Her mother kissed her head and tucked her more firmly in before walking out of her room and shutting the door snugly behind her. The little girl lay down in bed, watching the faint glow of the moon play across her blanket. The house was so quiet again, without any of her brothers home. Not even one. But that didn't bother the little girl right now, she was too busy remembering who she'd met that day.

Well, 'met' was a little forward, but to the little girl's mind they were already practically friends. Her hero, her favourite bedtime story, the champion of her world. He'd been right there! She'd vibrated with excitement, pointing and jumping and calling her mother's attention to the boy. Her mother had hushed her, but craned her neck around all the same. That night she'd insisted her mother tell her the story again, of the boy who had saved the world - when he was just a baby, too. She'd been so involved in the story she couldn't bear to hear it end, so her mother had retold it three more times before insisting it was time for bed.

She wasn't even tired.

Now she was eagerly waiting for an owl from one of her brothers. She wanted - she needed - to know what it was like going to school with him, what it was like being near him, what he was like, the Wizarding World's young hero.

He was her favourite wizard, even more than Merlin or Dumbledore or her daddy or even her biggest brothers. He was her favourite and she couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts next year and meet him. They'd be friends, they had to be. Maybe he'd even hold her hand.

She flushed so red her face felt hot. There was no way she was going to sleep tonight.


So! Last was the Hufflepuff Metamorphmagus Miss Tonks (at least in this stage of the timeline above, a 'Miss', I mean ;) ) and my favourite werewolf, Remus Lupin. Hooray! I hope you got that one, although no one said so. It wasn't too hard, was it? :3 Anyway, go on and guess this one here. I dare you!

Taking care to be low-profile at work so I can not do work and do this,

Hermitt