New Expectations..

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Hayley sat on her bed; watching peacefully as she watched the sun sink beneath the earth. She knew she was grinning like a ninny, but she couldn't help it. Her face muscles couldn't stop from contracting and turning into the widest smile that played her face in months.

Hayley had just witnessed probably the best scene in the history of a lifetime; Mrs. Kenbreak getting fired.

Hayley knew she should feel somewhat sorry for the elder women, but for some reason she didn't. Just hearing the words:

"I'm sorry Jill, but Hayley's attending Hogwarts now. She will truly miss you and we appreciate everything you've done for her these last six years."

Well hearing that come out of her mother's mouth was like hearing an angel speak those words to her.

Just being with Mrs. Kenbreak for the past six years; five days a week, for five hours a day, just reminded her that she wasn't going to Hogwarts and was stuck here. But not anymore, her smile grew as she remembered the events of this morning...

(Flashback, morning)

Hayley had been lying sound asleep in her bed. She like every night; didn't get any sleep. Those dreams were haunting and playing her mind again, and the anxiety of the Hogwarts acceptance was just another thing to add to her head aches, and sweaty nervousness. But that was before her mother flew the door open and ran over to her bed.

"LOVE WAKE UP!"

Hayley groaned into her pillow. Only three hours of sleep, and her mother was already awake with the dawn. Hayley felt the sun stab her face as her mother opened the curtains. A routine she did every wake up session.

"Mum, please no Kenbreak today.."

"No love, no more Mrs. Kenbreak, just wake up for mummy."

The last few words caught Hayley's attention at her mother's pleading voice.

'Wake up for mummy? What the hell..'

Hayley turned over while rubbing her tired eyes. She looked up into her mothers eyes; eyes of excited crispy brown, eyes so unlike her emerald orbs.

"Mum are you alright," said Hayley, watching as her mother was bouncing on the balls of her feet; like a small child would do if they got candy. And a smile that could of gone from London to China from how far it stretched. That's when Hayley noticed she was holding a letter in her hands. Hayley looked up into her mother's face, not daring to believe it.

"...Mum...."

"YOU'RE GOING TO HOGWARTS!!" screamed Jane.

Hayley sat in awe, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. She felt tears sting her eyes as she heard those words. Words she's longed to hear since age eleven. After six years, her wish was answered.

Jane was beyond holding in her excitement anymore. She grabbed Hayley by the shoulders and pulled her in for a tight hug. Hayley knew she was crying. It wasn't hard to figure out when you add up the snuffing and wet tears hitting your shoulders.

"Oh my baby's all grown up," said Jane, holding Hayley tighter to her. Hayley smiled again letting more tears spill out. She didn't speak, she knew her mother; like her, had wanted her to attend Hogwarts for so long. But Will just refused. That was all over now; she was going, away, away from everything. Hayley just sat letting her mother soak in her happiness with her.

"It's just like yesterday you were my beautiful little angel, you - you with your huge green eyes as a baby, and your beautiful mess of black hair, and I could just hold you all night long but nope...Not anymore, you're all grown up, with your beautiful eyes, and you're thick raven hair - my baby, my Lily."

Hayley felt her mother grip her tighter as she pulled away, still holding her shoulders tightly. Her face was shinning with tears. It was killing the moment in Hayley's opinion or maybe it was just that little speech her mother had said.

Why was, her mother and father calling her by her middle name all of the sudden? Hayley wiped the left over essence of salty tracks off her face, sniffing her nose at the same time.

"Wow, mum you have no idea - when am I going?"

That was about the only question swimming in her head now, that alone with many others. But this one was the first in line.

"Halloween night baby," said her mother wiping her face as well of salty streaks. Finally letting go of Hayley's shoulders, which at this point were raw red at how hard she was gripping them.

"But Halloween that's three days from now, don't I need supplies?"

"You have it all love, you've already got your books for sixth year, your wand, and robes, well yeah you have plenty of those," said her mother gesturing to the dresser that lay a few feet ahead.

"Mum...where's dad?"

"He's downstairs, he didn't want me to wake you."

(End flashback)

Hayley smiled as she recited that memory. A memory she was sure she was going to take to the grave with her.

'That was probably the first time I hugged her in..months, let alone cry on each other.'

But Hayley nearly cared anymore. But something else was still bothering her. Her mothers words were still ringing in her mind...'My Lily' repeating itself over and over again.

Will on the other hand, was a bit surprising with his emotions to Hayley. He didn't cry, nor did he yell. He held Hayley tight for a long time, not letting her go. Hayley was freaked out by her parents' emotions; never really experiencing them to this phase. She didn't understand why they were acting like the letter was pronouncing her death sentence.

Three days - she was leaving home in three days. She still was in complete shock. She wasn't at all nervous now, but she knew that would change, and soon enough she hoped. She had only three days to get used to this....

Three days slowly turned into two, as the new day approach.... 'Don't panic it's going to be alright, you'll do fine --'

Then two days slowly turned into one.

Hayley was on the belief that her parents had bewitched the clocks to make time fly faster. She barely even slept the night before her departure. But as she woke up the next morning, she had the sickness of a pregnant woman in her stomach. She was lying flat on her bed; wide awake. She felt like this was the first morning in a year that she had actually gotten up with the sun. Then the door burst open and in walk Jane and Will smiling like mad at there soon-to-be-Gryffindor.

"Look at our baby Will," said Jane, referring to Hayley like she was just a new born in a crib; with them leaning over and observing her.

"She's all grown up, it's just like yesterday I put her on her first broomstick," said Will smiling at Jane. Hayley snorted at there trying. But she still felt extremely sick. Trying to divert her parents' from running and grabbing the family album from there room and showing her pictures of her past self (as her mother loved to do when she felt that Hayley was too old to be there little baby anymore.)

"How am I getting there?" asked Hayley, sitting up slightly, and leaning back onto her pillows.

"Dumbledore is sending an old friend. He is coming tonight, your going to Floo there. Since you can't exactly take the train, but he owled last night," said Will.

"What's his name?"

"Remus Lupin," said Jane. Will exchanged looks of worry with his wife for a moment before turning back to there only daughter's anxious emerald depths.

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"How are you feeling Harry," asked Ron as Harry came down from the dormitory three days later, with the same sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"I'm fine Ron," said Harry sitting on the couch next to Hermione on his right and Ron on his left.

