The Marauders’ traditional Firewhisky toast.
HELLO EVERYONE! Today we return to canon once again:
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Harry Potter 5 – Chapter 9: The part where it says that the end of summer is approaching, Harry fantasizes about returning to Hogwarts, and the book lists arrive and it turns out Ron and Hermione have been chosen as prefects. Read up to the point where Ron wraps the prefect badge in his socks and locks it away in his trunk.
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The air inside the Black house was thick with the scent of freshly baked cake and spiced stew. The floating candles Molly had conjured helped soften the atmosphere of the evening.
Ron and Hermione had been chosen as prefects, and Mrs. Weasley had decided to organize a small celebration in their honor.
Remus came down the stairs quietly, intending to offer his help.
It wasn’t that Molly needed it —when it came to banquets and home celebrations, she had inexhaustible energy— but he disliked standing around doing nothing.
However, as he passed by a half-open door, he stopped.
Inside, Ron was sitting on his bed, polishing his brand-new prefect badge.
The boy didn’t notice that he was being watched, too absorbed in his task. He rubbed the badge with the edge of his robes, with an expression of barely concealed pride in his face.
Something about his expression, in that scene, felt familiar.
Remus’s mind, unbidden, drifted back several years.
He remembered the moment he himself had received his own prefect badge.
The weight of the letter in his hands, the gleam of the badge lighting up his eyes, the initial disbelief followed by a wave of quiet joy… and the emotion in his parents’ eyes.
As he pinned it to his robes, he had felt a mix of satisfaction and responsibility in equal measure.
Then a voice interrupted his thoughts.
—It’s going to be great being prefects together, don’t you think? —Hermione said enthusiastically.
Remus startled.
He hadn’t realized Ron wasn’t alone in the room. Hermione was sitting beside him, watching him with a warm smile and bright eyes.
The boy looked up at her. For a moment, he seemed to tense, as if trying to hide what he truly felt. But then, almost without noticing, his expression softened.
—Yeah… yeah, it’ll be great —he murmured, his tone more restrained, though he couldn’t quite hide the excitement in his voice.
Remus allowed himself a smile as he watched them.
Once again, something in that shared complicity felt familiar in a deeply endearing way.
He lingered a moment longer before moving on, giving them their privacy and sinking back into his memories.
The gleam of the prefect badge, the scent of broom-polishing oil, the warmth of late August…
His appointment had coincided with the summer his body matured. He had grown several centimeters that summer; even his muscles had gained a bit of definition. His features, once childish and rounded, had sharpened, giving him a more adult—almost attractive—air.
He realized it on the Hogwarts Express platform, when Sirius clapped him on the back and winked at him with his usual shameless grin.
—No girl will be able to resist your charms, Moony —he had said, making an exaggerated bow and pointing at the prefect badge with amusement.
Remus had rolled his eyes, of course.
But Sirius, exaggerated as he was, had been more right than Remus would have expected.
He wasn’t blind. He noticed right away that more than one girl cast curious glances his way, that some smiled when they passed him, even burst into laughter when he—always by accident—returned their gaze.
James and Sirius never missed an opportunity to embarrass him with half-smiles and teasing jabs.
But he never played along.
Because, deep down, it didn’t matter how much interest he seemed to awaken among the female population of Hogwarts.
He knew what he was. And what he could not allow himself. He couldn’t get too close to anyone. He couldn’t risk someone discovering his secret. Because if they did—if anyone ever learned the truth… they would expel him immediately. Not even Dumbledore could prevent it.
And James and Sirius knew it.
And when they saw that weight, that quiet resignation in Remus’s eyes—something they both knew all too well—they stopped bothering him.
Or rather, they joked about something else to distract him.
Like how unbearably dull History of Magic classes were, or whether Madame Pince and Argus Filch did or did not have a secret affair in the library corridors. Or, of course, whether they could pull a prank on Severus Snape that afternoon without McGonagall punishing them for all eternity.
And Lily?
Yes, she smiled too when she saw him after the summer. Her prefect badge shone just as brightly as his.
It would have been easy to fall in love with her.
How could he not? She was brilliant, brave, with a light that seemed to envelop everything.
But he didn’t.
First, because of James.
