Written in the Stars

HOGSMEADE is the wizarding village where many younger students wait until their third year to attend their legendary weekend trips. This time, many new third-years and above waited for the instruction of Professor McGonagall before they left. All except Harry Potter whose muggle uncle didn’t sign his permission slip to attend the small wizarding village. 

Instead of pouting about not attending the trip, Harry decided to take a stroll around the Hogwarts grounds. At the same time, the two extremely close Professors also decided to make their way around the nostalgic castle. As expected, they run into the young Potter and strike up a conversation. Since it’s almost November, the air was cold and windy which led Remus to invite you and Harry back to his office for tea. The walk to Remus’s office was long but the company made the walk a bit better. Now, the three of you were in Remus’s office, the piping hot tea warming your hands, while the fire in the fireplace warmed your entire body. You and Remus sat behind his desk while Harry took the chair in front of the two professors. 

“Professor Lupin,” Harry started, “The other day when we were having the boggart lesson, why didn’t you let me face it? You let everyone face it but me.” 

“You'd like to know why I stopped you from facing the Boggart,” Remus replied. Harry nodded and let Remus finish, “ I should think it'd be obvious. I assumed the Boggart would take the shape of Lord Voldemort. But clearly...I was wrong.”

“I did think of Voldemort first. But then, I remembered that night on the train... and the Dementors…” Harry trailed on. 

“Well, well. I'm impressed. That suggests that what you fear most of all is... fear. Very wise,” Remus sounded proud, as were you. You were proud that your nephew was very brave. 

“Before I fainted... I heard something. A woman. Screaming,” Harry commented, “I think it was my mother. The night she was murdered.” 

Your breath hitched at that last sentence. You remembered that night. Sirius was gone, It was only you and Remus left. You two often sat in the living room waiting for days to pass by, waiting for the day that the war would end. Unfortunately, the end of the war was met but at what cost? 

“ The first time I saw you, Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar. By your eyes.
They're your mother Lily's,” Remus hesitated and looked at you, your eyes were glossy remembering the many fond memories you made with your sister. He continued, “Yes. I knew her. She was there for me at a time when no one else was. We used to talk for hours. She was not only a singularly gifted witch but an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in whoever she met, even -- and perhaps most especially -- when that person
couldn't see it in themselves.” You nodded while Remus talked. Everything he said was true and you were glad that so many people talked so fondly of your sister even in death. 

“Which perhaps explains her affection for your father. James had, shall we say, a certain talent for trouble. A gift, rumor has it, he passed on to you,” Lupin smiled at the memories he created with the older, troublesome Potter. “I could tell you stories -- and there are many about your parents, Harry -- but know this…They lived. Every moment of every day. You should know that.
That's how they'd want to be remembered.” 

“Professor Evans,” Harry looked over at you, you nodded, signaling for him to continue, “You and my mother have the same last name. Were you guys related?” 

You look over at Remus, “Should I tell him?” Remus nodded and took your hand in his and squeezed it gently as a sign that he was there to support you. 

You look back at the boy in front of you, “Harry,” you take a deep breath in and exhale, “I am your aunt. Your mother and I are-were twins. Granted, not identical but twins nonetheless.”

“If you’re my aunt then why do I have to stay with the bloody Dursleys?”

“It’s because Headmaster Dumbledore thought that it would be better if you grew up in the muggle world. If you grew up in the wizarding world, that would be too much pressure for such a young boy,” you sighed. You felt for Harry. He lost his parents and up until now, he thought that the Dursleys were the only family he had. 

“Can I come live with you?” Harry asked. 

Remus chuckled and your heart broke a bit, “I’m sorry Harry but you can’t. But, you can come to visit during the summer. Maybe that’ll give us a chance to catch up on all the time we’ve lost.” Harry smiled at you and nodded. You’re glad he understood. 

Moments later, none other than the Potions Master himself, Severus Snape, walks in holding only what can be a Wolfsbane potion for Remus. Harry looks at the suspicious substance and watched as Remus drinks it. Remus has expressed to you countless times that Wolfsbane potion tastes horrid. Remus downs it and thanks Severus for the potion. Severus nods looks at you, then Remus once again, and exits. Harry looks very worried. 

“Professor, what was that?” he asked. 

“Oh, that?” Remus motioned towards the cup on his desk, “It’s simply a potion that relieves an illness that I am unfortunate to have. It’s nothing to worry about.”

Harry nods but he looks awfully suspicious. Harry excuses himself and leaves Remus’s office. Leaving the two professors to themselves. 

“I think that went well,” Remus said with a small smile. 

“They would be so proud of him,” you gaze at the sky, knowing that your sister and brother-in-law would be beyond proud of the way their son turned out. 

The hour's tick by. You are now in Remus’s chamber on the couch reading one of your favorite books. Remus is sitting on the other side of the couch, your legs are thrown over his lap. His hands travel up and down the expanse of your legs which brings you some comfort. He too is reading one of his favorite books when there’s a knock at the door. Remus looks up from his book and so do you. You two meet each other's gaze and give each other questioning looks. There’s another knock at the door, this time it’s more urgent. 

You take your legs off of Remus’s lap and Remus gets up from the couch. He opens the door to see Mr. Filch, the Hogwarts caretaker, with a frantic look on his face. 

“It’s the fat lady,” he says, “She’s been attacked by Sirius Black!”