࿐ ˚ . ✦𝚖𝚒𝚣𝚙𝚊𝚑~(𝚗.) 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑✦ . ˚ ࿐

        𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕚𝕤 a delicate, pretty little thing. It shatters, it breaks, it sings, it tells us what we want and it reminds us of the things we can't have. Delicate in the way that words can create an earthquake, the rumbling being the cause of tiny cracks that only get larger after each destruction. (y/n) stared at the words that dented the cream parchment, mind and body struck with fear and uncertainty.

Her chest swirled with a sea of conflicting emotions and hypocritical thoughts. She knew what this letter from Remus Lupin was about, and she knew that he had a lot to be sorry for.

(y/n) spent her whole life asking why. Asking what made her so unwanted that her parents abandoned her to be someone else's burden. So for her entire thirteen years of living, she would silently try to put the pieces together, try to figure out who and why. But nobody ever had the answers she seeked.

It was always,

"Oh I'm so sorry sweetheart, but we know just as much as you."

"I don't know anything."

"That's not important dear, just embrace the loving family you have now."

Then she met Remus Lupin, and the fog started to clear like the solution was finally coming into view. There was an immediate familiarity about him when they noticed each other on the Hogwarts Express, both choosing to leave that feeling in the dark corners of their body.

The feeling however, was becoming unavoidable. Defense Against the Dark Arts, the subject that (y/n) walked into her first week of third year and realized this man named 'Professor R.J. Lupin', was teaching.

Of course they both didn't think anything of it, but then again they weren't aware of the impact the girl's Boggart was about to cause.

(y/n)'s Boggart swirled, displaying for everyone to see the exact night she became someone else's burden, someone else's broken little girl.

She was naturally crumbling inside, but it also brought her a sense of...comfort. Because now instead of imagining scenario after scenario of what it could've been, she knew exactly what that dreadful night looked like.

A tear leaking down her cheek and Remus Lupin paling to a shade of ivory that was somehow lighter than his normal skin tone.

The teacher that had years of experience and could with no problem cast the 'ridikulus' incantation, was frozen. Didn't have the ability to help her when she was the one, the only one, who was supposed to freeze in the presence of her own Boggart.

From that moment on, (y/n) knew this man knew something she didn't. He knew something about the part of her story that's been absent. She's always said that her life has felt like a lie, like there was a missing puzzle piece.

Lupin possibly held the puzzle piece in the chambers of his mind and he had the power to make her feel like she knew who she truly was.

Why did she have a strange love and pull to the universe and the night sky? Why did she love to journal her feelings? Why was she a seer? Why does she always laugh and have such a caring nature for people? What makes her a hopeless romantic? Is there a reason she loves to just listen to music while staring out of her window at the raindrops that steadily run down the glass?

Everything that makes up who she is could be traced back to her parents, their identity possibly known by Lupin.

Naturally, (y/n) confronted him about this, the day her and Harry went into his office when everyone else was wandering about Hogsmeade. The man had, suspiciously quick, claimed he knew absolutely nothing about her parents when asked.

(y/n) had let go of the accusation, figuring there was something about her parents and her story that either triggered something for him, or he truly hadn't a clue about her life.

To be quite honest the events that third year entailed, (her growing powers, suspicious visions and whispers, complicated relationship with Harry, having a huge fight with her friends, trying to piece together what the 'prophecy' was, etc.) had made her forget she was on a mission to find her parents in the first place.

Oh but then this night had occurred. Peter Pettigrew mentioned her mother, causing Sirius to say,
"How dare you touch the daughter of-"
before being cut off by Lupin's hand.

That's when she knew. That's when she knew that there was something being unsaid, by not just Lupin, but a whole group of adults. That's when she knew Remus Lupin had lied to her about knowing nothing about her parents.

The only question was why? What was so deep and dark that he had to lie about it?

Now, only seconds before this present moment, Sirius had said something that struck her.

"You are special (y/n), and have so much lying ahead of you. Your fierceness reminds me of when my dear friend Lily went here. Most importantly, I expect you will be getting a letter soon."

