Harry sat at the desk in the Bones family estate, a stack of letters in front of him that looked like they were having a secret meeting about his fate. Each envelope had its own personality, and as he picked up the first one, he felt like he was about to crack open a mystery novel—minus the plot twists and with more stationary.
He carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, which, to his surprise, had handwriting that suggested Daphne Greengrass had taken her calligraphy lessons very seriously.
"Dear Harry,
My name is Daphne Greengrass, and I'm writing to you because, believe it or not, I have a life outside of my daily routine of practicing sarcasm and perfecting my Potions skills. I've been following your story, which is less of a soap opera and more of a high-drama thriller, and I must admit, it's been quite the emotional rollercoaster.
Now, I come from a family that holds tradition and honor in the highest regard, which is our polite way of saying we have a lot of old-school values and a keen interest in the Potter family. The Greengrasses have always had a soft spot for the Potters, mostly because your ancestors were the kind of brave souls we secretly admired from afar.
Here's the twist in the plot: your grandmother, Euphemia Potter, was a Greengrass before she married into the Potter family. She was my father's aunt, which makes us more than just casual acquaintances. So yes, we're family. Distantly. Think of it as a more refined version of 'second cousins twice removed'—but with less awkward family reunions.
I'll be joining you at Hogwarts next year, and while I fully understand that Hogwarts can be overwhelming—like being thrown into a circus without a map—I'm looking forward to meeting you. I promise to be the friend who won't make you cry during our first encounter.
If you ever find yourself in need of a sounding board or someone to share the stress of being a famous orphan, feel free to reach out. My family and I are here, lurking in the background, ready to help if necessary. Consider it a gentle offer of solidarity from one slightly introverted and emotionally complex person to another.
Looking forward to meeting you,
Daphne Greengrass"
As Harry read Daphne's letter, he couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed Daphne had a knack for mixing formalities with a healthy dose of sarcasm. It was oddly comforting to know that, despite her dry exterior and seemingly insular world, she was extending an olive branch of friendship.
Drakor, who was currently lounging in the back of Harry's mind, couldn't resist chiming in. Oh, Daphne, with her dry wit and the emotional range of a teaspoon. I like her already. She's like a Hufflepuff with a sly twist—cunning, ambitious, and entirely capable of reading your mind about your Christmas wish.
Harry shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips. You know, Drakor, if you keep up with the commentary, I might start to think you're more interested in Daphne than I am.
Drakor's voice was all playful mischief. Oh, please. I'm just here to add a little extra spice to your already chaotic life. Besides, it's always fun to watch someone with a penchant for sarcasm try to navigate the absurdity of your world. But seriously, she seems like she'll be useful. I'd keep an eye on her, if I were you.
With a newfound sense of anticipation, Harry folded the letter and set it aside. Daphne might be a mystery wrapped in sarcasm, but she was also a potential ally. And with Drakor's irreverent commentary echoing in his mind, he was ready for whatever Hogwarts had in store.
—
Harry carefully ripped open another envelope and unfolded the letter inside. It was from Padma Patil, and it looked like she'd put as much effort into the letter as she probably did into her potion brewing.
"Dear Harry,
Hello from the land of 'we've heard your story and decided to write you a letter!' My name is Padma Patil, and my sister Parvati and I are thrilled to be writing to you. We're like super excited to meet you at Hogwarts next year—yes, the same Hogwarts that is basically a magical Disneyland but with fewer roller coasters and more enchanted objects.
I wanted to let you know that even though we haven't met yet, consider us your friends already. Your bravery is like a real-life hero's journey, and honestly, it's inspiring in a way that makes us want to try and be heroes ourselves (or at least not mess up our potions).
I'm particularly looking forward to diving into the library's secret stash of knowledge because, well, who doesn't want to read about spells and magical creatures in their free time? Plus, I hear Hogwarts is the perfect place for discovering new spells—especially if you like studying. Maybe we could even team up and form an unofficial study group?
If you ever need someone to talk to or just a buddy to share in the adventure of Hogwarts, you can count on us. We're not just friendly; we're the type who'd help you find the best place to hang out between classes.
Looking forward to meeting you,
Padma Patil"
Harry finished reading Padma's letter and felt like he'd just had a chat with a very reassuring, slightly nerdy friend. The offer of a study buddy and a friendly face at Hogwarts was exactly the kind of support he was starting to appreciate.
