Chapter 2

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Remus Lupin tumbled his way towards the city, tired. He had a new scratch across his eye, close to blinding him, that was bright red against his skin. When he reached the house, he knocked on the door weakly. Maddy answered the door, smiling broadly before noticing the gruesome scar across his face. She didn't question it, which shocked Remus as Maddy questioned everything, and just held his hand and gently led him to the living room. Remus had caught sight of the time, 8 o'clock, and was about to comment on how they could miss the train when Maddy gestured for him to sit on the couch. Remus obeyed, and Maddy signed, Stay here, before running off, and returning moments later with her grandfather in toe, some ointment for the scar in his hand. "I'm fine." Remus insisted, as his father and daughter worked to clean the scratches and scars across his face and limbs. 

That's a lie, Maddy signed. Ointment flew in all directions. Besides, you'll have to look somewhat decent for your first day of work. She stopped signing, and smiled kindly at her father. Remus couldn't argue with that logic. "Listen to your daughter, Remus. Take a nap before you leave for the train. I'll cook for Maddy, and make you sandwiches for the train." Remus was too tired to protest, and the last thing he saw was Maddy signing, Peanut butter for me!, before he fell asleep.

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"We're going to miss the train if you keep dotting on me, Dad!" Remus told a fussing Lyall Lupin, who didn't seem to care that his son was in his thirties with a daughter, as he accompanied them to the train station. "We'll be alright. I'm a teacher, not a student. Come on, Maddy, we don't want to miss the train." He waved to his father as he helped Maddy and himself get their trunks onto the train. He went to the backmost compartment, and Maddy followed, a skip in her step. He put their trunks in the overhead, and sat down with a sigh. Maddy sat down too, but didn't seem too keen on calming down, instead taking in the details and sounds of the train. She had to be one of the youngest children ever on the train. She was so caught in thought that she hadn't noticed her father calling her name countless times, "Have you gone deaf now too, Maddy?" He joked, which finally caught her attention.

No, Dad. I was just thinking. You should go to sleep now, today's a big day. She insisted. She found a blanket she had packed in her day bag, and put it on her father. No if, ands, or buts. Go to sleep. Good night, Dad. Glaring at her father every time he went to open his mouth, Remus finally relented and closed his eyes, and was fast asleep before the train began to move.

Maddy looked at the roof of the compartment out of boredom, surprised to see engravings. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs were here: 1977 was the words etched on the wall. She briefly wondered who they were, before remembering that her father had a few objects at home inscribed with Moony. He had told her that was her nickname in school. Her father never mentioned his school friends, and she made note to interrogate him on it later.

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"Oh. Is there space in this compartment?" A girl probably five years older than Maddy stood at the door, two boys peering over her shoulder. The girl had brown hair that was naturally bushy. Her eyes were a deep brown, that seemed to be scrutinizing the young girl. She smiled warmly at her, despite her gaze, and her front teeth were slightly buck. The boy on her left had the most vibrant red hair Maddy had ever seen, his eyes were a startling blue, that held a look of confusion, and his skin was covered with freckles, almost giving his pale skin a tanned look. Almost. The boy to her left Maddy immediately knew was Harry Potter. He was exactly how the books she read described him. He had emerald green eyes contrasted greatly to her own eyes of a different hue on the green spectrum. His hair was jet black, but most significantly, under it was a lightning bolt shaped scar. Maddy looked at him in awe before turning and nodding at the girl. There is room

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