The unofficial bolg of an unprofessional writer.

Remus Lupin loves photography, especially Polaroids. The idea of being able to freeze a special moment and treasure it forever makes muggle photography his favourite.

For Remus, every day is full of subtle moments worth preserving. No wonder he suddenly stops doing whatever he is doing to take out his old camera and shoot whatever he finds beautiful at the moment, no matter how ordinary it may seem: A sunset in autumn, clouds that seem to have funny shapes, sunlight filtering through the window of his cottage every morning in spring, a selfie in front of the mirror wearing his favourite cardigan, what matters the most, is not what you are looking at, but how you are looking at it.

Since you came into his life, every day has been an adventure. There was always something new to do, something new to experience, and for each of those moments, photography was the mean that helped him immortalize all those precious moments with you. Like the day you lost your first tooth, that time both of you baked biscuits and somehow ended up covered in flour and chocolate, or when Remus fell asleep on the sofa, and you couldn't help but draw a moustache on his face with a marker. All those moments that seem to not come back are kept on an album Remus reviews now and then when he can not sleep at night.

There's this particular picture he loves the most. It was taken on September the 1st, 1989, the first time you boarded the Hogwarts Express. It was a very hectic morning. The platform was full of people. Some students were catching up with their friends after a long summer, while others were trying to get on the train quickly to get an empty compartment. And finally, there were also some parents that, just like Remus, saw their children leave for the first time. The astonishment on your face let him know you were keen to get on the train. So was he, but he couldn't help to feel ambivalent about letting you go. The idea of returning to his small cottage alone depressed him.

The whistle of the train announced that the time to leave had come. Remus hugged you for the hundredth time and, with a loving smile, wished you good luck right before you left. He took out his camera, which always accompanied him in the best moments, and set out to photograph the moment you boarded the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Surprisingly, he was lucky enough to capture the exact moment you looked back one last time and waved goodbye to him with a big smile on your face.

Currently, that picture is over his nightstand beside his bed. Every time he looks at it, his mouth curves into a smile at the memory of his years in Hogwarts and all the adventures he had. Now it was your turn. And he was sure you'll eventually discover all the castle's secrets, just like he and his friends once did a long time ago.

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"Remus," you exclaimed, opening the door in a rush. "I need your help with this History of Magic assignment."

You perceived a sweet scent of freshly brewed tea when you entered the office. Remus was sitting in front of his desk, as per usual. The amount of parchment scattered on his desk and the pile next to him let you know he was grading some assignments. If it weren't for the soft music coming from his old gramophone, the only sound in the office would be the crackle of the burning wood in the fireplace.

"Can't, I'm busy." He replied without even looking away from the paper in front of him.

"Please?" you pleaded. "It's not going to take long."

"Y/N," He said as he left the quill aside and looked directly at you. "I really can't help you." Remus removed some of the parchments on his desk and set a slightly chipped china cup in front of him. He poured some tea in it and, with a gesture, he invited you to sit with him.

You sat in front of him on an empty chair, making a steeple of your fingers as you rest your elbows on the desk. "What if I told you I can give you a chocolate frog?"

"You don't have a chocolate frog." He replied incredulously, his eyes still fixed on the writing in front of him.

"Yeah, you're right..." You sighed. "I have two!" With a swift move, you took out two blue boxes from one of your robes pockets

Remus stopped writing. A couple of seconds passed before he put down his quill again and settled back in his chair. His eyes lit up when looking at the chocolate packages in your hand. He pondered his answer. Your eyebrows waggle as your mouth curved into a smile, knowing you just hit his weak spot.

In an unexpected turn of events, Lupin stared at you suspiciously and asked: "Are you blackmailing me?"

"Oh, semantics!" you said vaguely. The man in front of you lifted an eyebrow waiting for a serious answer. "I'm just trying to make a deal with you."

Remus snorted with laughter. "Why don't you ask one of your friends?"

"You are my friend." You recall. You left the chocolates on the desk, knowing that they would no longer be needed and adopted a more relaxed posture in the chair. Finally, you took the cup of tea Remus had poured for you and took a small sip.

"No, I'm your professor." Lupin corrected before taking a sip as well.

"Who can also be my friend." You added.

"No, I can't- we talked about this, remember?" Remus frowned. "The 'no special treatment for my goddaughter' thing?" He recalled.

You rolled your eyes. "Is not."

Remus once again turned his attention to the assignments he was grading. "Try the library," he suggested. "or create a study group with your friends, is fun and helpful."

"Friends?" you scoffed. "I don't have many these days. Besides, I was looking for a more professional opinion."

