A Marauders' Daughter

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I was waiting outside the great hall, waiting for Harry to finish his dinner. When he finally appeared with Ron, I locked my arm with his. "Ready?" I asked and he nodded grinning.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked with a frown.

"Professor Lupin, remember?" Harry looked to Ron. "I'll be back later."

"Right." Ron mumbled and walked up the stairs. I started to lead him through the corridor. When he noticed that we weren't going to the DADA classroom, he looked at me with a frown.

"Uhm, isn't the classroom that way?" He asked pointing over his shoulder.

"It is." I said but kept walking. I chuckled as I looked at him. "He's meeting us in History of Magic."

"Why-" He asked, but we were already there, and I pushed the door open. The classroom was dark and empty, and with a wave of my wand, I lit the candles. I shrugged off my robes and hopped on the desk. Harry did the same and hopped on next to me. "Where is your tie?" He asked, looking at my collar.

"I'm a disaster at tying it. I can't understand how you do it every day." I huffed. "Lupin is the one who's always tying it for me." I shook my head with a laugh. "I miss my Beauxbatons robes."

"I wouldn't mind seeing it around Hogwarts too." Harry said cheekily. I gasped as I slapped his arm. I never heard him openly say something like that, something flirty. It took me by surprise and couldn't help the laughter that escaped.

"Something funny?" My uncle's voice came from the door. I stopped laughing, wiping a tear away as I saw him haul a case in the room and placed it on Professor Binn's desk.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"Another Boggart." He said as he shrugged off his coat. "I've been combing the castle ever since Tuesday, and very luckily, I found this one. It's the nearest we get to a dementor." He explained. "The Boggart will turn into a dementor when he sees you, so we'll be able to practice on him. I can store him in my office when we're not using him, there is a cupboard under my desk he'll like."

"Okay." Harry said slowly. And I nudged him with a grin.

"So." Remus said as he took out his wand and gestured for Harry to do the same. We both jumped off from the desk. Harry took out his wand from his back pocket and I slide over to Remus. "The spell I'm going to try and teach you, Harry, is very advanced magic. Well beyond OWL-level. It's called the Patronus charm.

"How does it work?" Harry asked nervously, as his grip on his wand tightened.

"Well, when it works correctly, it conjures up a Patronus. Which is kind of Anti-dementor – a guardian which acts as a shield between you and the dementor. The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the dementor feeds on – hope, happiness, the desire to survive. But I must warn you, Harry, that the charm might be too advanced for you. Many qualified wizards have difficulty with it."

"What does a Patronus look like?" Harry asked curiously.

"Each one is unique to the wizard who conjures it."

"What's yours?" He asked Remus.

"A wolf."

He then turned to me. "And yours? I heard you could cast one, but since I was unconscious, I haven't seen it."

"An artic wolf."

"Both a wolf?" He looked between me and Remus with surprised and raised brows.

"Yeah, but different ones." Remus winked at me.