"Sleep well?" asked Hermione leaning over and planting a small kiss on his cheek. Harry on the other hand would have deepened the kiss if it hadn't been for the circumstances in his stomach. He barely acknowledged Hermione lean over and peck her soft lips on his skin.

He just sat there, staring into the left over ashes of wood and paper that laid in the fireplace; crisp black.

"Harry?" asked Ron, staring at him. Harry finally noticed he must have been staring into space again as heard the calls of the people next to him.

"What Ron?"

"Mione asked if you slept well."

"Yeah, same as every night."

"Harry come on; let's go out to the lake or something you know before it freezes, or go down to see Hagrid, get your mind off this," said Hermione, standing up and offering her hand to Harry.

Harry didn't reject. He knew if he just stayed up in his dormitory all day (which is what he wanted) Hermione and Ron would just come and drag him out.

The last three days had probably been the worst Harry has had to get through while attending Hogwarts. After he left Dumbledore's office three days previous, he just wanted to be alone. Harry knew Lupin must have informed Hermione and Ron of Sirius and Lupin telling him, since they had left him alone the second night to just lie in his bed all day and miss classes which he was already falling behind for, after the night he got drunk that is.

Everywhere he went his sister rang in his mind. Day in and day out. He would wake up with her in his mind, and fall asleep with her still there. He tried to cheer himself up by imaging what she might look like. ('If were twins, I hope she has mum's eyes') But this merely depressed him more, as to when he would finally get to see his sister, he wouldn't be able to hug or hold her like a brother should do.

What killed him most was that he had promised Sirius he wouldn't say anything to Hayley. ("It's not your place, its Jane and Will's") That Hayley would have to find out for herself, or her adoptive parents would have to tell her. This just infuriated Harry more. Someone who was supposed to be his parents' friends in Hogwarts, had pretty much betrayed them by keeping there daughter away from there son.

Sirius had told Harry to inform him immediately if anything had happened, or if Hayley had found out. Lupin on the good side of things, said that he would be staying at the Order along with Sirius, to accompany him if anything went wrong.

It was becoming more and more difficult for Harry to face public. He was started to assume that everyone in Hogwarts had a secret about him. The more and more Harry thought about it, every adult he ever knew had lied to him about this. Dumbledore, Lupin, Sirius, Hagrid, McGonagall, Snape, the Dursleys (despite how little they knew. Harry was pretty sure Dumbledore must have informed them of there niece in the letter he had left for them the night Harry was bought to there house) even Peter knew about Hayley and he didn't even tell him about her the night they found him in the Shrieking Shack. Even thinking of that made Harry more furious. He had the chance to kill someone who not only killed his parents, but was half the problem Hayley disappeared away from him fifteen years ago.

"Let's go see Hagrid," said Harry grabbing Hermione's hand and standing up. He started walking over to the portrait; Ron and Hermione on both his side.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked out into the crisp October air, feeling the wind sting there face at the temperature, as it prepared itself for the arrival of November; with a chilly breeze, and graying clouds. Harry pulled his cloak closer to him as they kept walking to the small hut. He could just see a small curving line of smoke coming out of the chimney.

Harry felt Hermione intertwine there hands together. He felt weird again, feeling the warmth run over his body from her hand. He turned and smiled at Hermione. Hermione smiled back at him, and suddenly for the first time in three days Hayley left Harry's head completely as he looked at the smile being shot at him.

As they reached Hagrid's cabin, Ron raised his knuckle and knocked twice.

Surprisingly there was no loud bark emerging from the door. Like the usual greeting they got from seeing Hagrid. Instead the door slowly opened and Hagrid's two beady eyes appeared behind the massive shag of black hair trapping his face and leaving only two little wholes of eyes for appearance.

"Come in Come in," smiled Hagrid gesturing them inside. Harry had the distinctive feeling that Hagrid had been crying as they stepped into the cabin. Harry looked over at the massive bed sitting in the corner of the small hut. The pillow had small water stains on the front, like someone had spilled small drops of water onto it, or if someone had been crying while they were laying there.

"Would yeh like some tea?" asked Hagrid getting up and walking over to the cabinet. Hermione and Ron both said yes but Harry barely above a whisper said a slow "no thank you."

Hagrid caught the tone in his voice and turned to look at him. Along with Ron and Hermione giving him reproachful looks. Hagrid frowned a bit at him, then turned back to grabbing the mugs out of the cabinet; that had been opened seconds before.

After the water was boiled and the room just sat in silence, Hagrid set down the three mugs in front of Ron, Hermione and himself.

Hagrid look at Harry one last time before he said "Sure you wouldn' like some tea 'arry?"

Harry shook his head slowly as he continued to stare at the ground, lost in to much thought to stay focused on the three people around him. He just wanted to get out, away from everyone, to be alone. But that wasn't what he really wanted and he knew he was lying to himself over the thought of it. He knew it and felt stupid for acting this weak.

'I just wanna see her.'

"Bet you lot can't wait until the feas' tonight eh?" said Hagrid taking a sip from his mug. Harry lowered his head even lower as he knew where this conversation was going. Hermione and Ron on the other hand both sent Hagrid looks that contained both wide eyes and mouths hanging open. Hermione started shaking her head back and forth, while nodding it at Harry at an attempt to say "Don't say it Hagrid" but no words came out.

Harry was at the attempt to just get up and run out, but he legs were suddenly paralyzed from moving. Why was he acting like this -- especially to Hagrid of all people. If it were he, who was in Hagrid's shoes he'd be the happiest person in Hogwarts right now. Someone who actually had the chance to meet Lily, James, and Hayley fifteen years ago. As Harry pondered more on the thought he suddenly knew how Hagrid must be feeling right now.

To have two people that were your friends to die, while there daughter disappeared and there son was taken away to his Uncle and Aunts for a life of misery. But now Hagrid was suddenly getting half of that back at the feast tonight. Awaiting the arrival of someone who's been ancient to the Wizarding World for fifteen years.

Harry bought his head up after the thoughts cleared a bit, and looked into Hagrid's eyes. He suddenly felt ashamed at himself for acting like this. He smiled at Hagrid which was returned in general.

"Look, I'm sorry Hagrid -" started Harry but Hagrid cut him off, with the shake of his shaggy head and the wave of his hand.

"No 'arry, don' be sorry at all. I know tis' a big day fer yeh."