Second, because of Lily.
Because he loved her too much as a friend to ruin what they had. Even if she never said it out loud, she was in love with James, and Remus never wanted to stand in her way or draw her into a commitment that wasn’t his to claim.
Still, on the days when loneliness weighed heavier, on the days when his curse made him feel too alien to everything else, he found himself searching for a version of Lily meant for him. Someone with the same light, the same strength.
But the truth was, he never had much luck.
Perhaps because, deep down, he had always known he would never find her.
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—Remus —Tonks’s voice snapped him sharply out of his memories—. Could you move, please?
He blinked, disoriented.
The kitchen of Grimmauld Place came back into focus around him, along with the distracted murmur of Molly humming as she stirred the stew.
Tonks was standing by the table, her hair a vibrant shade of green that stood out even more beneath the candlelight. She was carrying an armful of glasses, trying to juggle them with a skill that might have seemed convincing… if it didn’t look like they were about to slip from her grasp at any second.
Realizing he was blocking her way, Remus stepped aside.
Tonks reached the table just in time to set them down before any could roll onto the floor. Seeing them safely in place, Molly let out a relieved sigh and turned her attention back to the stew.
Tonks looked at him curiously, noticing his absent air.
—You look like you’re in another world —she commented, forming a small smile.
Before he could answer, Sirius passed by him with that mischievous expression that had barely changed over the years and gave him a nudge with his elbow.
—On the moon, I’d say.
Remus shook his head and let out a soft laugh.
Without another word, he joined Tonks and Sirius to help set the table.
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Harry Potter 5 – Chapter 9: read the rest of Chapter 9, which includes the celebration in honor of Ron and Hermione, the part where Moody shows Harry the photograph of the old Order of the Phoenix, and the part where Molly Weasley faces a boggart—unsuccessfully.
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Remus went down the stairs in silence, the weight of the confrontation with the Boggart pressing heavily on his chest.
The images of the creature reveling in Molly’s fears were still as vivid as if they were standing right in front of him. Remus knew how hard it was for Molly to bear all of it: the Order, the constant danger, Arthur’s endless hours on guard duty…
He ran his fingers along the banister, lost in thought.
Perhaps he could offer to cover more shifts. After all, he didn’t have a job at the moment, and if doing so could ease Arthur’s burden even a little, it would be the right thing to do.
When he reached the kitchen, he found Sirius and Tonks sitting at the table, talking animatedly.
Sirius, wearing a mischievous smile, was filling three glasses from a bottle Remus recognized instantly: Firewhisky.
—Nothing like Hogwarts —she was saying with her elbows resting on the table, eyeing the amber liquid in the glass Sirius handed her—. And honestly, Hufflepuff is clearly the best house.
Sirius let out a laugh and shook his head.
—Please, Tonks, we all know Gryffindor is the best by far.
—Pfff —she scoffed, making a dismissive gesture—. You give yourselves far too much importance.
Sirius, still smiling with amusement, softened his expression and looked at Tonks for a moment.
—In part, you’re right. I don’t know if it was the house itself… or the friendships I made there that turned it into something special.
Tonks didn’t miss the nostalgic look that crossed Sirius’s face as he handed a glass to Remus. He took it with a slightly resigned smile. Curious, Tonks shifted her gaze from the bottle to the two men, as if sensing there was more behind the gesture.
—What? —she asked with a mischievous smile—. What’s the story here?
Remus smiled indulgently.
Sirius, a spark of mischief in his eyes, cut in before Remus could speak.
—The first time we toasted with this, we were fourteen —he said, reminiscing—. It was after a disastrous Quidditch match. I thought it might help with the humiliation.
Remus raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
—It helped with the humiliation… but it gave us a hangover the next day that I still haven’t managed to forget.
Sirius nodded solemnly and looked at his cousin.
—From then on, it became a tradition. The Marauders’ traditional Firewhisky toast.
Tonks let out a low laugh.
“Marauders.”
It sounded good.
Then she looked at the glass in front of her and, unable to resist, brought it to her lips and took a sip.
The moment the burning liquid touched her throat, she couldn’t help coughing, her eyes watering slightly from the heat spreading through her body. Her companions laughed, enjoying her reaction.