Then he moved on to Parvati's letter, which was like Padma's but with an extra sprinkle of enthusiasm and a side of excitement.
"Hi Harry,
I'm Parvati Patil, and I just wanted to jump in and say that my sister Padma and I have been following your story. Your adventures sound like they're straight out of one of those epic fantasy novels I secretly read under my bedcovers.
Starting at Hogwarts next year is going to be a blast! I'm dreaming of exploring the castle, finding hidden passages (because apparently Hogwarts is part maze), and making a ton of new friends. The idea of uncovering Hogwarts' secrets sounds like a perfect adventure—and it'd be great to do it with you.
Don't worry about feeling alone. We're going to be there for you, whether it's helping you navigate the maze of corridors or just hanging out. Hogwarts is going to be so much fun, and I'm sure you'll fit right in.
Feel free to write us if you ever want to chat or if you need a bit of pre-Hogwarts camaraderie.
See you soon,
Parvati Patil"
Harry couldn't help but smile as he read Parvati's letter. It was like receiving an invitation to the coolest adventure ever, with a promise of friendship and fun.
Drakor's voice rang in his mind with that signature exuberance. Oh, I like these Patil sisters. They're like the perfect blend of bookish and adventurous. They're probably the kind of friends who would turn a boring day into a quest for the lost library book. They might even be able to teach you a thing or two about staying out of trouble.
Harry chuckled. Thanks, Drakor. I'm pretty excited to meet them, too. They seem like they're going to make Hogwarts even more interesting.
Drakor's mental chuckle was mischievous. Just imagine all the mischief we'll get up to together. With these two, we'll be like the trio that outwits every puzzle and outsmarts every danger. But seriously, don't forget that you have allies in these letters. Friends like these can turn any adventure into something amazing. And you, Harry, have the privilege of being the star of this show.
With the letters safely tucked away, Harry felt a renewed sense of anticipation. The journey ahead seemed a bit less daunting, and with friends like Padma and Parvati on the horizon, it looked like the magical adventures of Hogwarts were shaping up to be quite the epic tale.
—-
As Harry rifled through the latest batch of letters, he couldn't help but feel like he was diving headfirst into a whirlwind of new friendships and family dynamics. Each letter from the Weasley clan came with its own brand of charm and excitement, making Harry feel like he was already part of a grand adventure.
The first letter was from Ginny Weasley. It had an infectious excitement that practically leapt off the page.
"Dear Harry,
Hi there! I'm Ginny Weasley, and I'm nine years old. Even though we haven't met, I just had to drop you a line because, honestly, I've been hearing so much about you from my brother Ron that it feels like we're already friends!
I'm a huge Quidditch fan and pretty decent at flying myself. How cool would it be if we could play together someday? My brothers usually hog the brooms, but I'm sure they'd make an exception for you. I'm also really excited to show you around our house, the Burrow. There are so many secret spots that you're going to love.
Looking forward to meeting you!
Ginny"
Harry chuckled at Ginny's letter. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and he could already picture the fun they'd have trying to find all the hidden corners of the Burrow.
Next up was Ron's letter, and it came with a hearty dose of friendliness.
"Hey Harry,
I'm Ron Weasley, and I'm super excited to meet you. My brothers, Fred and George, have been talking non-stop about all the pranks they want to show you. They've been at Hogwarts for a year already, and they say it's brilliant. I can't wait to check it out myself!
I've been reading about everything you've been through in the Daily Prophet. It sounds like it's been rough, but don't worry—things are going to get better. Hogwarts is full of people who want to be your friend, and I'd love it if we could share a dormitory. It'd be really cool.
My family is so excited to meet you. Mum's already planning to cook you a proper meal, and Dad's always talking about Muggle stuff. We live in a house called the Burrow, and it's a bit chaotic, but it's home.
See you soon!
Ron"
Ron's letter made Harry's heart swell with warmth. The thought of a friendly dorm mate and the Weasley family's hospitality felt like a big, cozy blanket of comfort.
Percy Weasley's letter was a bit more formal, but no less welcoming.
"Dear Harry,
I'm Percy Weasley, the third oldest of the Weasley clan and currently in my fourth year at Hogwarts. Although I'm not a prefect yet, I like to think I can offer some guidance to new students.