"It's just, -- its hard to get used to you know," said Harry. For the first time in three days he was actually starting a conversation about his sister, ignoring the pain in his stomach as he thought more and more about her.

"I know 'arry."

"Does the whole school know or something?" asked Ron, taking his eyes off his best friend and turning them to Hagrid.

Hagrid looked shocked at Ron's question but slowly started nodding his head.

"Just the order," said Hagrid reaching for his mug again.

"What are they planning tonight?" asked Hermione.

"Well - on the accoun' of the new studen' not to mention someone the Wizardin' World pulled out there hair' looking fer, a big dinne' I image, Dumbledore probably be planning re'lly big."

Hagrid stopped talking and looked back at Harry. Half way through there 'little' chat, Harry's head slowly sunk back down to the ground.

"It's gonn' turn out okay 'arry, just wait, just wait," said Hagrid.

"It's just, I can't - d-do anything about it when I - you know see her tonight," said Harry.

"Sure you can Harry," said Hermione leaning over to him on the couch.

"You can give her a welcome hug, or talk to her at dinner, it's going to be alright!" She smiled brightly at her boyfriend before grabbing his hand and giving it a gently squeeze.

The rest of the stay was spent talking about the new Quidditch game coming up in three months (Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff) and the after several more "Sure no tea 'arry" from Hagrid, he finally accepted.

As dark was starting to set in around them, they pulled there cloaks back on and started heading up. Hagrid was right; it's going to be alright, everything will be okay. One of the things Harry kept telling himself as he checked his watch over and over again. As they walked into the warm castle, most of the teachers in the hallway were giving Harry sympathy looks, which only made him a tint mad. He didn't need there sympathy, not along with the anxiousness and pain in his stomach.

Once they reached the Common Room, they sat on the couch together warming up before the fire. Harry was slightly cheered up by Hagrid's words. He suddenly smiled a little as he reached for Hermione's hand which was resting dangerously next to his knee. He held it tight as he look into her eyes. He needed to ask her something, and he felt completely stupid for doing it but he would feel a lot better if it were her instead of him or Ron accepting the answer.

"Hermione.." he said timidly.

"Yeah."

"When Hayley gets here, could you - er you know, try and talk to her maybe - maybe even friends since she's new?"

Hermione looked shocked. She smiled at him before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips. When she pulled away she wasn't very far from his lips still, but she kept her gaze aimed into his eyes.

"Of coarse Harry, I would do that anyway, me and Ron both," she said setting her hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron smiled at Harry and nodded his head.

'That's better.'

Harry looked down at his watch for the hundredth time that night and looked at the time.

'Just two more hours..'

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Hayley sat on her Firebolt watching the sun set while she was about miles and miles above the ground.

She smiled sadly as she wiped away the last tear from her face. Once again it was Halloween, and that meant it was the day for her unexplained depression. She felt the tears coming on slightly right before dinner, and got out of the house and onto her broom just in time before they came spilling out. She hated this holiday. She never knew why, but she never was accustomed to it when her parents took her to 'trick-or-treat' let alone the depression.

She glanced down at her watch for the thousandth time that day.

'Just one more hour to back out.'

Hayley kept counting down all day. By now, Hayley was feeling like that if any food came down her throat it would just come right back up. Something she figured out today at breakfast, when her mother had insisted she try Isabella's new Kippers. After that she had to run to the bathroom, and just puked it all right back up.

As the day progressed Hayley had realized something. Something that scared her beyond reason. That at Hogwarts she was going to have to start over on a new life. Not literally in speaking terms. Making friends, a new home, and a new place adjusted to her. What if no one wanted to be her friend there? No it's not like here where you've been stuck for the past six years.

Hayley spent most of the day packing up her trunk. Packing extra robes, and books she would need, and most importantly her wand. Her father said he would send her an Owl once she was all settled in and more relaxed. Jane had spent most of the day crying over everything or anything she saw of Hayley...Pictures, clothes, shoes, combs, you name it, she cried over it.

Will had also had a little 'one-on-one' talk with Hayley or as he called it. Mostly this talk consisted of Boys, Boys, Quidditch, and Boys. Suddenly now Hayley couldn't believe she ever wanted to leave home. True Hogwarts has been her dream, but now with everything new happening, she just wanted to stay home.

'Your sixteen not six - you can do this.'

"Hey love, what are you doing way up here?" said a voice behind her.

Hayley jumped nearly falling off her broom. She turned to see her father smiling at her, sitting perched up on his Firebolt.

"Just needed - to think," she said turning her back on him and watching the sun set once again.

"I understand, your mother is having another fit so I left her to it," he chuckled to himself. Hayley didn't even laugh. She was still feeling the depression washing over her eyes; like her brain was tied to some remembrance of this day.

"Hayley are you alright," asked her father flying to her side and resting there.

"Yeah - Yeah I'm fine," she said wiping the last unknown tear away.

"You don't have to go you know, you can still change your mind."

"NO! - I mean no, I wanna go, just," Hayley sat for a minute thinking of a fast lie. "Just sad I'm leaving that's all."

'Good one Glenwood.'

"Well, just promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"That you'll get on the Quidditch team!"

"Ha-Ha I'll try."

"It's in your blood you will."

"What was your Gryffindor team like dad?" asked Hayley turning her broom slightly to face him. Will smiled broadly as the memories were flying through his head.

"We won every game."

"Really ever single one?"

"When we got our seeker yup, as you know I played chaser, and an old friend of mine named Josh Digles, he played Keeper, and then the other two chasers Ella Renate, and Ethan Hamblen, both the beaters were boys they were really good but to serious I thought, but they were Shane Hillock, and Eric Woodcock, and our seeker James Pott-"

Will stop talking immediately, right as his face went slightly pale.

"Dad are you alright?" asked Hayley to grabbing the end of his broomstick to keep him steady.

"Yeah I'm - I'm fine, just, I'm going to go down and see if your mother is alright," with that he turned his back on her and flew to the ground. Hayley stared at him confused.

'James Pott? What's he playing at?'

Sighing, she turned her broom around from the sun set, and started for the ground. She landed perfectly on the cold material and ran into the house. Jane and Will were talking in the kitchen when Hayley had entered. She just ignored them as she crossed the room; her head held high and her broomstick still clutched tightly in her hand. Once the door closed behind her Jane and Will went right back to talking.