Remus, smiling kindly, handed her a glass of water, and Tonks accepted it gratefully.
—You were toasting at fourteen? —she asked, her voice still rough as she tried to soothe the burn of the whisky—. How long have you known each other?
The two men looked at one another and, as if sharing a wordless joke, burst into laughter.
—Our whole lives —Sirius said with a shrug.
Remus nodded.
—We met at Hogwarts, on the very first day.
His words lingered in the air for a moment, as his mind drifted back in time, to the memory of that first journey to school.
When his life in the magical world had not yet begun.
A brand-new book in his hands.
The nervous flutter in his stomach.
The rhythmic clatter of the carriage.
The train rolled on through hills and valleys, but Remus barely noticed the landscape drifting past the window.
He sat in a corner of an empty compartment, as if he tried to hide himself. He had a book opened on his knees, though he hadn’t read a single word the entire journey. His attention kept jumping from the pages to the children walking along the corridor, or to the ones chatting and laughing in the nearby compartments, carefree. Happy.
And he, Remus Lupin, was there among them.
But he couldn’t shake the feeling that at any moment someone would discover him. That an adult would fling the door open and tell him it had all been a mistake: That he did not belong on that train, nor in that school. That he shouldn’t be among normal children.
And the truth was… he agreed.
The feeling didn’t improve when he put on the uniform for the first time. The robe hung too long on him, and the embroidered crest on his chest felt strange. When he caught his reflection in the window, he saw an impostor. A boy pretending to be normal, hiding the monster he knew himself to be.
He picked the book back up and rested his head in his hand, trying to focus. The trip felt endless.
And yet, when the train finally stopped and he stepped out with the other first-years, everything suddenly went too fast. He hardly registered the gigantic man waiting on the platform, nor the little boats that glided across a lake of black water, nor the imposing silhouette of the castle rising in the starry sky.
When they reached the castle, the school, and crossed the enormous solid wooden doors, his heart hammered against his ribs. The line of children moved slowly into the Great Hall. The floating candles, reflected in the golden plates, made everything look big… too big.
Suddenly, without time to prepare himself, he was standing there, feeling hundreds of eyes fixed on him from the four House tables.
And then professor Minerva McGonagall said his name. He felt his blood turn to ice.
His feet felt heavy as he walked toward the stool. He sat with his legs stiff, barely suppressing a flinch when the professor placed the Sorting Hat on his head.
As soon as the fabric covered his eyes, a deep, ancient voice echoed in his mind.
—Ah… interesting — murmured the hat. — Such a quick mind… such nobility in your heart… but there is something else, isn’t there? A weight, a secret…
Remus swallowed hard.
—I don’t want anyone to know, — he thought desperately.
—That depends on you, boy, — the hat replied, almost kindly. — But tell me… what is it you’re seeking here?
Remus couldn’t put it into words. Safety. Normality. A place where he could be more than his curse.
The hat was silent for a moment, as if weighing his thoughts.
—You are brave, — said the hat at last. — Far braver than you think.
And aloud, it proclaimed:
“GRYFFINDOR!”
For a second, he didn’t know what to do.
He climbed down from the stool on shaking legs, but when he turned toward the Gryffindor table and saw everyone cheering and applauding for him, something inside him loosened. With a little more confidence, he walked over and sat among his new housemates.
For the first time since boarding the train, Remus smiled.
After dinner, he followed the others up to Gryffindor Tower and paused for a moment inside the common room, taking in the tall windows and the dark grounds beyond.
Then he headed up to the dormitory.
He hesitated in the doorway. The room was warm and spacious, with four canopy beds. His trunk sat at the foot of one of them, as if pointing out his place.
And then he saw the boys who would become his roommates.
Three children were already there. Two were sitting on the same bed, engrossed in conversation, while the third unpacked his things. Remus’s throat tightened. Because of his “special personality”, he had thought he would be alone.
Before he could decide what to do, one of them—a boy with messy hair and glasses—hurried toward him.
—You’re Remus Lupin, right? — he asked brightly.
Remus barely had time to nod before the other continued, clearly delighted to introduce everyone.
—I’m James. James Potter. And these are Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.
