“Sent owls off ter all yer
parents’ old school friends, askin’ for photos…knew yeh didn’ have any…d’yeh
like it?” – Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
The owl rapped at the glass windowpane with its beak, a
roll of parchment nestled against its leg. The man walked over from the
kitchen table, setting his steaming cup by the window. He opened the window,
the owl flapping inside as he set an owl treat from the table on the sill. He
pulled the parchment from owl’s leg as it nibbled at the owl treat, picking up
his cup as he turned to the table, opening the parchment. He brushed the loose
belt of his faded brown bathrobe from the chair, detangling it from the chair’s
He sipped at his cup, the medium sized brown owl giving out
a small hoot as the owl toddled about the sill. He looked down at the
parchment, a thick black scrawl spread over the page.
It’s been a while since we
last saw one another, but was hoping you could do me a bit of a favor. It’s
Harry Potter’s first year here at Hogwarts, and I was figuring to put a photo
album together for him. I was hoping you could donate some pictures of James
and Lily for him. – Rubeus Hagrid
P.S. – The owl can wait for pictures, if you’ve any to
Remus read the letter
again before turning away. He pursed his lips, blinking furiously, as set his
cup down on the table. He turned towards his den, walking out of the kitchen
into the other room. The tall standalone cabinet centered in back corner was
lit up by the rising morning sun, the polished metal knobs and handles making
small marks of light amongst the wood finish. He came to the cabinet, casting
a shadow as he opened up the two large central doors of the cabinet, four
shelves within stacked with papers and boxes and various trinkets. He reached
into the upper shelf, pulling out a book-sized box. He closed the cabinet and
brought the box into the kitchen, the owl was still nipping at the treat in
between hops about the sill.
“I’ll be sending you
off soon with a parcel, it shouldn’t be very long now,” Remus said in the
general direction of the owl. Remus slid a chair out from the table, sitting
down. He opened the box, a stack of photos sliding out into his hand. He set
the box to the side, taking a moment to straighten the photos in his hands.
Focusing on the stack of photos, he brought them closer until he clearly saw
the first picture.
A newborn baby and a
redheaded woman were in this picture, their green eyes shining out of the
photo, as a trim, dark haired man joined them in their pose, smiling and
laughing. The baby waved its small hand. He flicked the picture to the back of
the pile, the second picture having the baby crawling on a blanket in the
middle of a park. A black dog passed right behind him, walking off the edge of
the picture. Remus stared at the photo, a young man with dark hair and a wide
smile crawled onto the blanket with Harry from where the dog had just exited.
The pictures he went through quickly, setting a few aside on occasion without
much hesitation. The last photo, a wide-angle shot of the couple with their
child, as well as the dark haired man and two other men, was kept in the pile.
Remus placed the pile back into the box, closing the box shut. He reached into
a robe pocket by his waist to pick his wand out, tapping the box and wrapping
it up in dark brown paper in an instant.
The owl had finished
its treat, pecking at a few last bits as Remus came over to the window. Remus
took a pen from the table next to the window, quickly writing his name and
Hagrid’s name upon the package. The owl stood still for a moment, allowing
Remus to place the parcel next to its leg. With a flick of his wand, Remus
conjured bindings to secure the package to the owl’s leg. The owl gave a small
hoot as it took off into the sky, Remus closing the window as the owl flew out
of Remus’s vision. He walked back to the table, picking up the pictures he had
kept from the box.
The top picture was of
the dark haired man, smiling widely, his arm wrapped around the shoulders of
the taller of the two other men in the group shot. They were both grinning, as
the smaller man crept into the shot from one side and the child’s father snuck
onto the other side of the shot. Soon all four were crushed together, laughing
and stumbling all over one another.
Remus walked back over
to the cabinet, looking at the picture. He knelt down and opened the bottom
drawer, placing the pictures in the back left corner under some documents. He
slid the drawer back into place and returned to the kitchen.