Prologue
Early one mid-July morning, Harry Potter could be found looking out of his bedroom window, down onto his garden where flowers and shrubs have been skilfully planted by this wife, Ginny, were in full bloom. He was not surprised in the slightest when, with a 'crack' sound, two people had appeared out of thin air, among the trees of the woods across from his house. Harry smiled as they crossed the quiet, sun-lit road and into the garden.
One of the two was a middle-aged woman with silver threads wisping through her black hair. She had a cloak around her shoulders despite the warmth of the morning. This did not look odd for anyone who knew her though, as the cloak was concealing gaudy scars that she had received over ten years ago.
The other was a young pre-teen boy who sported bright yellow hair. It was to Harry's presumptions that his hair colour today was influenced by the sun. The boy, about a head shorter than the woman, bounced excitedly and detached his arm from her's.
With a silent laugh, Harry turned to see his wife still quietly sleeping, the duvet of their bed wrapped around her small frame. She looked far too peaceful for Harry to disturb, so he crept out of the room, wrapping his dressing-gown around his body. He stopped momentarily on the landing, listening for the possible sounds of his own children rising up to the summer day.
Harry could see the silhouettes of the two people through the window. He jumped the last few steps of the stairs, opening the door before there would be a knock, waking his sleeping family.
As soon as Harry pulled open the front door of his son, he was pounced upon by his eleven year old godson, who wore a toothed grin, plastered across his face.
"I got it!" he cried before Harry hushed him. The boy repeated himself but in a low whisper. The boy shoved a parchment envelope with the boy's address written in emerald green ink that he recognised as his old Transfiguration professor's script.
Theodore Remus Lupin had received his Hogwarts letter.