The two boys on the bed looked up. One, dark-haired with sharp features, smiled at him with an amused glint. The other, shorter and rounder, waved awkwardly.
James gently nudged Remus toward them.
—Come on, sit with us. We’ll be roommates from now on!
Remus obeyed without protest, though still a bit self-conscious. Then the boy with the mischievous smile—Sirius—leaned in to study him.
—Nice scars! — he remarked, with the bluntness of someone who said whatever popped into his head.
Remus felt a knot tighten in his throat. He didn’t know what to say. But before the discomfort could settle, the other boy, Peter, leaned forward, eyes wide.
—Cool!
There was no horror in his voice.
Sirius and Peter began theorizing about the scars.
—You probably tried to climb something and fell—Sirius guessed with a wicked grin.
—No! — Peter protested earnestly — It must’ve been a magic accident. It happened to me once, I’ve got a scar on my…
He stopped abruptly, blushing to the roots of his hair. James and Sirius burst out laughing.
Remus was stunned. He had never lived a conversation like this before. No one had talked about his scars like that. Not as something ugly. Not as something that set him apart.
—I bet it was a run-in with a griffin — James said suddenly, smirking at him.
—Or a dragon! — Peter added excitedly, offering him a box of Chocolate Frogs. Remus took it without thinking and felt an unfamiliar urge… the urge to play along.
He leaned forward with a mysterious expression and lowered his voice.
—It wasn’t a griffin — he said solemnly — It was a hippogriff. I offended him and he nearly took my face off with his beak.
There was a moment of silence.
Then all three burst out laughing. Remus laughed too, looking at the boys who would share his room for the next seven years…
James slapped Sirius’s hand in triumph.
—I knew there was a story behind it!
—It’s way better than a griffin! — Peter declared, eyes shining.
That first night, they talked and laughed for hours. They ate sweets until well past midnight, until James fell asleep holding a half-melted Chocolate Frog and Sirius snored with his mouth open.
And somewhere between the laughter and the sugar, Remus realized something:
He was at Hogwarts. He wasn’t alone. He didn’t feel out of place.
And—almost unbelievably—he might have already made friends. The ones who would become his lifelong friends.
The adult Remus Lupin lifted his gaze.
The kitchen of Grimmauld Place was lit by the soft glow of candlelight, and Sirius was watching him with a half-smile, as if he had read every single one of his memories.
—And that’s how it all began —he said, shrugging—. It was inevitable.
—And forever —Sirius added softly, with a trace of nostalgia.
Tonks, who had been listening with growing fascination, propped her elbow on the table and looked at them with a crooked smile.
—How lucky you are —Tonks remarked, wistfully—. Becoming friends from the very first day.
Sirius let out a short laugh and tilted his head.
—I suppose so —he conceded—. Though it’s also true that when you’re eleven and sharing a dormitory, you don’t really have much choice but to put up with each other.
Lupin gave a soft snort.
—Well, we all put up with you.
Tonks burst out laughing, and Sirius feigned offense, pressing a hand to his chest.
—Me? But I was the life of the party…
Lupin rolled his eyes indulgently, and Tonks watched them with amusement.
It didn’t take much to see what lay between them. Not just friendship, but something deeper. A brotherhood forged in the golden days of Hogwarts, when they were still just boys with the world ahead of them and no specter lurking in the darkness.
With renewed courage, Tonks raised her glass of whisky, defying the burn still lingering in her throat, and, with a determined smile, proposed:
—To the life and soul of the party —she said, lifting her glass.
Sirius and Remus looked at her, a spark of complicity in their eyes, before raising their own glasses as well. The toast rang out, bright and firm.
—To the life and soul of the party —they echoed, raising their glasses.
Tonks drained her glass in one go.
A fierce warmth tore through her throat and, unable to stop herself, she began to cough, eyes squeezed shut from the burn. Sirius, smiling, quickly poured her some more water, and Tonks accepted it gratefully, smiling through the coughing.
—I promise it gets better… with time —her cousin assured her, wearing a canine grin.
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Harry Potter 5 – Chapter 10: From the beginning until the Hogwarts Express departs.
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The train vanished around the bend, its whistle fading little by little, as if the air itself were swallowing it. The station was left wrapped in a heavy silence.