Transitioning into the wizarding world can be overwhelming, but you'll find a supportive community here. My family is eager to meet you, and if you need help with your studies or navigating the school, don't hesitate to reach out.
Best regards, Percy Weasley"
Percy's letter had a reassuring, almost official tone. Harry appreciated the offer of help and guidance—being new at Hogwarts was starting to feel a bit less daunting.
Finally, Fred and George's letter was like a burst of confetti and fireworks.
"Dear Harry,
We're Fred and George Weasley, and we're a pair of troublemakers currently in our second year at Hogwarts. We've got some big plans for the future, including starting our own joke shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. We're working on some epic pranks that are bound to make Hogwarts even more fun.
We're excited to welcome you to the wizarding world. It's a wild ride full of magic and mischief, and we're thrilled to have you along for the journey. If you ever need a laugh, a friend, or someone to help you navigate Hogwarts' many quirks, we're your guys.
Can't wait to meet you!
Fred and George Weasley"
Harry laughed out loud at Fred and George's letter. Their enthusiasm for mischief and their grand plans for a joke shop sounded like the perfect recipe for an unforgettable adventure.
As Harry finished reading, Drakor's voice piped up in his mind, filled with playful exuberance. Oh, the Weasley clan! Talk about a family with enough energy to power a small city! Ginny's Quidditch dreams, Ron's friendly offer, Percy's slightly uptight yet genuine support, and Fred and George's plan to take over Hogwarts with pranks—it's like we've hit the jackpot of magical camaraderie.
Harry smiled, feeling the warmth of the Weasley's welcome. Yeah, it seems like I'm going to have a lot of fun with these guys. Their letters make Hogwarts sound like the ultimate adventure.
Drakor's inner monologue took a more serious turn. But don't forget, kiddo, while the Weasleys are great, you've got some serious responsibilities ahead. We'll need to navigate all this magic and mayhem, and I'll be right here to make sure you don't get into too much trouble. Or at least, if you do, I'll be there to help you get out of it.
Harry nodded to himself. With friends like the Weasleys and Drakor by his side, the future at Hogwarts seemed bright and full of possibilities. He was ready to embrace this new chapter with open arms and a heart full of hope.
—
As Harry unfolded Luna Lovegood's letter, he was immediately struck by the delightful chaos of colorful drawings that danced around the edges of the parchment. Each sketch seemed to flutter with a life of its own, depicting creatures that looked like they'd wandered straight out of a particularly vivid daydream.
"Dear Harry,
Hello! I'm Luna Lovegood. I wanted to give you a warm welcome to the magical world. My dad, Xenophilius, and I live near Ottery St Catchpole, and we run The Quibbler—a magazine that's all about magical creatures and other fascinating things that most people might think are a bit odd.
I know our beliefs might sound unusual, but that's okay. I think it's important to keep an open mind and see the magic that's hidden in every corner of the world. My dad says there's magic everywhere if you just know how to look for it.
I've heard you've had a tough time with the Muggles, and I'm really sorry for that. You're much stronger than you might realize. My mum, Pandora, always used to say that true strength is about finding light in the most unexpected places. She was always experimenting with new spells and discovering hidden truths.
If you ever feel lonely or just need a friend, remember that you have people who care about you, like my best friend Ginny Weasley and me. I'm really looking forward to meeting you at Hogwarts and exploring all the magical creatures and hidden nooks of the castle together. Maybe we can even hunt for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks!
Take care, Harry, and never stop believing in the extraordinary.
Warm wishes, Luna Lovegood"
As Harry read Luna's letter, he could almost hear her whimsical voice and see her bright, thoughtful eyes behind the words. Her kindness and unique perspective made him feel a little less like a lost stranger in a world that was suddenly brimming with magic and possibility.
Drakor, ever the lively presence in Harry's mind, chimed in with his usual exuberance. Ah, Luna Lovegood—now there's a name that rings with charm and just a hint of the bizarre. She's got that whole "look for magic in the strangest places" thing down to an art. And Crumple-Horned Snorkacks? Really going for the rare and quirky creatures, aren't we?
Harry smiled, feeling a strange yet comforting sense of connection to Luna. You've got to love a friend who's willing to search for creatures that probably don't even exist. Makes you feel like maybe this new world isn't so weird after all.
