Guendolen

"Guen, we need to go to Diagon Alley!" Talia called up the stairs.

"Coming, Mom!" Guendolen, now 13 years old, put away the book she was reading, grabbed her purse, and ran down the stairs. Her mom smiled at her.

"I can't believe you're already going into your third year," she said. "You're getting so big!"

"Mooom..." Guendolen moaned, walking out the front door. Now that she was 13 and in her third year at Hogwarts, she didn't want Talia treating her like a kid. She climbed into the little blue VW Bug, her mom getting in on the driver's side. They were soon in Diagon Alley.

"We need to stop by Gringotts," Talia said to Guendolen. Guendolen wasn't listening, though; she had spotted one of her friends.

"Aileen!" she yelled, waving at the red-haired girl. Guendolen's own hair had darkened over the years from her mother's blonde to her father's black. Aileen ran over, a bag of school supplies already slung over her shoulder.

"Hi!" Aileen said once she was in front of her best friend. "Have you got any shopping done yet?" Guendolen shook her head. "We just got here."

"Then we can shop together! I've only been to the apothecary." Aileen nodded towards the shopping bag in her hand.

"Awesome!" The girls began walking towards the book store, chatting about everything they could think of and leaving Talia behind.

"I'm going to Gringotts!" she yelled after her daughter.

"Ok, Mom!" Talia smiled and turned around, running right into someone. The black haired man looked shocked, but then smiled.

"Hi, Talia!" he said cheerfully.

"Harry!" Talia threw her arms around the young man. "It's been so long since I've seen you!" She stepped back.

"Well, I've been very busy, being an Auror and all," he said.

"Mom!" Guendolen yelled, running towards her. "Mom, I need some money..." Her words trailed off when she saw Harry.

"Uncle Harry!" she squealed, grabbing him in a huge bear hug. "I haven't seen you since I was, like, nine!" Harry laughed.

"Like I was telling your mom, I've been very busy," he said. Aileen walked up, looking very confused. Guendolen walked back a few steps to stand beside her.

"Harry, this is my best friend Aileen. Eileen, this is my uncle Harry. Well, he's not really my uncle, but he's just always been around." Aileen smiled dreamily.

"Hi," she said shyly. Guendolen gave her a strange look; she was never shy. Aileen leaned towards her.

"He's cute," she whispered. "How old is he?" Guendolen kept herself from laughing.

"27, I think," she replied. Aileen thought about this for a second.

"Too old for me?" she asked.

"Definitely."

The majority of the afternoon was spent shopping, with Harry and Aileen tagging along. Harry and Talia were talking non-stop, as were Guendolen and Aileen were. When all the shopping was finally done, Harry gave Talia a big hug.

"Send me an owl sometime," he told her.

"Don't worry, I will," she replied. Harry reached up and ruffled Guendolen's hair, which she smoothed back down with fake annoyance.

"See ya later, kid," he said.

"Bye Harry!" she said, giving him a hug too. When she was done, Harry nodded towards Aileen.

"Nice to meet you," he said kindly.

"Yeah, bye," Aileen said quietly. Harry started to leave, but stopped.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" he pulled a ratty bit of parchment out of his cloak pocket and handed it to Guendolen. She gave him a questioning look.

"It's the Marauder's Map," he explained. "Your mother knows how to use it." He winked in Talia's direction, then Disapparated.

That night, Talia climbed the stairs, exhausted. She paused by Guendolen's bedroom door, listening to see if she was asleep yet. She heard her talking to someone.

"Yeah, I just went to Diagon Alley and got all my supplies. We saw Harry there. Look what he gave me!" There was silence.

"Really? You did? That's so cool!" Talia's face scrunched up in confusion. The phone was downstairs on its cradle; she had seen it right before she walked up the stairs. No one was in her room; Talia would've heard their reply. Talia took a step back and shook her head. She was tired; she could deal with it in the morning. She walked down the hall to her bedroom and shut the door.