Hayley ran up to her room; up the three levels of stairs. She slammed the door irrigated and mad. She turned and set her broomstick on her truck, which had been lying on her bed. Ready to be taken to Hogwarts. She realized she hadn't checked her watched in a while as she looked down.

"TEN MINUTES!" she screamed standing up from her bed. She ran to the mirror to check her appearance. She had chosen dark emerald robes for the feast. Her thick raven hair down as always; and also cascading down her shoulders, and most importantly; hiding her scar. Her emerald eyes were shinning green with her robes reflecting off them. She sighed to herself.

This was it, her last chance. No she wasn't going to turn this down, it's just a new school.

'It's your first school!'

Hayley sat on her bed. The depression completely gone now, but substituting it was a huge spot of anxiety.

That's when she heard her mother yell from up the stairs; her voice ten times louder then usual. She must have used the yelling charm to magnify her voice since she was yelling three stair levels up to her daughter's room. She listened closely to her mother's voice, echoing up to her.

"HAYLEY HES HERE, COME DOWN!"

Hayley's heart dropped. She was actually shaking from how nervousness she was. Before she left she checked in the mirror of how she looked. She saw sweat on her hair line. She took a soothing breath in and a breath out. Feeling slightly better she started walking towards the door.

Hayley walked slowly down to the living room where the fireplace lay. She was on the second level of the house and she could feel her heart beating in her throat. She gripped the railing tighter as she hit the last landing of the house. (Besides the basement)

She slowly crossed the kitchen as she heard the voices emerge full force into her ears.

She could hear her mother, father, and the man's voice talking...

'Lupin was it?'

It sounded vaguely familiar to Hayley. Like she had heard that voice many, many years ago...

Once she reached the door, something else came to her. It sounded like the people in the next room WERE NOT getting caught up in old reunions, rather then it sounding like they were fighting. Instinct taking over Hayley put her ear to the door as she listened to the words.

"Remus, look I know this isn't exactly easy," said her father.

"What did you think it was going to be Will, just me march in here after fifteen years of searching for her, half of England mind you, did you think I was just gonna take her and leave!"

"Look we didn't know about any reports or anything after we took her in."

"What are you talking about, it was everywhere -- it was huge for probably a year, Daily Prophet...even the Muggle's knew about it!"

"I'll go get Hayley, see what's keeping her," said Jane. Her voice sounded as if she didn't want this little row to go any farther then it was already heading, and that she didn't really need to be involved in it anyway.

Hayley after many years of doing this technique stood up quickly. She took in one last breath as she heard her mother's footsteps coming closer to her body. She put her hand on the white wood, and opened the door as she stepped into the living room.

The minute she stepped into the room, it immediately went dead silent. Hayley looked at her mother as she was beginning to feel uncomfortable under all the stares; especially the stare coming from Remus Lupin's face.

"Love, this is Remus Lupin, the man who's picking you up," said Jane, steering her over to where Remus was still staring at her wide eyed.

"Nice to meet you sir," said Hayley, extending her hand in front of Lupin. He just stared at her, like she was a ghost of some sort. After a while this began to get Hayley's nervousness to about a fast sweating pace.

"Would you like some tea Remus," asked Will, walking over and putting a hand on Hayley's shoulder. An act like he was showing Remus that he was protecting her in an attempt way. Remus stared at Will as if he had just hit Hayley rather then resting his arm on her shoulder.

"Er - no we've better be getting back, feast starts in less then an hour," said Lupin now staring at his watch and trying deeply to stare them away from Hayley.

Hayley turned to look at her father who still had his hand on her shoulder. He pulled his eyes off of Lupin who was currently staring at the pair somewhat wide eyed again.

"Hayley do you have your trunk ready?" said Jane, walking forward and also placing a hand on her shoulder. Hayley was now feeling so uncomfortable she was ready to bolt for the door at any passing second.

If an onlooker happened to look into the window of two Fairfax way; they would see a scene before them that looked something like a lion heard in the middle of the living room. Jane and Will were standing on Hayley sides, both with there hands on her shoulders looking like they were reading to pounce at any giving moment if Remus Lupin decided to change the plans of his trip and hurt their cub in anyway.

Hayley was started to feel the tension in the room heat up again, and trying to divert it another way, she shook her head at her mother.

"No er I'll go get it now."

As Hayley got out of her parents' tight grips, she started heading for the kitchen door. Right as she was about to lay her hand on the wood Lupin spoke up for the first time in three minutes:

"I'll help you there Hayley."

Hayley felt scared at this. The man's behavior before didn't display much for her to trust him, but for some reason deep down she did.

"Okay," she said pushing the door open and holding it for him. As Lupin nodded his thanks, Hayley caught a glimpse of her parents before the door closed.

Will was standing there stiff as a bone, clearly regretting letting Lupin help Hayley to her room. Jane also was standing in the same proper position, her husbands hands intertwined with her own.

Hayley frowned as she turned back to sandy-haired man, waiting for her by the long white carpeted staircase, his hand gripping the gold railing that connected into the wall. The stairs which Hayley usually slides down when she's in a hurry to get down the stairs instead of walking down the three sets.

"Lovely home you got," said Lupin, following Hayley up the stairs. Hayley didn't really know how to respond to that. It wasn't exactly her own home, but she said her polite 'thank-you' to be nice.

As they reached the first landing of stairs, Hayley began walking down the aisle that led to the second set of maroon carpeted staircase in the house. As they began to walk up, Lupin was slowing down a bit. Hayley could tell by hearing the 'clink clink' of his shoes on the carpet began to pace a little. She turned around and he was staring at the millions of pictures covering the wall. The only picture getting stared at in most admiration was the one of Hayley when she was eighteen months.

She watched as his eyes slowly traced every picture covering the huge wall. She didn't disturb him. He had a look on his face, like he just lost someone important in his life. His golden tired eyes examined every picture slowly filling with tears. As she watched him for some reason she was feeling the depression coming on to her again as well. The tears were hiding behind her eyes; daring to fall, and she could do nothing to stop them. Luckily enough she wasn't making enough noise for Remus to notice her unexcused hormones.

Once she got herself under control she looked back at Remus. His eyes were resting on a certain picture about half way up the wall. The tears still lodged up in his golden brown eyes and not trailing down his pale cheeks.

It was the picture that her mother took of Hayley and Will the day she first rode a broomstick when she was six. Hayley was smiling like mad in the picture, while Will was holding the broom and smiling at camera as well looking at Hayley like she was in a whole knew light.

