"Professor Lupin, do you have any good costume ideas for me and my date?" Bridget asked as she sorted through papers one Friday.

"Who are you going with?" He asked as he graded a third year's paper.

"Just a guy. I'm sort of doing as a favor to a friend," Bridget shrugged.

"What house is he in?"

"Slytherin."

Professor Lupin thought for a moment, "Then I'd say you should go as Romeo and Juliet. Two feuding houses for reasons long forgotten. It'd be perfect."

"That's a good idea. Did they have these kinds of dances when you went here?"

He stopped grading and looked up. There was almost a look of sadness in his eyes, "Yes they did."

"That's cool. What did you go as?"

"I went as the Phantom of the Opera. My girlfriend had just finished reading the book and she said that it was perfect. She was Christine."

"What was her name?" Bridget asked, "She must have been pretty."

He nodded, "She was very pretty."

"What was her name?" Bridget asked and hoped that he wouldn't think that she was prying.

"Erin O'Connell."

Bridget dropped what she was doing, "Wait, what was her name?"

"Erin O'Connell." Professor Lupin repeated as if the name weighed a thousand pounds, "Why, do you know her?"

"Do I know her, she's my mother. I had no idea that she went here. I mean, I knew that she was a witch, but I never knew that she went here."

"I thought you looked familiar. I thought all you girls looked familiar. That's why." The thought suddenly dawned on him.

"You dated my mother?" Bridget asked softly. It was the first time that she talked about her mother in years. The last time was when Amelia sugguested that they see a therapist after her nightmares about finding her started to occur frequently.

"Yes. I dated you mother. In fact, I was engaged to her. I proposed to her that night."

Bridget was shocked to hear this information, "What did she say?"

"She said yes. But, then she told her parents and the disapproved because of what I am," he laughed bitterly, "Erin was never one to take hearing no. The next morning her parents . . ."

"My grandparents," Bridget interupted.

"Yes your grandparent went into her room to find that all her things were gone."

"Where did she go?" Bridget asked with bated breath.

Professor Lupin shrugged, "Somewhere in America. My guess would be California. She wanted to be a famous actress. Anyway, long story short, when she finally came back, she had a daughter and was married. Then a few years later I heard that she died from one of her cousins."

"Did you ever see her when she came back, like before she died?"

He shook his head sadly, "I never saw her after the night she told her parents."

"How did you find all this out?"

"Harry's mother was your mother's friend and kept in contact with her."

"Oh."

"Well, I believe that we're finished here with the work. Thank you for your help Bridget." Professor Lupin smiled. Bridget could have sworn that she saw a tiny tear fall from his eye.

"Bye Professor." The girl gathered up her things and started out the door.

"Bridget," Bridget turned to face him, "You're the one that looks most like your mother."

Bridget smiled, "Thank you." She walked out of the door and into the hallway and thought about the information that she heard. She began to wonder if Amelia knew.

"She doesn't know," the Ravenclaw boy said.

"Amelia doesn't know?"

God shook his head, "No. Even if she did, I don't think she would understand."

"Is that why my mother killed herself? Because she wasn't happy with her life, because she wasn't happy with me or Hermione or Amelia? Because she didn't love my dad?" Bridget asked God as tears started to stream down her face, "Because she felt alone even though she had a family that loved her? Because she was lost?"

"Not all that wander are lost Bridget," God said gently as he studied her expression.

"Then what was it?"

"She loved you, all of you."

Bridget laughed bitterlyand wiped the tears that streamed freely down her face, "No she didn't. If she did, she would still be here."

"Sometimes, people are so lost in darkness that it seems as though the only way out is to turn out the light."

"What about turning on the light?"

God shrugged, "It seems as though the light switch is far away and unreachable."

"What about asking for help?"

God smiled, "Now you're getting it Bridget."