He had been right, she had received a letter only a second later from her owl. It had been from Lupin himself, the main idea of this letter being that there were things she deserved to know and questions that could be answered by him. Ending with the instruction to meet him at the lake the next day at eight o'clock p.m..

(y/n) was dragged out of her daydreams and thoughts by a hand around her shoulder; Hermione's hand. She hadn't realized that nothing's been said since she read the letter out loud. In fact she had just been staring at the parchment for a few minutes, the paper crushed under her tight grip.

"Are you alright?" Hermione worried, trying her best to be comforting.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm..." (y/n) sighed, realizing there was no point in trying to conceal her emotions. "I'm terrified. What if I don't want to find out who my parents are? Maybe their identity is hidden for a reason. I mean, it's not like I could go visit them because they wouldn't even want me there. I know I've been saying how badly I need to know who they are, but now that it's here..." 

Harry slowly walked towards her, pausing and staring at her pained face, before pulling her into a gentle hug. His arms created a shield while she sunk into the comfort of his chest, head on his shoulder. This is what she's been needing, a hug that had comfort and support flooding into it. 

"I think you'll regret not going, especially if it leaves you wondering if you could potentially find out where you came from." Harry comforted, heart beating with sympathy and compassion for his best friend. 

Ron and Hermione stood in shock at the abrupt moment, also silently cheering in their heads. 

(y/n) pulls away, wiping her nose while giving Harry a small smile, him giving a awkward toothy one in response. 

"Thank you guys, I really don't know how I would get by without someone with rational thoughts telling me what to do," (y/n) laughed before starting to walk back to the castle with the group. 

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The long overdue expression of (y/n)'s thoughts and fears processed onto the binded pages of her journal through the ink that leaked from her quill. It's funny really, she knows the feelings that are stirring inside her, but she can't put it into words. Can't describe it in a way that would accurately depict her thoughts and the feeling that burrowed in her chest. 

𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟷𝟶, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟺

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎,

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗...𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚘𝚑 𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 '𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚢' 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚜' 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚜 𝙻𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝙸 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐?

𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗,

~(𝚢/𝚗)

The girl softly closes her journal, tracing her fingers over the creases that have formed in the leather over the years.

While placing it in her trunk, her golden snitch was glowing. She looks at the clock.

7:50 at night

Harry was wishing her good luck in their own special language, so naturally she grazed her fingers over the same golden surface. 

In his bed, Harry smiled like a little kid, thinking of how much he appreciated his Christmas gift.

"Crap," (y/n) whispered. Realizing since the time was 7:50, she only had ten minutes to get to her and Lupin's meeting place. 

She closes the glistening latch with a click, her feet creating soft pattering sounds on the wooden flooring. She grabs a light sweatshirt, feeling the soft stitching against her skin while it chases away the cold. Softly, the girl closes the grand wooden door, the musty scent of the stone corridors ambushing her sense of smell. She runs down the golden lit corridors, a cool but humid breeze clashing with the skin of her legs. 

Running against the dewy grass and colorful sky, the faint sound of crickets taunt her ears. 

7:58

In a matter of minutes, the answers she's carried on her back all of her life were going to be answered in an instant.

(y/n) stops in her tracks trying to catch her breath; but also being too scared to take a step closer. Ahead in her line of vision, stands the back of a tall shaggy haired man-Remus Lupin. 

He stood with his hands in his tan pockets, admiring the glowing sunset's reflection on the dark water. Breeze creating little ripples on the surface.

The Gryffindor took in a shaky breath, wiping her sweaty palms on her sweatshirt. She took a step forward, the slight crunch of pebbles underneath the sole of her shoe giving away her presence. 

Lupin abruptly turned around, a nervous smile spreading across his face once he realized who was behind him. 

"(y/n)! You came," he smiled, gesturing for her to come stand next to him.

She obliged, sitting criss-cross on the stones. "Of course," she replied.

Lupin took a seat next to her, arms resting on his knees, as they sat in silence for a moment, admiring the scenery and really not knowing how to start the conversation. 