Hayley glanced back at her watch and realized that they were going to be late if they didn't hurry.

"Mr. Lupin?"

"Please call me Remus," he said extending his hand for Hayley to shake. Slowly prying his eyes off the picture to turn towards her. Hayley looked at the hand in front of her, then feeling that trusting feeling float back into her stomach she grabbed it and shook it firmly. She felt weird at the mans touch, it was soft, but she just knew she had known this man before. But where?

As Hayley and Remus still stood there; shaking hands. Lupin's eyes mysterysly traveled up into the depths of her eyes.

"Lily," he said in the lowest whisper that Hayley didn't even hear the words come out, just his mouth form them.

Hayley was astounded at this. Now he was calling her by her middle name. Getting curious she asked:

"How did you know my middle name sir?"

"What oh - er Jane told me when I talked to her, now where is your room we'd better get going."

He walked past Hayley who was still staring at the back of his head. She had the distant feeling that this man was lying to her, but she nodded her head all the same and finished climbing the second set of stairs. After they reached the third level, Remus was so out of breath he was bending over trying to recover. Hayley who had reached the stairs in fine conditions, held the pleasure of not bursting out laughing. She had been climbing those stairs every day since she could even walk, and with her small body figure it seemed to be no problem.

Hayley began walking towards her room that lay at the end of the hallway. She was feeling a bit self-confident. She had never shown her room to an adult before, let alone someone she didn't know. She opened the door and walked in. Right as she turned to her bed she heard the gasp from Remus. Hayley's room was covered in Quidditch posters. Mostly of her favorite Quidditch teams the Chuddley Cannons and the Tornado's.

"See you're a Quidditch fan," chuckled Lupin as he watched one of the Tornado chaser's score; his body zooming in and out of view on his broomstick away from the prying eyes.

"Yeah my dad is, so I guess I've always been," said Hayley checking her trunk for anything she might have missed; for the tenth time that day.

Lupin seemed to be neglecting to tell Hayley something as he opened his mouth, but shut it quickly, as she turned to him with her trunk in her hand. Lupin extended his hand, and took the heavy trunk from the raven girl. She smiled her thanks and ran across the room to grab her Firebolt. Once she brought it back to Lupin's side his eyes went wide.

"You own a Firebolt?"

"Yeah, since a year ago, I got it on my birthday."

"Oh wow, consider yourself lucky -- well must be off then," Lupin said.

Heaving the trunk onto his shoulders and walking towards the stairs. Once they walked down the aisle with Hayley still holding her Firebolt close to her as she walked. When they had reached the stairs Lupin gave her a concerning look, while looking back at the stairs.

"Something wrong?" asked Hayley watching his weird expression after the next.

"Er-no nothings wrong, I'm just going to apparate down with your suitcase alright?"

Hayley tried to stop herself from laughing but nodded her head all the same. There was a loud pop and a second later Remus Lupin's body was gone, right along with her suitcase. Hayley was feeling a bit better now. Finally being able to be on her own again. She, like Remus; didn't want to walk down the three flights of stairs carrying luggage. So after many years of this process she placed her rear on the cold gold railing, hooked into the wall, and held her Firebolt close. Before she knew it she was speeding down the railing and had already reached the second level of the house. Hayley walked down the aisle of the hallway. Then she came upon the second level of stairs. Only this time she didn't slide down them but walked slowly, looking back at all the pictures Remus had been gazing at, before they went up.

Pretty much the proportion of this wall consisted of her, with very little pictures of Will or Jane. Hayley never paid much attention to this wall before. Yeah a few glances here and there while climbing the stairs but she never took the time to actually stare and focus on these pictures like Remus had done minutes before.

That's when Hayley noticed something of the wall. There were no infant pictures of her. True there were pictures when she was two, three, and even maybe four, but there were no real baby pictures of her. Pictures that were taken the day she was born, took her first step, said her first words. Why hadn't she ever thought of this before? Was is it that she didn't care anymore about herself as much as she did the boys down the street to even ask her parents for baby pictures of herself. She felt irritably dumb at herself for her selfishness. Sighing she turned from the wall, and began making her way down to her parents again. For there last good-byes, hugs and kisses.

When she reached the first landing, she was surprised there was no fighting coming from the kitchen this time. She began walking into the kitchen. She jumped back from where she stood as her mother scared her, standing at the stove, and fiddling with the kettle.

"Mum what are you doing?"

"Making tea."

"But - isn't that why we have a house elf?"

"Hayley what have I taught you about using the name like that, and besides Isabella has the day off, remember its Friday and Halloween."

"Don't remind me," mumbled Hayley, walking over to the door that lead into the living room. When she entered she saw Remus and Will sitting on the couch talking in a clam sort of way. Hayley could see some sort of hate in this man's eye, and exactly being directed towards her father.

"All set to go then?" asked Lupin, standing up slightly as Hayley laid her Firebolt against the wall. She nodded reluctantly not wanting to leave her parents side for seven long months, only now that's what it felt to her. It was hard to believe that even six days ago this is what she would give anything for, and now look at her; backing out at any chance.

"Sure you got everything love?" asked Will walking over to his 'baby-girl' looking down at her. The same look, like it was the first time he laid eyes on her.

"Yeah dad - besides you can always owl me if I forgot anything right?"

"Right...."

The door that led to the kitchen opened slowly and creakingly and out stepped Jane. She looked like she was trying very hard not to cry and keep herself calm, but emotions were winning with this women's head.

"I'm going to miss you so much," said Jane. Hugging Hayley into a death grip. She felt extremely embarrassed to have her mother be sobbing over her like this, when she was freaking sixteen and in front of an adult no less. But all the same, she still loved the attention, and knowing she wasn't going to be seeing it for a long time, she hugged her mother back.

Jane pulled away and kissed Hayley gently on the forehead while gazing down into her emerald eyes. Jane then looked up at Lupin with a look of determination on her face. Hayley glanced over at Remus who was currently standing by the fireplace; her suitcase in his hands. The look her mother was shooting at him didn't seem to be affecting him at all, but it was certainly scaring Hayley. He looked like English was a second language to him as he nodded his head slowly.

"Don't worry Jane, she's in good hands with me."

Will seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Jane. Looking at Remus and giving him a look that clearly said 'She-better-be-alright-or-its-your- head!' but no words escaped his mouth.