Drakor's inner voice took on a more serious note, though his tone remained upbeat. But seriously, kid, don't forget Luna's words. Strength isn't just about fighting battles; it's also about finding the magic when everything seems dark. And if you ever need a break from the gloom, just remember, I'm right here to help keep things interesting.
Harry carefully folded Luna's letter and placed it with the others. He felt a sense of contentment and hope, knowing that among the whirlwind of new friendships and adventures, he was not alone. And with Drakor by his side, the journey ahead promised to be as magical and unpredictable as the letters he'd just received.
—
Harry unrolled the next letter, his eyes catching the lively, loopy script that spelled out "Nymphadora Tonks." His curiosity piqued, he dove into the letter with eager anticipation.
—
Hey Harry,
Wotcher! I'm Nymphadora Tonks, but seriously, just call me Tonks. I'm in my sixth year at Hogwarts and a proud Hufflepuff. I wanted to drop you a note and say a big, enthusiastic welcome to the wizarding world! I've heard you've been through a rough patch with the Dursleys, but trust me, things are about to get a whole lot better. Hogwarts is a magical playground, and it's got Quidditch—need I say more?
Here's a fun fact about me: I'm a Metamorphmagus, which means I can change my appearance whenever I want. It's like having a built-in party trick! You'd be amazed how handy it is for dodging trouble or pulling off a prank. I may have a rebellious streak a mile wide (okay, maybe more than a mile), so you can bet Hogwarts is never boring.
Oh, and here's a little family tidbit you might find interesting—my mum, Andromeda, is actually Sirius Black's cousin. So, technically, we're family too! Mum and Sirius were pretty close back in the day before things got all messy. We're all hoping the truth about Sirius will come out soon. He's not the villain everyone thinks he is; he's a good bloke who's been through a lot.
If you have any questions about Hogwarts or just need a friend, don't hesitate to owl me. I'm always up for a chat and can definitely share some tips on surviving Hogwarts. Plus, if you ever need a laugh or a bit of advice on how to navigate this crazy magical world, I'm your girl.
Can't wait to meet you and hang out. You've got a whole crew here who's got your back, even if you've just met us.
Stay awesome and keep smiling!
Cheers, Tonks (Seriously, don't call me Nymphadora unless you want a hexed toe)
—
Harry couldn't help but grin as he finished reading Tonks' letter. Her playful spirit and warm welcome were exactly what he needed. The thought of meeting someone as lively and supportive as Tonks was incredibly reassuring.
Drakor's voice chimed in, filled with his usual exuberance. Ah, Tonks! The only person I know who could make clumsiness look like a superpower. She's like a walking magical circus, and I mean that in the best possible way. Imagine all the spells she's botched while tripping over her own feet. Hilarious!
Harry chuckled, imagining Tonks stumbling around Hogwarts. And the hexed toe comment—classic. She really doesn't want anyone messing with her name.
Drakor's tone shifted slightly, though his playful edge remained. But seriously, Harry, Tonks is a gem. She's got a rebellious streak, but she also has a heart of gold. She'll be a great ally, and having someone who knows how to have fun and also stand by you in a pinch is exactly what you need. Plus, if you ever need a laugh, she's your go-to.
Harry carefully folded Tonks' letter, feeling a deep sense of appreciation for the friendly support he was receiving. With his new friends and allies, the future was starting to look not just magical, but downright exciting. And with Drakor by his side, he was ready to face whatever came next with a bit of humor and a lot of heart.
—
As Harry unfolded the next letter, he noticed the neat, almost meticulous handwriting that belonged to Neville Longbottom. He took a deep breath and began to read, curious about what Neville had to share.
—
Dear Harry,
Hi there! My name is Neville Longbottom, and I hope this letter finds you in good spirits. I wanted to reach out and introduce myself before we both head to Hogwarts next year. My parents, Frank and Alice Longbottom, were Aurors during the fight against Voldemort. They were really brave and kind, just like your parents.
Here's a little tidbit that might interest you: Your mum, Lily Potter, was actually my godmother. My gran used to tell me all sorts of stories about her. She was a wonderful witch and a true friend. According to my gran, Lily was always looking out for me when I was a baby, and I like to think she's kept an eye on me ever since.