—See you later —Moody growled, his rough voice scraping the air.
And, no waiting for an answer, he disapparated with a sharp crack, just like that. As always.
Molly still stood with her hand raised, staring at the place where the train had been two seconds ago.
She couldn’t stop thinking about the children, especially her own, and though she tried to hide it, the worry was plain on her face.
—I hope they’ll be safe —she murmured, almost to herself, as if her words might reach them and offer protection across the distance.
Lupin, watching her calmly, stepped closer and placed a hand on her shoulder.
—I’m sure they’ll be fine. They know how to take care of themselves —he said gently, trying to ease the anguish he saw in her eyes.
Tonks, always ready to lift spirits, gave her a light squeeze on the arm and added optimistically:
—Of course, Molly. Besides, there’s no safer place than Hogwarts.
At that very moment, Sirius, in his large black dog form, came bounding over, tail wagging enthusiastically and barking, as if he too wanted to lend his approval to Lupin and Tonks’s words.
A sigh of relief crossed Molly’s face when she saw the dog.
Though his animal form was far from ordinary, his joy made her smile a little.
—And now what? Shall we disapparate? —Tonks asked casually, as if she were in no hurry to leave.
Sirius responded with a series of growls and huffs that were his canine way of protesting the idea of returning immediately. He spun around a couple of times, making it very clear that he had no intention of wasting this bit of fresh air.
—I will —Molly replied, shaking her head with a gentle smile—. I need to start preparing lunch. You can walk back if you like.
She lifted her gaze to the sky and added:
—It’s a lovely day for a walk.
She had barely finished speaking when Sirius leapt with youthful enthusiasm, running in circles like a puppy, clearly delighted by the suggestion.
Lupin let out a soft laugh at the sight.
He felt unusually light-hearted, in the mood to enjoy something as simple as a quiet walk.
He crouched in front of the dog, who looked up at him with his tail wagging, and said softly:
—All right. I’ll walk back with you.
Sirius barked, approving the decision with a vigorous swish of his tail. Lupin looked at him with a mix of amusement and resignation, shaking his head.
Then he turned to Tonks, drawing a kind smile —perhaps a little more open than usual— and said naturally:
—What do you say? Would you join us?
Tonks, who had been watching the scene, straightened at once, as if she’d been waiting for the invitation. Her eyes sparkled with that unmistakable glint of hers.
—And miss a walk with you and Sirius? Not a chance.
Her answer earned Lupin another smile, softer but just as sincere.
—Then let’s go —he said, gesturing toward the street.
And so, with Sirius leading the way, the three of them left Platform 9¾ and stepped into the streets of Muggle London.
Tonks took a deep breath and stretched her arms.
—It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? —she said, squinting slightly in the light—. It almost makes me believe everything will turn out all right.
Beside her, Remus looked up at the sky with his hands clasped behind his back, silent.
The warm sunlight illuminated his face, lightening his amber eyes and brown hair, restoring a youthfulness that tended to fade when he was worn down by the shadows of Grimmauld Place.
He paused for a second to look at her, then let out a brief, almost private laugh.
—I’ve always thought I walk better under the sun than under the moon —he confessed.
Sirius turned around briskly and let out a short, clear bark that sounded very much like laughter.
—I think Sirius agrees —she said, gently resting her hand on Remus’s arm.
He merely shrugged.
And so the three of them began their walk back to Grimmauld Place.
Sirius trotted ahead, sniffing around happily, while Lupin and Tonks followed at an easy pace, enjoying the clear air and the lack of hurry.
She had her hands tucked into her jacket pockets, wearing a playful smile that hinted at an impending joke.
She cast a curious glance at Lupin, who walked with his hands clasped behind his back, lost in thought.
—You know, Harry absolutely idolizes you —she said suddenly, breaking the silence—. What did you do to make him like you so much? Because, Lupin, it can’t possibly be your natural charm.
He let out a soft laugh. Shaking his head in mock exasperation —a gesture the auror found oddly endearing, even as she tried not to stare— he replied:
—Thank you for the vote of confidence, Tonks. I suppose we became quite close during his third year, when I was his teacher.
—Oh? —she asked, raising an eyebrow with interest—. How so?
Lupin took a moment to think.
