Chapter Six: Timeless
Dear Harry,
Remus and I were surprised and pleased to receive your letter. Poor Hermione…I once had a similar encounter with a mold-flavored Every Bean. Your father told me it was lime.
As you can see, we've sent your Invisibility Cloak, along with your compass for your broomstick. (Remus found it when he was dusting in your room this morning.) Things have been fairly quite around here lately. Reme is busy at work and I'm doing "things-that-must-not-be-named", as he calls them.
I suppose by now you've heard about the Montrose Magpies' tragic loss to the Chudley Cannons. Well, I find it tragic. Ron is probably ecstatic. My God, what did they think they were doing?! I can't remember the last time their Chasers played so badly. Remus and I were listening to the game on his wireless and he had to keep telling me, "You don't need to scream like that, it's only a Quidditch match." Two hours later I was still muttering under my breath about it.
Harry, I know it must seem to you that all I do lately is give advice, but here's one last little bit, if you can take it. If you ever find someone whom you love so much that even the thought of losing them makes your heart stop for a second, don't let fear get in the way. Ever.
Not signing my name in case this letter is intercepted,
S.
P.S. Remus wants to add something…
Harry: Don't let all of S's advice intimidate you. Even if you make more mistakes in your life than the two of us have combined, we will always be there for you. Remus.
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On the wall in the stairwell of the house, there were many photographs. Pictures of laguidly beautiful dark-skinned men, of red-haired girls, of family members, of dark and messy-haired boys past and present. But the one loved most by the occupants of the house was of two lovers, holding each other close. For eternity.
THE END
Author's Note: This is the end of the IfInThe Series. Once again, I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.