I live with my gran now, and she always has something nice to say about your parents. It's a bit of a shame we didn't get to know each other earlier, but I'm really glad that we'll be starting Hogwarts together soon. I'm looking forward to sharing stories about our families and maybe even becoming friends.
If you need anything at all or just want to chat, don't hesitate to reach out. I'm here for you.
Looking forward to meeting you!
Your friend, Neville Longbottom
—
Harry felt a warm connection as he finished Neville's letter. The knowledge that his mother had been Neville's godmother and had watched over him as a baby gave him a profound sense of pride and belonging. He carefully folded the letter, placing it with the others, feeling a deeper bond with his new world and his future classmates.
Drakor, ever the animated observer, chimed in with his usual enthusiasm. Ah, Neville Longbottom. The guy who could accidentally set his own shoes on fire and still somehow make it look like a magic trick. Can't wait to see him in action at Hogwarts. He's like a walking, talking example of why you should never judge a book by its cover.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at Drakor's commentary. I'm telling you, Neville's a gem. Sure, he might lose his wand more often than he finds it, and his plants might be slightly less alive than they should be, but the kid's got guts. Bravery isn't just about flashy spells or epic duels; it's about standing up for what's right, even when you're scared out of your mind.
Drakor's tone shifted slightly, a hint of genuine care creeping into his usually playful demeanor. And let's be honest, Neville's one of those who shows that bravery isn't just in the big moments. It's in the quiet, everyday acts of courage. We've got ourselves a real hero in the making, and he'll be an invaluable friend to have around.
With a final glance at Neville's heartfelt letter, Harry felt more connected to his new world and his new friends. The journey ahead seemed a little less daunting with allies like Neville and the ever-supportive Drakor by his side.
—
Harry picked up the letter addressed by someone named Hannah Abbott, curiosity bubbling inside him. As he unfolded the parchment, he felt a strange mixture of warmth and intrigue.
—
Dear Harry,
Hi there! I'm Hannah Abbott, and I'm thrilled to hear that you're with my best friend Susan and her aunt. I can't wait to meet you in person! You know what's really wild? I live in Godric's Hollow. Yes, that Godric's Hollow—the very place where your parents lived and where you might have grown up. We could have been neighbors!
Sometimes, I daydream about what it would have been like if you had been here. We might have played together in the streets, shared our secrets, and celebrated birthdays with cake and laughter. It's a bit bittersweet thinking about how things might have been different, but I'm looking forward to talking more about it when we finally meet.
Warm regards, Hannah
—
Harry's eyes widened at the mention of Godric's Hollow. The idea of having grown up there, with Hannah as his neighbor, was a powerful image that danced vividly in his mind. He imagined the streets lined with memories, filled with the laughter of children and the warmth of shared moments. The thought brought a bittersweet smile to his face, a longing for a past that could have been.
Drakor's voice buzzed in his mind, full of playful energy. Oh, look at that! A letter from your future neighbor in the land of what-could-have-beens. Godric's Hollow, huh? I'd say we've stumbled upon a treasure trove of nostalgia and missed birthday parties!
Harry chuckled at Drakor's commentary. Yeah, it's a bit surreal. I mean, the idea of growing up in the same place where my parents lived—it's kind of overwhelming.
Drakor's tone shifted to a mock-serious note. Oh, come on, Harry! Don't get all mopey on me. Just think of it as an epic adventure waiting to be discovered. Besides, it's not like we won't have plenty of time to make new memories. And hey, if you ever need a wingman for making up for lost birthday parties, you've got me.
Harry grinned, feeling the warmth of Hannah's letter and Drakor's playful banter blend into a comforting mix. He carefully folded the letter, adding it to his growing collection of heartfelt messages. The thought of exploring Godric's Hollow with someone who already felt like a friend made the future seem a bit brighter, and he couldn't wait to learn more about the place where his parents had once lived.
—-
Harry picked up the final letter, noting its elegant handwriting and the French-sounding name, Fleur Delacour. Intrigued, he unfolded it and began to read, curiosity piqued.
—-
Dear Harry,
Bonjour! My name is Fleur Delacour, and I'm a student at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to reach out and introduce myself because my father, Jacques Delacour, is currently the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the French Ministry of Magic. He knew your father, James Potter, very well from their days as Aurors. My father often speaks of your dad with great respect and admiration—he was considered a true hero.
