{F} our years ago.
"REMUS!" I cried out as a jumped on his bed, "It's Christmas! Merry Christmas!"
"Just five more minutes," he grumbled, pulling the covers up to cover his face.
"I'm going to open the presents without you," I warned him.
"Hm," Remus remarked as he rolled over in bed.
"I made hot chocolate..." I said in a sing-song voice.
Remus' eyes slowly opened, squinting due to the light in the room, "Chocolate?" he muttered.
"Chocolate." I confirmed with a single nod.
Remus dragged himself out of bed and scooped me up. "You're getting pretty heavy," he chuckled.
"Presents! Here we come!" I declared, raising a finger to point us to our destination.
I knew, back then, that Remus wasn't the most well off. Due to his 'special condition', he couldn't obtain a secure job. But, in our little cottage, I was happy. I tried my best to help him, and I could see it pained him to not be able to afford things for me.
We got to the small tree in the living room, and I dove straight for the presents while Remus did the same to the mug of hot chocolate.
I opened my present, and I saw that Remus had gotten me a new deck of exploding snaps and a book I've been wanting for weeks. "Thank you, Remus!" I exclaimed. I rushed to get my gift for him.
"This is for you," Attached to my gift was a handmade card. Remus eagerly opened the present, to reveal a rumpled wolf plushie. One button eye was higher than another, the legs were mismatched, and the whiskers almost falling apart.
"Do you like it? I made it myself!" I said eagerly, searching his face for approval.
Remus smiled, "I love it. Are you sure you made this on your own? It's so well-made," he said, entirely serious, "I think I'm going to keep it forever."
"Of course I did! It took a long time, too! And, I met someone when I was getting the stuff," I proudly announced, "He was pretty cool."
Remus tensed ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing. "You met a boy?"
"No, more like saw. His dad was kind of scary, though," I said while climbing into Remus' lap.
"Oh really?" Remus asked, "Why was the dad scary?"
"He just was. He had super long hair, too," I said enviously, touching my own chopped hair.
Remus chuckled, "Jealous much?"
"His hair was amazing! I have a right to be jealous!" I laughed. "So, I was wondering," I fretted nervously.
"Hm?" Remus asked while observing his Christmas present.
"Maybe- maybe this year, I could meet Harry?" I asked timidly, "I mean, he must be awfully lonely without me."
Remus sighed, "We talked about this, Lexi. Harry wants to see you, very much, but there is a time for everything."
I pouted, "It's unfair. No one I know is split up from their family. Why are we the only ones who are separated?"
Remus hugged me tightly, "You and your brother are very special—"
"Maybe, I don't want to be special! I just want to see Harry!" I pushed Remus away and ran upstairs. The only thing on my mind was that another Christmas passed by without my brother. Year after year, will I ever see him?
Through my tears and rage, I didn't hear Remus say quietly, "Me too."
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