn't like being reminded that he grew up in a place he didn't really belong."
During the meal, Hope was too distressed to eat. She swirled her spoon aimlessly in her bowl of soup, pretending to eat whenever Remus looked her way.
Hagrid noticed the silence at the table, but misinterpreted the cause. "You all right, Harry? You seem very quiet. Ever since Ollivander told you about them wands, you haven't been yourself."
Harry seemed to snap out of his reverie. "He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who gave me this. You know, Hagrid, I know you do."
Hagrid gave a deep sigh and pushed away the large bowl of soup in front of him. "First, and understand this, Harry, 'cause it's very important. Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go. And his name was V-...his name was V-..." Hope shrank into Remus's side, knowing what was about to come. She'd heard this story before, and it still terrified her and made her sad.
"Maybe if you wrote it down?" Harry asked.
"No, I can't spell it." Hagrid insisted. "All right. His name was Voldemort."
"Voldemort?" Harry repeated, far too loudly. Hope flinched.
"Shh!" Hagrid, Remus and Hope all whispered together.
Hagrid launched into an explanation. "It was dark times, Harry, dark times. Voldemort started to gather some followers, brought 'em over to the dark side. Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill 'em. Nobody...not one. Except you two."
"Us? Voldemort tried to kill...us?" Harry asked. Hope was now completely out of sight behind Remus's cloak, sobbing silently into his shoulder.
"Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead, Harry. A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse...and an evil curse at that." Hagrid said.
"What happened to Vo-...to You-Know-Who?" Harry asked curiously.
"Some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's out there, still, too tired to go on. But one thing's absolutely certain. Something about you stumped him that night. That's why you're famous, Harry. That's why everybody knows your name. You're the boy who lived."
"Oh. But…Hagrid, you said the curse left a scar. Why doesn't Hope have one?"
"She does, just not in the same place as yours. Your scar is on your forehead, since you were looking right at You-Know-Who when he said the curse. Hope had turned and hid her face in your shoulder. The curse hit her in the side of the neck, where her scar is. But she already knew all that, Remus told her." Hope flinched at the reminder of her life in the wizarding world. She didn't dare look in Harry's direction.
The rest of the meal passed in an uncomfortable silence. No one wanted to bring up the story of the twins again, and both children were silent, affected by the reminder of the horrific events of the past.
Finally, Hagrid stood and motioned to Harry that it was time for them to go. "Good to see you again, Remus. Hope, I'll see you at Hogwarts," he said as he and Harry walked out the door. Hope and Remus left shortly after. Hope was still upset, both from her fight with Harry and from the mention of their parents' death. She and Remus gathered her school supplies and apparated back to their house in silence.
When they arrived at the house, Hope separated herself from Remus and ran up the stairs to her room, flinging herself onto her bed and sobbing loudly into her pillow. Remus sighed tiredly and silently put her things away for her, slowly following her up to her room to comfort her.
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