I also have a younger sister, Gabrielle, who is your age. She's completely smitten with you and dreams of being Mrs. Gabrielle Potter one day. She talks about you incessantly and is absolutely thrilled that you're back in our world. Her excitement is almost as charming as her crush.
I hope that we can meet in person someday soon. Until then, please know that you have friends here in France who are rooting for you.
Best wishes, Fleur Delacour
—
As Harry read about Gabrielle's admiration, he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of a young girl's crush reaching across countries. The connection between his family and Fleur's, especially with their fathers having known each other, gave him a warm, comforting feeling. The idea of friendships spanning from England to France made the magical world feel even more expansive and interconnected.
Drakor's voice hummed playfully in Harry's mind. Well, well, well! Looks like you're quite the international heartthrob, Harry. A French admirer? Très magnifique! Gabrielle's got good taste—must be the Potter charm.
Harry grinned at Drakor's commentary. I guess so. It's kind of amazing how these connections are coming together. Makes me feel like I'm a part of something much bigger.
Drakor's tone shifted to mock-seriousness. Indeed! A grand international network of friends and fans. Just imagine the fan mail you'll get when you're the hero of the wizarding world. Might need a bigger mailbox!
Harry chuckled, feeling a sense of anticipation for the day he'd meet Fleur and Gabrielle. Folding the letter carefully, he added it to his growing collection. The letters had not only welcomed him into the magical world but had also painted a vibrant picture of the connections and friendships waiting for him.
As Harry leaned back, a contented smile spread across his face. The excitement and hope for the future were undeniable. He was no longer alone, and with each letter, he was forging bonds that would make his journey even more extraordinary.
—
Sirius Black sat on the edge of his narrow cot, his eyes glued to the Daily Prophet like it was a golden ticket to freedom. After eight and a half years of Azkaban's grim and damp hospitality, the sight of anything resembling good news felt almost too surreal. His heart thudded like a bass drum as he read the headline, and he could hardly believe what he was seeing.
HARRY POTTER'S NEW GUARDIAN: AMELIA BONES TAKES CHARGE
Sirius blinked. Amelia Bones? The very name conjured up a whirlwind of memories—some warm and fuzzy, others wrapped in the bitterness of betrayal. Amelia had been more than just an old colleague; she had been his beacon of light during the dark times. Her wit was sharper than a Goblin-made blade, and her sense of justice was as fierce as a dragon's breath. And, let's be honest, she'd also been the reason Sirius had occasionally found himself laughing instead of wallowing in despair.
But this news wasn't just a pleasant distraction—it was a lifeline. Amelia Bones was now looking after his godson, Harry Potter. The thought alone was like a shot of adrenaline straight to his soul. If anyone could cut through the tangled mess of lies that had imprisoned him, it was Amelia. He'd been framed by the ever-slimy Peter Pettigrew, and now it was time to set things straight. Sirius was going to need Amelia's help, and he was determined to make sure she got his side of the story.
He was so wrapped up in his plans that he almost missed it when the cell door creaked open. The clunky sound of an Auror's boots echoed through the corridor, and Sirius's heart skipped a beat. "Black, you've got a visitor," the Auror announced with all the enthusiasm of a damp sponge.
"Who is it?" Sirius rasped, his voice rough from lack of use and the sheer amount of bad news he'd been absorbing.
"Amelia Bones," the Auror said, a note of respect slipping into his otherwise gruff tone. "She's here to speak with you."
Sirius's pulse raced. This was it—the chance he'd been waiting for. The chance to finally talk to someone who could set the record straight. As he followed the Auror down the dimly lit corridor, his thoughts were a mix of hope and determination. He was ready to fight for his freedom, protect Harry, and, who knows, maybe even rekindle a lost love.
The meeting room door loomed ahead, looking more like a gateway to freedom than any door had a right to. With every step, Sirius's resolve solidified. He was ready to confront the past, fight for the future, and, most importantly, reclaim the life that had been stolen from him.
When he walked into the room, there she was—Amelia Bones, sitting with an air of authority and a touch of kindness that made Sirius's heart skip. This was the beginning of a new chapter, and Sirius was ready to turn the page.
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