Purple clouds softly floated against the darkening sky. The Sun was now barely visible above the horizon,  becoming an ombre of navy and light blue while the tiny stars were coming into view. Black silhouettes of playful birds dance cheerfully against the winds, making it seem like the world was incapable of being such an evil place. 

"I'm not sure how to start such a conversation," Lupin said, breaking the silence. "I've never done anything like this. What questions do you have, I suppose that's a good place to start."

"I think you mean what questions don't I have," (y/n) grumbled, Lupin only opening his mouth not knowing how to respond. "Sorry. I'm not sure where to start either if I'm being honest. I guess...did you know my parents?" 

Lupin pauses for a moment, looking back out to the water. "I did. Both were part of our little group with Lily, James, and Sirius. All of us planned on raising our children together. Unfortunately, your mother..." Lupin paused, clearing his throat. "She was a part of the original Order of the Phoenix, which I'm sure you'll hear more of in your later years. We all fought alongside each other in the first Wizarding War." He laughs, reminiscing. "Your mother survived the war, but um...she unfortunately passed away. Death Eaters did it. Murdered her and her entire family!" Lupin yelled, causing (y/n) to jump. "Sorry. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, viewed her and her family as a threat, killed her July of 1981. Only a couple months after your first birthday. She was an extremely powerful witch, her name was Marlene McKinnon. You remind me a lot of her actually. Poor Lily cried through the night when she found out."

Lupin looked over, feeling guilty for causing the tears (y/n) was trying so hard to hold back.

"My uh, my dad? What about him?" she asked, hoping it wouldn't be the same answer.

"Alive. Struggling with his own battles, but alive. Your birthday is May 21 by the way, not sure if you knew that."

(y/n) shook her head, "No, nobody knew. My parents- my adoptive parents made it the day the Ministry gave me to them." 

"I'm sure you always ask yourself why you were given to someone else. Why I put you in front of Ollivanders." Lupin played with the stones on the ground, not looking up.

"You?" (y/n) questioned. "Why wouldn't my dad  be the one to do that? Leave you to do his dirty work did he?" 

"(y/n)...your dad was the one that brought you to Ollivanders," Lupin sighed.

"What? Professor, you just said that you were the one that-" (y/n) paused, coming to the realization and springing up from where she was sitting. "It's you? You're my dad? You coward! You're telling me that you abandoned me to be someone else's child and just resumed your life like normal? Came to this school to teach like you didn't ditch me on the cold floor? Unbelievable," (y/n) turned around and began to storm off. 

"Now wait just a minute-" Lupin tried to say, but was cut off. 

"No! I've waited enough. Thirteen years actually, thinking my parents had to either both be dead or have a good reason to do this to me. I didn't think it would be someone I trusted." She turned back around, resuming her escape. 

"I didn't want to! I did it because I didn't want to have my daughter murdered like the love of my life. I wanted to make sure that I at least had a daughter to look for."

She stops, tears leaking into the corners of her mouth. "What are you talking about?"

"After your mother passed, I took you and I to a safe place. The Potters and I made our Secret-Keeper Pettigrew. After Lily and James were murdered, I knew there was a good chance our hiding spot got out to Voldemort as well. Considering you are the daughter of Marlene, there was a good chance he also viewed you as a threat. So I arranged for Ollivander to take you to the Ministry, but I didn't think it would be so difficult to find you. When I recognized you on the train this year, you're right, I was too coward to come forward. I promise you (y/n), I didn't want to."

The girl, now technically (y/n) Lupin, turns to face her new found father as he continues to speak "Now I don't expect you to immediately accept me with open arms, call me dad, or come live with me, because you have another family that you've grown with and I respect that. It kills me that I couldn't be that family for you, but you're my daughter and your safety comes first. Will you please just come sit down."

(y/n) reluctantly sits back down, wiping away her tears. 

Lupin sighs, "You know, your mother was very talented in Divination. Of course she was never as powerful as you will become, but it might have contributed to your seer abilities." 

Lupin's daughter cleared her throat and quietly spoke, "Do you think I love and am so drawn to the moon and stars because...well because you're a werewolf?" 

He laughs, "Possibly, yes. Listen it's getting late and I know I gave you a lot of information to process. We can talk more later, how's that sound?" 