"What about the Weasley twins? I saw you having breakfast together this morning. You all seemed to be having a good time..., especially George." He teased.

"Are you implying something?" You asked as your cheeks turned pink.

Remus giggled at how you sipped tea in an attempt for hiding the embarrassment of your face. "Nope, not at all."

"In that case," you said, clearing your throat. "I better go. I have some research to do." You stood up, ready to leave, and took one of the chocolate frogs that you had left. You offered Remus the other one, who gratefully accepted it with a big smile.

"Good luck with all that."

"Yeah, you too." You replied before eating the chocolate and getting out.

Hours later, you were in the library. A few books were wide open across the table and an empty parchment right in front of you. You sighed in frustration, aware that you hadn't been able to finish your History of Magic essay.

"Hey, Y/N!" A pair of familiar voices greeted you in unison. Fred and George Weasley waved at you as they came closer to sit with you.

"Hello, guys." You said without much motivation.

"You missed one of our greatest pranks to Filch." Fred said.

"Yes," George added. "you should have seen his face."

"Sorry guys, I've been busy."

"We know." They said at the same time.

"You do?" You asked, returning your attention to your homework.

Both redheads lean closer to you. "We know your secret." They whispered.

"Yeah?" you asked incredulously. "Which one?"

"Professor Lupin's one." Goerge said.

Suddenly, his words sent a chill down your spine. The colour of your face drained out in seconds, and you felt your heart pounding. Remus' secret? Have they discovered Remus was a werewolf? How? Did they tell anyone else? A thousand questions formed into your head, but there were no answers. "Wha- what?" You mumbled. "Is not what you think- I-"

Fred and George shared a complicity look. "Don't you think he's a bit old for you?" Fred questioned.

You knitted your brows in confusion. "Wait, what?"

"We notice you spend a lot of time in his office." George continued.

"What- How?"

"And the way he looks at you?" Fred added.

"Guys!" you exclaimed, interrupting them. Someone somewhere in the library hushed you angrily. "What are you talking about?" you asked quietly.

"Are you dating professor Lupin?" The twins asked although it felt like an affirmation.

You tremble at the bare idea of dating Remus. "Ugh, what?" You loved him, yes, but in a Platonic way.

"I don't think he's your type." Fred interjected.

"Yeah?" you asked, raising a brow. " then who is?"

Fred giggled and looked with the corner of his eyes to his brother, who was attentively looking at you. Noticing what Fred was doing, George smacked his twin's shoulder as his whole face turned red.

"Listen, professor Lupin is my godfather, okay?" You explained. "He's like a father to me, and with everything that's going on in the papers, I find comfort with him." You sighed in relief once the twins accepted the explanation. You couldn't wait to tell Remus as he would probably laugh for days.

The twin's expression changed drastically from curiosity to surprise. They looked at each other, waiting for the other to speak first. "Why you never told us?" Fred finally asked.

"To be fair," you said. "you never asked."

"Yes, but this is not the type of information you just leave out." George argued as Fred shook his head.

"You're friends with the coolest teacher in Hogwarts!" Fred exclaimed. Again, someone hushed all of you.

You looked away from the twins to pick up your quill and focus on your assignment one more time. "Why bringing this up, anyway?"

"Oh, you know," Fred said mischievously. "just checking."

"Checking what?"

Suddenly, the red-haired boys in front of you went silent. Fred looked at George and winked at him. "Is that Ron?" he suddenly asked, looking over your shoulder. You turned around, curious at the sudden comment, but you couldn't see anyone. Fred rose from his seat and quickly walked away from the table, leaving his brother behind. "Hey, Ron! long time not seeing you."

"Oi!" someone from the table beside you barked. "I'm trying to read here."

You couldn't help but laugh after apologizing to the guy at the table next to you. You looked at George, who you noticed was still looking at you. You lowered your head to the paper you were writing on, hiding the blush on your cheeks. "So now we're two." you mutter.

The boy in front of you was drumming his fingers on the table. He seemed intent on calculating what he was about to say. "I was thinking..." he began. "Next weekend is the trip to Hogsmeade..."

"Yeah..." You looked at him with a soft smile, encouraging him to continue.

"So, I was thinking..." George scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. "Maybe...you would like to go out for a butterbeer with us...me. With me! if you're okay with it."

"I would love to." You said softly with a smile as you stroked his hand to calm him down.

"Really?" He asked incredulously. "Great!"

"But first, you have to help me with this." You said as you pointed at the pile of books and parchment in front of you.

George chuckled and nodded. "Deal."

FIN

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