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how much do you think it haunted remus that the boy who should have grown up calling him uncle always called him professor
So Sirius and Remus ask Marlene to surrogate for them so they can have a baby. They don’t want anyone to know just in case it doesn’t happen and they have been trying for some time but it’s been unsuccessful.
Marlene is killed by death eaters.
“So sad,” they overhear Molly Weasley saying at the funeral. “Apparently she was pregnant.”Guys why do these thoughts pop into my head?
TARA NO! How am I supposed to keep standing blow after blow? HOOOOWWWWW?
Okay fine. Marlene has the baby and they are very happy…
Sirius is sent to prison, Marlene is dead and the ministry won’t let Remus keep the child because he’s a werewolf.
The baby is put up for adoption and Remus doesn’t see her (I’ve decided it’s a girl) again…
But there’s a third year Ravenclaw when Remus is teaching at Hogwarts who’s eyes bare a striking resemblance to all the Wanted posters around Hogsmeade.*sigh* that wasn’t much better, was it?
you are relentless
Maybe her parents tell her she’s adopted and that they’ll help her look for her birth parents once she’s of age.
So she comes of age, but the second war is happening so the search for her real parents is put on the back burner.
The war ends and she throws herself into research only to find out that everyone’s dead.
apparently angst is contagious…who knew?
Almost everyone is dead. There’s still one not-quite-family left.
She takes a deep breath before knocking on the office door of one Arthur Weasley. She can’t get to him, she’s tried. It make sense really. He’s even more famous now than before the final battle. Everyone knows his connection to the Weasley family though. This is last idea. Her last thought on how to talk to someone who knew at least one of her bio parents. The last one alive…
Flashes of light rocket through her memory, greens and reds and yellows that haunt her memories. She hears the screams and almost screams herself when she feels a warm hand touch her shoulder. She backs away, clutching the papers in her hands so hard they crinkle and start to tear.
“Oh, dear!” a kind voice says and Arthur Weasley’s hand hangs in mid-air. “I’m so sorry. You had knocked and then you were just staring… I knew better than to touch you, what with everyone…” His voice trails off and she notices how tired he looks, the wrinkles around his eyes. He clears his throat. “Yes, well… Can I help you?”
She takes a deep breath and hands the papers to Mr Weasley. “Could you please give these to Harry? Harry Potter?”
Mr Weasley’s hand hesitates and he looks at her, a protective look on his face. “Harry is very busy. He has done a lot for our world and deserves-”
“I agree,” she interrupts. “It’s about… Its about Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Marlene…Mckinnin.” The last name was strange on her tongue. An unknown from the first war, nothing like a former teacher or an accused murder…
Mr Weasley’s hand closes over the papers as if of its own violation. She smiles and turns to walk away. “Wait! What’s your name?”
She didn’t turn back as she calls over her shoulder, “It’s all in the papers, just have him read it, please?”
….keep going….o_o does she meet Harry!? DOES SHE MEET TEDDY!?!? IS SHE A PART OF TEDDY’S LIFE!?! DOES ANDROMEDA TELL HER ALL ABOUT SIRIUS!?! DOES HARRY GIVE HER SIRIUS’ BIKE AND HAVE HER OVER FOR TEA AND TELL HER ALL THE STORIES HE KNOWS ABOUT THE MARAUDERS!?! I NEED ANSWERS
You write the next part! You made her a girl! I didn’t want to take the naming away from you!!
I’LL RESPOND IF YOU CONTINUE
There’s a knock on the door to her tiny flat one day and she’s quite shocked to see the savior of the Wizarding World standing there looking equally surprised.
After a moment of standing with his mouth open like a dead fish, he clears his throat and holds up the papers. “Are you Fiona Wildwood? I’m-”
“I know who you are.” She smirks, leaning against the door frame and Harry finds it a little unsettling how eerily familiar the smirk actually is. When he first read the paperwork, he thought it was some sort of cruel joke or a scam, but seeing the girl and recognizing her features as his late godfather’s, it was impossible to deny.
“Er,” Harry says, shuffling awkwardly. Even after all these years it’s still strange to know that people know who he is without him saying it. “Right, of course.”
Fiona laughs softly. “We had probably 20 classes together since we were 11, that’s all. D’you…I mean, I know you’re busy being Harry Potter and all, but do you want to come inside?”“Er… sure,” Harry says and runs his hand through his hair. He then steps in as Fiona stepped back and let him into her flat.
She watches as he takes on her few decorations; a Ravenclaw pennant, a poster from a muggle band she likes, and a few family pictures on the mantle. He stands awkwardly and she chuckles.
“Sit, Harry,” she motions to the old sofa she took when she moved out of her parents after the war. “Tea?”
“Yeah, thanks,” he says and tries to sit on the edge of the sofa but slowly slides back as the soft and old cushions collapse. “Oof!”
Fiona turns around from setting the kettle on the stove and laughs, crossing her arms as she leans against the counter. “Sorry! The sofa likes to eat people…”
Harry gives her a startled expression and her bark-like laugh rings in the room again and she shakes her dark hair. “No, not like that. Mum’s Muggle-Born and still loves to go to old re-sale shops. I’ve no idea how old the sofa is, but it’s the most comfortable piece of furniture I own….”
Harry chuckles and nods, fingers tapping out a rhythm on the large book he brought with him. The kettle sings and she turns to pour the water into the tea pot. She brings over a tray with the cups, tea pot, and fixings. “I’m sorry I’m out of biscuits…” she says as she sets it down.
She watches Harry make his cuppa and as the silence grows heavy she runs her fingers through her long hair before sighing and pulling it back. “So, this is awkward.”
“A little…” Harry agrees with a laugh as he stirs his tea. “So…Fiona-”
“Fia.” She corrects him. “Everyone calls me Fia.” She bites her lip. “I know this must be a strange situation for you…it’s pretty strange for me as well. My parents didn’t tell me I was adopted until after the war or I would have tried to find them sooner. By the time I knew, they were…well, you know.” She sighs before sipping her tea. “I didn’t know who else to go to, I just knew you were close to them…I don’t want anything, just answers. I’m sure you of all people understand that.”
I’M A MESS WHO LET ME ADULT
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