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Peering down at her watch, Ellouise let out a mournful sigh. Xavier was late. She had been at the rendezvous point for almost an hour now and there was no sign of him. Ellouise pulled out a crumpled, yellowing photograph from her pocket, she peered down at the smiling faces of two children playing in the sunshine running around a big Oak tree. The little girl in the photo had shoulder length black hair and wore a blue floral dress. She barely recognised herself now. The once chubby face speckled with freckles had given way to a sleek jaw line, high cheekbones and a porcelain complexion. She smiled to herself, Xavier Black was her height though he was two years older, he wore faded denim shorts, a black tank top and a straw hat sat atop his thick black curls. The photograph had been taken eight years ago, not long before life as they knew it changed. It has been years since she’d seen him, granted they were no longer children. Ellouise was a tender age of thirteen, Xavier was now fifteen. In a normal world Ellouise would have been in her third year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, worrying about mastering spells, completing homework and the infamous end of year exams. But the world was not right, and far from normal. With the complete collapse of the Ministry of Magic, the use of magic was no longer regulated or monitored. Children were learning to perform spells, curses and hexes as early as five years of age, this was what war did to people. Ellouise had been home schooled by her mother, father and godfather. Spencer had been an Auror, trained in fighting the dark arts and evil witches and wizards, she had learnt a lot from him. Her mother had been a transfiguration teacher at Durmstrang Institute for Magical Learning. She had taught Ellouise how to change her facial features and objects but best of all Ellouise was a proficient animagus. She had the ability to transform into a grey wolf at her will, this was partly her godfather Remus Lupin’s influence. Remus Lupin was a devoted godfather they were best of friends at times, he was also a werewolf. On the night of the full moon Ellouise would keep him company in his time of distress. They would race each other up mountain sides, across valleys and through the woods, only stopping when the night sky began to fade and the Sun could be seen on the horizon. Remus Lupin hadn’t stayed with them for too long, always coming and going. He and his pregnant wife Naomi went in search of the Black’s and the Potter’s. They were all very much like family and together they would find a way to get through these hard times. It now seemed as though Remus had located the Black’s, he had sent her a patronous which had led her to an abandoned shack by the side of a river in Scotland. That was where she found the photograph nailed to a wall beside the door inside the dilapidated structure.

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