(y/n) nods, "Sure. Goodnight...uh-"

"Remus. Remus is fine for now."

"Right. Goodnight, Remus," (y/n) says. She walks off, sitting against one of the archways leading into the corridor and looks up at the sky, trying to process everything.

After about fifteen minutes, she hears footsteps behind her. She hastily turns around to see Harry, awkwardly standing with his hands in his jacket pockets and noticing the tears that stained her face.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hey"

"How'd it go?" As he spoke he slowly made it to the empty spot next to her. 

"Well, I know who my parents are," she laughed.

"That's great! Right?" 

"Yeah...I suppose. Lupin's my dad."

Harry's mouth dropped, not being able to find the right words to respond. "That's insane. What about your mum?"

(y/n) sniffed, trying to keep her lip from trembling, "Murdered by Death Eaters."

Harry immediately grabbed her hands as his heart strained for her, "I'm so sorry, I really am. Do you wanna talk about it?" 

She shakes her head, "Not yet. Although...Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"How-how do you deal with it? Knowing your parents...you know," she said, hoping it was an appropriate thing to ask. 

"It gets easier. You sort of except the fact that you'll never see them again, or never really know what they look or act like. People think you use it as a pity card, but they never realize how hard it is. It helps when you have people you care about so much to fill the empty spot," he says the last part with a smile on his face as he nudges her. 

She shivers, the crying and cloudy night sky making her thin sweatshirt no use. 

"Are you cold?" Harry asks concerned, noticing the goosebumps on her legs and the chattering of her teeth behind her soft lips. 

She laughs, "Yeah a little, but it's fine."

"No, it's not. Here, you can just...uh take my jacket," Harry blushes, removing his fleece jacket from his sweatshirt and wrapping around (y/n)'s shoulders.

"Thank you," she whispers, both of their hearts beating at an unnaturally fast pace. "You'll write to me this Summer right?"

"Of course, if...you wouldn't mind," Harry says as he scratches the back of his head.

"Course not, I just can't imagine not talking for almost three months." (y/n) rests her head on Harry's shoulder as he hesitantly puts an arm around her shoulder. 

(y/n) actually felt ok, because now that she knew her story and she knew why things were the way they were, she didn't feel like she was blindly searching in the dark. In fact, she felt like there was a lamp turned on, allowing her finally see. 

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The next morning (y/n) wakes up to Hermione shaking her shoulder. 

"Hermione," (y/n) grunts. "What's your problem?"

"Care to explain why Harry's jacket is on top of your trunk?" Hermione says, pointing to the grey jacket on top of the wooden trunk. 

"It's nothing, I was cold so he gave me his jacket and I forgot to give it back!" (y/n) shoves her head under a pillow, Hermione yanking it off.

"You and I both know you kept it on purpose," Hermione laughs.

"So what if I did? I was gonna return it today anyway. In fact, I'll go do that right now just to prove that I don't have an odd obsession with him." (y/n) gets up and sticks her tongue out at Hermione before grabbing the jacket and going to find Harry.

The corridors bustled with students, (y/n) looking for a fluffy head of raven hair. She feels a tap on her shoulder and turns around to see him with a crooked smile on his face.

"Oh! Hey Harry, I was just looking for you to return this." She reluctantly hands him back the soft jacket, students giggling as they walk past the two. 

"Thanks. Hey listen, I was just going to say bye to Lupin for the year, would you want to come?" Harry asks with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Uh...I guess I don't see why not," she says, following him up the stone staircases to the open door of Lupin's office.

They walk in to see him packing up piles of books and papers.

"Ah Harry and (y/n), the lovely duo," Lupin says before the two even step foot into his office. "Saw you guys coming," he says, pointing to the Marauders Map and using his wand to shut a few boxes.

Harry stands in shock by how beat up the professor looks with untamed hair, more scars than before, and bags that were impossible not to notice. "Trust me, I've looked worse," Lupin whispers, a reassuring smile on his face.

"You've been sacked," Harry says amused.

"No I resigned, actually," Lupin says as he rips up a piece of paper and throws it into a trash can with a pile of papers.

