I Will Never Tell

"Grand-papa! Grand-papa!"

"Well, what is it? You look like you've just killed a bear!"

"Look! Look! I found it, just like you asked for! Now, we can make that potion to make grand-mama feel better!"

"Oh, you did? Did you now? Let me see it! Come on, we don't have all day!"

The southern wind was bringing warmth once again after the cold winter. The trees were once more covered in green dresses. The birds were singing their usual spring songs and flying freely enjoying the first hot spring days. The flowers festooned the plain green grass in their myriad of colors and decorated the peaks of mountains and valleys. The sky was clear from clouds and rain, and the sun had a safe passage to envelop England in warmth and comfort.

A boy of seven was joyfully playing with his pup and walking hand in hand with his grandfather. His light curls encircled his face and were gently raised into the sky by the wind. In his hand he held a branch of nettles for a Boil-Cure Potion.

"That's it! You got just what I wanted! Now we can go home and brew that potion."

"Can I help you grand-papa, please?"

"Remus! You know that your parents are against any magic work before you go to Hogwarts." The boy lowered his big blue eyes and started playing with his fingers. The old man was running his long thin fingers through his gray hair. "Ok Remus, we'll brew that potion together, but no word to your parents!"

"Yes grand-papa!" Remus capered towards the house, as his little golden dog ran after him.

" Mummy!" Remus jumped off the wooden stool and ran towards a young woman that stood in the entrance with her arms opened wide. He hugged her tightly and buried his face in her soft brown hair.

"How's your grandmother doing?" She asked smiling. Her voice rang through the room.

"She is great! Grand-pa and I found the needed ingredients and brewed her a potion! We gave it to her this morning, and she's feeling much better!"

"You brewed a potion!" She asked almost screaming. Remus's grandfather ran into the room with his wand ready.

"Ooops…I wasn't supposed to tell you anything." Remus's face fell with disappointment. He looked at his mother's worried face and back at his grandfather.

"What's all the commotion about?" A tall man entered the small house. His hands were full of fruits and vegetables. Under one arm he carried a watermelon and under the other a bag of apples. His gray eyes looked around the room and scanned every single face. "Well, what's going on here?" He said still smiling and lowering the bags.

"Your father decided to go against us and teach our son magic!" She screamed.

"Come on Josephine! Nothing bad will come of him learning how to make a simple potion that will help his grandmother. He is seven and can learn anything he wishes. Besides, I know it from experience that it is wise to know some things before entering Hogwarts. It would give him an advantage over other kids." Remus's face glowed with happiness. He always knew that his father was on his side, and even he taught him some spells while his mother was away.

"That is the problem. Those people that think they know it all always get into trouble. I don't want my son to be another trouble maker just like you and those friends of yours. I want him to be presentable and honest!"

"I'm honest mom! See, I've told you what I've done! I didn't hide anything!" His father and grandfather chuckled, but their face became strait as soon as Josephine looked at them.

"Don't think that this is the end of our conversation Henry Lupin! We'll finish it when we get home." She said forcefully shifting her gaze at her father-in-law. "How is Marry?"

"Oh, her boils are almost gone. She's fine, as far as I'm concerned. There's nothing to worry about."

"Dad, I told you many times to be a med wizard, but you always refused. Seriously, I don't know why. You are so good at it."

"I like to practice my medicine at home, not outside with those wizards that claim that they are saving people's lives. They are not doing such a thing! How many muggles have died because of their incompetence!"

"But father…they are muggles…they have their own…doctors they call them?"

"I don't care who they are! If they were hurt by wizards then they are treated by wizards and are not left alone to die!"

"Can you two continue this conversation somewhere else!" Josephina shouted at them. "We have a child here!" The two men looked at her with the most respect and took their little debate outside to the patio.

"What were they talking about, mama?"

"Nothing dear…Lets go see how your grandmother is doing, and you can tell me about your adventures with grandfather." She was always interested in the knowledge that her son had acquired, even if it was magical. The only reason she opposed of teaching magic to him at such a young age were the circumstances of the time. She was scared that dark wizards would take him away from her, forever.