Hayley walked over to her father and gave him a tight hug. Will held her tight, not wanting to turn her over to this stranger, or that was at least the attitude her parents' were acting towards him. She felt her father gently kiss the top of her head, and pull away.

"Owl us as soon as you can alright?" said Jane, walking over to Will and leaning into his body for support.

"I promise," was all the response from the raven head.

"We love you Hayley, okay remember that," said Will wrapping his arms around his wife. Hayley at the moment, her emotions changing fast wanted nothing more then to just leave. Her parents' were acting as if she was going to her death march, let alone her 'future' school.

She looked over at Remus. He had his eyes down casted from the room. The words "We love you Hayley" was ringing in his ears, and making him feel uncomfortable at the word vocabulary that was chosen or maybe that was just how Hayley was reading his body language.

"I love you to mum 'n' dad. I'll owl soon I promise."

Will walked over to the wall and picked up her Firebolt that still lay upon it. He walked back over to the Fireplace and handed it to her. She smiled at him, and he smiled back planting another small kiss on her forehead.

"Get there, and make the Quidditch team love," he said laughing a little at the smile that had spread across her face at his words.

"Yeah I seem to remember those games extremely well, did you happen to tell young Hayley, why we won all those games?" asked Lupin, his resistance to staying quiet far from resisting anymore. Will looked at Remus with a scared look of something plastered to his face. After many passing second Remus started shaking his head and looked down at his watch.

"Hayley we've better get going, the Headmaster is eager to meet you."

He started to walk over to the fire place once more. Hayley pick up her trunk and handed it to him slowly.

"I take it you do know how to travel by Floo?" he asked, heaving the trunk onto his arm. Hayley nodded slowly at him, but not slow enough. Even if her movements had been slow, it still moved some of her raven hair out of her face and her scar stood there stuck to her forehead, openly showing to the world without her realizing it.

Lupin's eyes went as big as those of a house elf could. He stared at Hayley scar disbelievingly. Hayley who was under enough pressure as it was, was beginning to feel quite annoyed at all the stares she kept getting like she was famous or something.

Remus seemed to be acting like he couldn't move, or maybe that was just how it looked to the prying eyes in front of him.

"Remus," asked Jane walking forward to Hayley's side.

Remus; with as much difficulty possible, pulled his eyes away from Hayley's scar, shaking his head slowly, and not returning them back on her forehead.

He reached into his pockets and pulled out a small velvet bag that looked to be Floo Powder. He was about to drop some into his hands when his eyes darted back up to Hayley's. He stood thinking about something for a minute, then he slowly stepped out of the Fire place, his gaze now averted on Jane and Will. He handed the bag to Hayley who looked at him confused; not understanding and really confused quite evident on her face.

"I want you to go first," was all he said before shoving the bag into her hands, and pushing her towards the fire. Hayley didn't say anything; at that point she was just as ready to leave as he was. She opened the bag and spilled a hand full of the ashes into her opened palm. Sighing, she looked back up towards her parents. Giving them one last smile, before throwing the powder into fire place, and yelling "HOGWARTS!"

The last thing she heard before the fire pulled her away was the voice of Remus screaming:

"SHE HAS THE SCAR TO!"

Everything went blurry as she flew very fast, seeking looks into other living rooms as she passed before she hit the stone cold floor of the Headmasters office.

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Harry now sat waiting in the Common Room, sitting on the red couch that lay inches from the fire which he was staring into dumbly. Remus had just informed him half an hour ago that he was leaving for the Glenwood's residence soon, and Harry couldn't help but feel a bit more cheerful then he had been this morning.

Hermione was up in her dorm getting ready for the feast, while Ron had gone out for a quick fly out in the Quidditch pitch, after Harry had urged him to go on without him.

He was becoming more and more in a less denial mode, and actually cheering up that in less then ten minutes he would be heading down to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast and the welcoming of the new student.

The door to the sixth year girls' dormitory opened and out stepped Hermione. She smiled once she spotted Harry on the couch and started making her way over to him.

She sat down and as soon as her rear hit the couch she leaned into kiss Harry. He was a caught a bit off guard but after a few passing seconds he deepened the kiss anyway. Hermione pulled away minutes later a bit flushed in the face, but she looked happy all the same.

"Are you ready?" she asked. Harry didn't need to ask what she had meant, he knew. Was he ready to go see his sister. A part of him screaming YES, another part screaming, to just stay in his room all night.

"Harry I know your scared," she started again, after realizing her boyfriend wasn't going to go into the subject himself, so she would have to ease him in and get the feelings off his chest. Harry knew Hermione for six years, this is how she got people to talk about there feelings.

"I don't know what I am really," he said crossing his arms over his chest in a childish way, lowering his face to his chest. Hermione brows furrowed at his attitude before nodding and starting again:

"Harry its okay to be scared you know."

"I know Mione."

"Merlin I'm even scared."

"Hermione what if she never finds out?"

"She will Harry maybe not for a while but she will evenutaly."

"I can't handle a while, I need to know she knows. Knows that her parents are dead, her brother is famous, and that she is to, I can't let her just stand there and not know, she's living a lie Mione."

"You talked to Sirius didn't you?"

"But how am I gonna deal with this - wait Sirius how did you know?"

"That's exactly what he said, well - not exactly but along those lines."

Harry didn't say anything after that, he turned his head away from Hermione's and turned to the fire. But of coarse he should have known Hermione wasn't letting him off this easily.

"What do you think she'll look like?"

Harry looked at her confused. He didn't know why, but talking to Hermione about Hayley made him feel a lot better. Maybe it was because she was a girl and could understand these feelings, more so then Ron could have anyway.

"Well I don't know what she'll look like to be honesty."

"Well - then what would you like her to look like?"

"Er - this may sound corny, but I want her to have our mum's eyes, my eyes I mean, and maybe mums hair color, its red if you haven't seen any pictures of her, she's really pretty I think, and maybe if she doesn't have mums hair then I would like her to have our dads hair color, that's mine also, but maybe not as messy. I'd like it to be thick and straight like my mum's was."

Harry stopped talking after he finished telling Hermione those personal details. He felt utterly weird for using the word 'our' involved with his parents.

"Harry.."

"Yeah Hermione?"

"I've never seen what you're parents look like, do you have any pictures with you?"

