Her eyes lit up with relief, and she cradled her arm against her chest. "Are you
serious? Has this been tested?"
"Professor Dumbledore did it briefly before I turned eleven," Remus said, recalling
how the headmaster showed up at his house unannounced. "Mum thought he was a burglar
and tried swinging a stick at his head until my dad came downstairs. Dumbledore dodged
everything, of course, and sat us all down to offer me a place here.
"I suppose he used Legilimency on me because he wanted to try and see how
separated Moony and I were. When my dad asked what he saw in my mind, Dumbledore
told him that he couldn't make heads or tails of anything. Then he laughed over the fact
he'd said 'tails' in reference to my mind."
"Oh, that'll make everything so much easier!" Mia beamed, gripping his hand tightly
within her own as she made a dash for the exit, pulling him behind her. "Come on, I have
something to show you."
She dragged him down the long corridors and up the stairs, back to Gryffindor
Tower.
Remus waited in the common room while Mia slipped up to her dorm to retrieve
something. When she returned, she was holding a piece of folded parchment. Though, by
the way she touched it, it might as well have been goblin-forged gold. She nervously
extended the parchment, placing it gently in his hands.
After seeing the anxious look on her face, he decided to treat the paper delicately
as he opened it and saw first in the corner a smudged date that read: September 19th, 1998
He read the words written in an eerily familiar script, and his eyes widened in
confusion and curiosity at the story—because it could not be real—in his hands. Time
travel, Department of Mysteries, Unspeakables, and Portkeys. It was all too fanciful, but
still so specific. Sirius had been mentioned not once, but twice—apparently in danger both
times. There were words about a war, destiny, and someone named Harry.
Then, there it was right at the bottom:
Your ever devoted and obedient friend,
Remus
"This... This can't be real."
"It is," Mia confirmed.