—That was the year Harry started having trouble with Dementors —he explained quietly—. They affected him more than anyone else. Every time they got close, he fainted… or relived his worst memories. So I offered to help him. I taught him how to conjure a Patronus.
Tonks nodded, listening intently.
—It wasn’t easy —Lupin continued, a half-smile on his lips—. It’s very advanced magic, even for older students. But he… Harry had a determination I’ve rarely seen in someone so young. It was hard for him, yes, but he managed it. I still remember the first time his Patronus worked. Incomplete, but clear. He was so proud he couldn’t stop staring at it.
Tonks smiled, a wave of tenderness washing over her.
—Of course —she said softly—. Now I understand why he admires you so much. If someone had taught me to cast my Patronus the way I imagine you taught Harry, I’d be very fond of them too.
Lupin nodded, grateful for her words. His eyes narrowed slightly as memories surfaced.
—He reminds me a lot of James —he said, almost to himself.
—James? Harry’s father? —she asked.
—Yes —he replied, nodding, a shadow of nostalgia in his eyes—. He has that same bravery, that same tendency to throw himself headfirst into danger to protect others. But he also has so much of Lily. Her kindness. Her heart. It’s incredible to see how both of them live on in him.
Tonks glanced at him sideways, an amused smile playing on her lips.
She wasn’t used to seeing Lupin in daylight. The sun softly traced his tired features, pushing back the shadows that so often clung to him.
She liked seeing him this way —lighter— and listening to his thoughts. There was something deeply moving in the blend of affection and nostalgia in his voice, as if every word were woven from precious memories.
—Well then, Professor… I didn’t know you were also good at inspiring speeches. Harry would be thrilled if he could hear you.
Lupin rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help smiling back.
—It’s easy to speak that way about Harry. He’s been through so much, and yet he keeps going. He always finds a way to get back up and fight. It’s a privilege to watch him grow… even if he has a remarkable talent for getting into trouble.
—Well, that doesn’t surprise me. If he grew up around Sirius and you, he’s had excellent role models —Tonks replied with a wink.
Lupin feigned offense but merely chuckled under his breath. They walked in silence for a few steps, wrapped in the calm air of September.
—Joking aside —Tonks said, more serious now—, I like the way you talk about him. It’s obvious you care about him deeply.
Lupin was silent for a moment, gazing ahead, where Sirius’s tail continued to wag back and forth.
—It’s hard not to —he admitted at last, with a gentler smile—. He makes me feel proud. And a little old, if I’m being honest.
Tonks laughed lightly and nudged his shoulder.
—Old? Please. Lupin, sometimes you talk like a grandfather. I promise you still have a lot to offer, far more than just your “wise words”.
Lupin laughed again in response. Tonks clasped her hands behind her back and looked up at the sky, letting the words slip out naturally:
—I think Harry, and Sirius too —she gestured toward the huge black dog wagging his tail ahead of them— are very lucky to have you around.
She paused briefly and, almost in a whisper accompanied by a small smile, added:
—And I am too, to be honest.
Lupin looked at her, surprised with his light eyes shining in the sunlight.
—Thank you, Tonks —he finally said, smiling openly.
She shrugged as if her words carried no particular weight, but the brightness in her gaze betrayed her. In a calm, unassuming gesture, she slid her hand to his arm and leaned against him slightly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Remus allowed the contact, returning her smile as he lifted his gaze once more toward the sky. The golden sun bathed them both in its warm light, wrapping the moment in an almost ethereal atmosphere.
A few steps ahead, the soft patter of Sirius’s paws against the ground reminded them they were not alone, but the silence they shared held a unique, comfortable intimacy that made the walk all the more pleasant.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
YEEEES!!! At last, we’re starting with the Marauders’ flashbacks!
I’ve been wanting to reach this point for a long time. I needed Ron and Hermione to receive their prefect badges in order to trigger that emotional spark in Remus and finally begin weaving his Hogwarts memories alongside Sirius.
From here on, we drift a little further away from canon, because we don’t really know what the Order of the Phoenix does while the kids are at Hogwarts during the school year. So… that means plenty of original material, new scenes, and creative freedom to fill in those gaps.
I truly hope you enjoy this blend of past and present as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.
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