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A Window to the Past

"What was my father?"
"He was ... a good man. A friend like few others. Loyal, sincere, unselfish. Maybe not everyone is lucky enough to meet a friend like your father in your life. You see, Harry, do not talk like that because there is no more. I'm not a hypocrite, Harry. Your father was a lively boy and here at Hogwarts has combined the fine ' Lupin smiled. "But your father was an exceptional person. And the problems, the trouble ... well, 'he always found a solution. "
After the chat with Professor Lupin, Harry returned to the lounge to wait for Ron and Hermione, out for the trip to Hogsmeade. The afternoon was not so bad, and stay with Professor Lupin was not very different from spending some 'time with a friend. The link between his father and Professor Lupin felt the skin, and those stories, those memories of one of the best friends of his father, he warmed the breast of emotions.
But the thought of a grim fate and hostile to the mind as the flickering flames of the fire just lit. The life, until then, had something that gave away more. He had lost all the family had no relatives, a house, no memory of anything or anyone. As if someone had on him with relentless ferocity of despair, to alleviate pain and atone for sins, to release tension.
He thought that, yes, maybe from that moment on, life would have reserved only good things, it would be a crescendo. In fact, he observed, for almost three years had a place much like a home and family, had friends, loves, small great satisfaction. It could only go from strength to strength. It would be so? After all these horrors, there was really only room for joy and happiness? No, not out there somewhere there was a dangerous ... criminal and Voldemort.
gaze lingered among the crackling fire. It seemed as if the reddish flames formed a human face watching him and smiled ...
"Hey, Harry, look here!"
"Hello, Harry."
Ron and Hermione had just arrived from trip to Hogsmeade.
"This bag is all for you, man. All stuff of choice taken by Zonko, store favorite jokes from Fred and George, and now from me! You see, "
The arrival of Ron and Hermione, full of enthusiasm for the walk through the streets of the village of Hogsmeade, made him forget Harry tangles of those thoughts. Ron told Zonko and Mielanda, a candy store in the world provided the most magical.
"And there's also a nice quiet place where you can sip Butterbeer and read a good book," said Hermione instead.
When it was time to go to bed, the three friends put out the fire. As they climbed the stone stairs directly to the dorms, the strands of darkness and smoke mingled with the moonlight beams projected from the windows, to dissolve.
Harry could not fall asleep right away. In bed, under the covers, peeking through the window of the room, looked back to the words of Lupin. Imagine shooting his father, while outside, the silhouettes of Dementors, emerging from time to time covering the moonlight like huge dark shadows over the world.