Harry look at Hermione again. She looked like she really wanted to see this. Harry felt very spectral at the moment. He had never repeat NEVER shown his friends what his parents look like. He always felt those pictures where the only things he had left of them, apart from the invisibility cloak he inherited.

"Yeah I have an album - want me to go get it?"

"Please..."

"Okay be right back," said Harry getting off the couch and walking over to his dormitory. He felt excited for some reason. Like a little child waiting eagerly to show his parents what new pictures he had painted today. Maybe that was a little to cheerful for the way Harry felt but it still cheered him up. He was showing his girlfriend pictures of his dead parents, but he still felt happy to have someone actually want to see them.

He returned to Hermione's side in no less then two minutes later. The brown album lay tucked tightly between his arms, held in a protective manner.

"That's them on there wedding day," said Harry flipping to the first page looking at his father and mother waving at him from the camera. Hermione let out a shallow breath as she put her hand over her mouth.

"Is - that - that Sirius?" she asked staring at the laughing figure behind the new married couple. Harry nodded slowly as he looked into the now wasted face of his godfather. Harry never noticed how happy he looked in this picture. That's when Harry spotted Remus standing right next to Sirius. Both in there tuxes and smiling at the couple now heading down the aisle as man and wife.

"Merlin Harry - he looks so, so -"

"So happy, yeah I know," said Harry turning his eyes away from the book. It wasn't that his godfather wasn't a happy man, but ever since Harry had met him and compared him to this picture, it was two different people with two different souls.

"Your mum is really pretty, you really do have her eyes," said Hermione still staring at the book. Harry smiled at Hermione. After watching the couple walk out of the picture, Hermione turned the page.

"Awww you're so cute," she said nudging him in the side of his ribs. Harry smiled back at her, before leaning in and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. She blushed as usual and looked into the babies eyes.

"Harry you don't - er have any photos of Hayley in here do you?"

"No, I don't think they put in any when they gave this to me, to 'protect' me or so they put it."

"Harry you know they were just doing what they were requested and felt what was right in there hearts to do, if they had told you Hey-Harry-sorry-to- bother-you-but-you-have-a-sister-but-one-problem-we-don't-know-where-she- is! What would you of said to them," she said taking in a great deal of breath at how fast she speed through her speech.

"I don't know Hermione," said Harry leaning farther into the couch. Hermione let out a frustrated sigh at her boyfriend before turning the page. She gasped again as he eyes went huge.

"I didn't know you put this in here," she said pointing to the picture that had been taken the last day of school in there first years. Hermione and Harry were dangerously close to one another as apart from Ron who was somewhat at a distance but still shoulder to shoulder from Harry.

"God I look retched!"

"No you don't I put that in there because that's my favorite one of you," he said scooting closer to her as they both looked at the picture.

"Look how much we've all grown," said Hermione in a awed whisper.

"Yeah it's hard to believe that, that picture was taken six years ago."

Before they continued on with there talking of the past and memories, the portrait swung open as Ron stepped in. Dripping wet and his broom held in his hands.

"Oh hey what are you two up to?" he smiled as he saw how close they were sitting from one another.

"Looking through old pictures," said Hermione turning back to the first- year-old self-her.

"Oh well er -- Hermione could I talk to you for a second?" asked Ron. Hermione looked at Ron her brows furrowed together. She then turned her eyes to Harry looking for some sort of explanation but Harry was just as shocked as she was at Ron's words.

"S-u-r-e Ron," said Hermione setting the book back down in Harry's lap and walking over to Ron. Ron dragged her into a near by corner near the fire. Harry watched them for only a second before opening the book again. It landed on the page with him, his mother and father.

"SHES WHAT!" screamed Hermione standing from the other side of the room with Ron. He seemed to be trying to hush her down like a crying baby with his hands.

"What's going on?" asked Harry standing up, and setting the album down behind him. Ron gave Hermione a 'don't-you-dare-look' but Hermione looked anything but innocent at the moment as she stood glaring at Ron.

"It's about Hayley isn't it?" asked Harry walking over towards Ron, now trying to persuade him to spill the beans.

"Yes," said Ron setting his head into his hands, and rubbing his tired eyes.

"Tell him Ron," said Hermione, in a very stern voice. Harry looked at Ron with a need of anxious in his emerald orbs.

"I can't Harry, Hermione ---"

"Merlin Ron I can't believe this! Harry, Hayley's already here, there talking about her in the portraits and Ron heard them on his way back from flying."

"COME ON LETS GO DOWN TO THE GREAT HALL THEN!" was all he said, before he could even move his legs his mind wandered back to the album that lay on the warm red couch.

"I'll take it up for yeah mate, I gotta change anyway," said Ron eyeing where Harry's eyes were aimed at. Harry smiled at him thanking him for all this help.

"Are you sure?" asked Harry staring now at Hermione who looked a cross between slapping Ron or hugging him. Neither seemed to be going down well with Ron.

"Positive, meet you down there in a few minutes," said Ron looking away from Hermione's eyes. Hermione started for the portrait with Harry not far from behind her.

Harry took Hermione's hand into his own as they stepped out of the Common Room turning and heading down to the Great Hall were excitable talking was floating out of the doors towards them.

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Hayley stood up from the cold floor, whipping the dust and soot off her new robes. The first thing her eyes took in was the room she stood in, it was beautiful she thought. The walls were lined with many pictures of different witches and wizards of the past masters. As Hayley noticed a bird resting near the desk, Lupin flew out of the fire.

He stood up and mirrored her movements once she had arrived, whipping the soot off himself as well.

"Where are we?" she asked walking away from him, and over towards the bird that which due to all of the racket was already awake.

"This is Hogwarts Hayley, and this is Headmaster Dumbledore's office," said Lupin walking over to her. Hayley looked up at him really quick, searching for an explanation to his behavior before she had taken flight mere minutes before.

Once she felt that there wasn't one coming she decided asking was the best way to try.

"Sir, may I ask what happened before I left my house."

"Nothing important Hayley."

"What so special about my scar?!"

Lupin looked at her with a confused look on his face. Then something dawned hard on him as he looked harder at her.

"Hayley have you heard of Voldemort?"

"Yes, but only once though I think -- who's he?"

"Tell you later but first we've -"

"OOOO ITS YOUNG GLENWOOD CRYSTAL LOOK!" yelled a witch in her portrait right above the door, who apparently had been awake for several minutes watching them through her frame, while sitting and knitting quietly.