"Resigned?" Harry said exasperated. "Why?" 

"Well, seems that somebody let slip the nature of my condition. This time tomorrow the owls will start arriving and parents will not want a um...well someone like me teaching their children." Lupin says softly.

"But Dumbledore-"

"Dumbledore has already risked enough on my behalf. Besides people like me are...well that's just it I'm use to it by now." Lupin waves his wand and closes all of his trunks, the office seemingly almost empty as if he was never there. "Why do you look so miserable Harry?" 

"None of it made any difference. Pettigrew escaped." Harry whined while (y/n) scoffed.

"Didn't make any difference? Harry it made all the difference in the world! You both helped uncover the truth, you saved an innocent man from a terrible fate. It made a great deal of difference." Lupin lifts his bag from the table and walks from behind his desk. "If I am proud of anything, it is of how much you both have learned this year. Now, since I am no longer either of your teacher, I feel no guilt whatsoever giving this back," he says, pointing to the unfolded map on his desk. "So now I'll say goodbye. I feel sure we'll meet again sometime. Until then, Mischief Managed ." 

The map folds back up, the words disappearing ready to be activated again. 

"But Remus," (y/n) protests, "I just found out...well you know. Now what? I'm not going to see you?"

"Well, I'd be happy to have you live with me this summer. Of course, if that's something you would want to do," Lupin looks hopeful as he stands in the doorway.

"Well...I would love to, I really would, but I don't think I could leave my other family like that. Maybe next year?"

Lupin nods, "That's understandable. Write to me if you need anything, you too Harry." 

With that, Lupin leaves and (y/n) and Harry head down to breakfast before they have to catch the train. 

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"Lupin's your what?" Ron says, face stuffed with food. 

"My dad, apparently," (y/n) laughs. "Ron, chew your food please." 

"How do you feel about that?" Hermione asks.

"I mean, it's great knowing who my father is and Lupin is probably the luckiest card I could've gotten, but it's so weird to think of anyone else as my dad besides my adoptive one. I mean I've grown up calling him dad and feeling like he was my actual dad, but now all of a sudden my biological dad is here out of the blue? It's hard." (y/n) sighs, finishing her food.

"A totally valid way to feel, it must be so overwhelming." Hermione looks at her watch and springs up, " We're gonna miss all the good seats on the train!" Ron tries to stuff as much as he can in his mouth before getting up and the other two chasing after Hermione. 

They find a cabinet on the train, Ron next to Hermione, Harry next to (y/n). 

"Well, another year down," (y/n) sighs. 

"I don't know how we do it, honestly," Harry says, yawning before resting his head on (y/n)'s shoulder. 

"It's so exhausting," Ron says, earning a glare from Harry and (y/n). 

The boy who is constantly running from death and the girl saving him from it while repeatedly seeing the future  and everyone's future problems. "Tell us about it," they say in unison. 

"Alright so I already got Harry to promise to write to me this summer, what about you two? Hermione I'm assuming we're sticking to our two times a week thing, but Ron you're awful at sending anything during the summer I'm just putting that out there." (y/n) laughs at the expression on Ron's face from her words, but realizing Harry fell asleep from his silence. 

"I'm not going to promise anything," Ron says, chocolate frogs stuffed in his mouth.

"I give up with you," (y/n) laughs. 

The group eventually falls asleep, smiles on their faces but hearts also aching from the fact that they were leaving each other. 

(y/n) couldn't believe everything she had been through this year, making her wonder what fourth year had in store for her. The adventures that laid on her timeline and the struggles she would have to jump over. Hopefully, it was something she could handle and hopefully her future visions didn't make her realize just how intense it was going to be. 

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐙𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝟏𝟐•𝟐𝟐•𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝟑•𝟎𝟓•𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

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a/n~ IM CRYING:( I can't believe third year is over, I hope you enjoyed the way I wrote it and the plot that I provided for Prisoner of Azkaban! I have some fun things planned for GOF :)

This chapter was very late and I'm sorry for making you wait, I'm just mean like that but I hope the wait was worth it

Sorry for grammar or spelling mistakes! Until next time ~ i

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