"Keep it down over there," yelled another wizard from behind Hayley. He was old and looked to of had a bad back since he wasn't standing up straight. His eyes were dark and nothing could be read of those eyes. Slowly Hayley turned back to the elder witch who wasn't knitting anymore but staring at Hayley.

"Must - tell - Velvet," she breathed excitement filling her face as she ran from her frame, and disappeared beyond the golden rim.

"What was that," ask Hayley turning back to Lupin who was looking right where the painting had now stood....empty.

"Paintings -- they can move from picture to picture --"

"Oh I've known that but never seen them act like that."

"Just wait then," whispered Lupin who had already started to head for the Headmasters door and escort the young miss out. Hayley faintly caught his words but didn't make anything of it. She followed him out of the office, as he gently closed the door behind them.

"But Mr. Lup -- Remus, my supplies," said Hayley throwing her index finger at the door.

"House elves' will deal with it, they'll bring the stuff all up to your room later."

"Where are we going now," asked Hayley as Lupin turned the corner and was now walking down the stone steps.

"The feast of coarse!" said Lupin smiling at Hayley. She felt like she was drowning into a fit of sweaty nervousness. The feast, but that meant lots of new people and she would have to see them all and vise versa.

'It'll be over quick enough.'

"Are you nervous Hayley?" asked Lupin as they walked down the moving stairs something that was freaking Hayley out as she looked at all the stone surrounding her, holding onto the railing for dear life.

"Er - yeah just a little bit."

"Don't be, it'll go by so quick you'll wonder were the years went."

"How do you know my parents' Remus?"

"We were really good friends back in our days of Hogwarts."

"REALLY!"

"Ha-Ha yes quite the crew we were to, great man your father but your mother well that's another story.."

"What were they like?" she asked excitement running through her. She had never been told a tale story of Hogwarts before and now was the perfect time to get informed on her parents' history before she went and got sorted into hers.

"They really hated each other at first, but we all new they liked each other. No surprise really when they announced they were dating, it was gonna happen they were meant for love, and your father -- best Quidditch player I've ever seen, besides a young boy - aw-ha here we are. Hayley this is the Great Hall, you'll be eating your Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner in here, and you'll sit at your house table always at meals."

Hayley glanced at the doors that lead into the Great Hall. They were huge golden brown, and she could hear the echoes of the pupils inside just fine and her heart was beginning to pound so hard she could feel it in her throat. She closed her eyes and started taking big breaths in and out. She wanted to run, far, far away! To go back home, no not that. This was her own doing and she was going to have to face it. It was just a new school and she just needed to take things slow, little bits at a time. That was all.

Remus stared at her smiling faintly. He put his hand on her shoulder and she opened her emerald eyes to him not feeling any calmer.

"You'll do fine, now Hayley I'm going to go in there, and announce that your here, okay and then I'll come back out and then I'll escort you in and get you sorted into your house and the feast will began. Does that sound too hard?" As there was no response from Hayley, Remus was about to turn to open the doors, when she suddenly stopped him with her pleading voice.

"Remus what do you mean sorting?"

He turned too looked at her confused, "You know the sorting hat? Didn't your parents tell you?"

"Yes - Yes they told me, but I'm not getting sorting privately?"

"Ha-Ha, no afraid not, don't worry remember -- I was just as scared as you were, you'll do fine!" With one last smile at her, he turned and opened the doors to the Great Hall. Instantly the entire hall quieted down and looked at the source of noise.

Hayley jumped out of view of the door not wanting to be seen just yet or at all for that matter.

'What if they don't like me, they think I'm ugly or something or my stupid scar!'

Hayley could hear Remus shoes hitting the floor on the ground as he walked further and further up to the teachers table. Hayley was shaking. She was actually shaking from how nervous she was. Why did she want this, why couldn't she have just stayed home and have been tutored with Mrs. Kenbreak her whole life. The pain of that was nothing compared to how scared she felt now.

The hall was dead silent, as Hayley still stood behind the door begging with all might that she could just go somewhere else. Was there a fire place around here, probably not. Maybe just in Dumbledore's office. She laid her head against the huge oak doors. Then she heard the noise of a chair scrapping against the stone floor, and echo out through the hall. Someone was standing up from there chair. Hayley knew what this meant, and as if on cue of that thought an elder voice echoed to the room:

"STUDENTS I'D LIKE YOU TO MEET HAYLEY GLENWOOD!"

Hayley couldn't move. Her legs were still as stone. The minute the pupils in the Great Hall didn't see a figure appear, whispers started breaking out causing her more difficulty to move her body.

She didn't know how fast time was flying but she knew she couldn't turn that corner. On cue Remus came around the door looking for her. Once he spotted her standing by the wall he walked over to her.

"Hayley come on everyone's waiting," he said gently taking her arm and trying to lead her in.

"Remus I - I - c-can't d-do it!"

"Yes you can Hayley I'm right here, everything is going to be fine just trust me alright," said Remus. His voice was so calming to Hayley, that she slightly stopped shaking and but that only caused her heart to become more evident to how hard it was beating against her rib cage and she could feel her breath was slow and shallow.

Remus took full grip onto her forearm and gently led her to the door. Once HIS body was in full view to the students again, the whispers stopped suddenly while they all sat in silence waiting, suspense killing them almost. Remus stood up and opened the second huge oak door and pushed it back. The minute that door even opened Hayley jumped out of site of view and ran back behind it. Remus didn't seem mad but smiled at this girl who was supposed to be sixteen but acting the age of six.

"Hayley please trust me everything is going to be fine.."

Hayley did trust him. She didn't know why or where the feeling was coming from but she did trust this man a lot! He reached his hand out to her and she grabbed it from behind the door. Remus smiled and turned to the students now almost standing with appease. The teachers all along the front wall were standing up already. There heads held proud in the air as they waited for Hayley Glenwood to make her appearance to the world again.

Remus tightened his grip on her. She looked up at him still behind the door and nodded very slowly. Remus nodded back and let go of her arm and let her do it on her own. Hayley took every ounce of courage she could muster and turned the corner....

The entire hall gasped as she turned that corner, especially the expression coming for the emerald-eyed raven-haired boy sitting at the Gryffindor table.

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Thank you all so much! This chapter is two chapters long, but if I made it one you all would hate me! So much!