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When you told the other three Marauders of your Patronus, none of them made a comment on the fact that yours was exactly the same as Sirius’. Well, not verbally at least. Remus and James shared a glance, but no-one spoke about it. That was undoubtedly thanks to the simple fact that they didn’t know what it meant, they just found it remarkable.

Not long after sharing the news with them – and them starting to look for a nickname for you – you went to see professor Merrythought. After all, he had been the reason any of you had managed to cast one in the first place. It was a Tuesday when you decided to talk to him. You had him the second period, right before noon. When everyone went down to the Great Hall to eat, you stayed behind to talk to him.

“Professor?” you started, approaching his desk.

“Ah, miss (l/n), I was wondering when I was going to hear from you. I take it this is about your Patronus?” he said, looking up from the stack of essays on his desk.

“Yes professor, I finally managed” you stated proudly.

“Congratulations!” he said with a big smile. “Mind showing me?”

“No, not at all” you said, whipping out your wand. You turned to face the classroom and focussed on that evening at the lake, and spoke the incantation. The big beautiful dog appeared out the tip of your wand and landed in front of you, tail waggling happily.

“What a beautiful Patronus!” professor Merrythought said, and you couldn’t help but notice the resemblance between his expression and that of the dog.

“Thank you” you said with a grin. “A friend of mine helped me out, I couldn’t have done it without him.”

He nodded in approval. Before you even registered it, you heard yourself ask: “Professor, what does it mean when two people have the same Patronus?”

Seeing his look of surprise, you added: “I mean, does it even mean anything? Just, y’know, out of interest.”

With a knowing smile (that slightly creeped you out, might I add,) he said: “People who share a more profound bond* often have the same Patronus, or at least a resembling one. Do understand, this is not just a bond between best friends. We’re speaking of a deep, true love here.”

(*AN: yeah that’s a Supernatural reference deal with it)

“W-wait, true love?” you said with a frown, making him chuckle. Your Patronus disappeared as well.

“Yes, true love. It sounds cliché, but love is strong. In some cases, it is so strong that it connects the joy of life of two people. It then only makes sense that people with such a bond share a Patronus. This can vary from a parent and a child to lovers, or perhaps a very strong friendship. Of course, there is a chance that coincidence is at hand, but that is not a very likely option.”

“Huh” came your intelligent reply. Sure, you considered Sirius to be a close friend, but you didn’t love him. At least not like that. “Thank you professor. I’m going to the Great Hall now, y’know, to eat.”

“Mind if I walk with you?” he asked.

“No, not a problem” you said, and walked out of the classroom.

“Who is this friend who helped you, if I may know?” he asked once you were walking through the deserted corridor.

“Sirius Black” you replied, not seeing a problem telling him.

“He seems a nice boy, and a good friend too” he commented with a small smirk.

You shrugged. “He really is. Why do you ask?”

“It seems highly unlikely that a friend helped you with your Patronus, and only a minute later you ask what it means when people have the same-“

“Whoa, whoa, what are you implying here?” you interrupted him.

“Nothing you didn’t just confirm with your reaction.” The grin on his face became even bigger. “You share your Patronus with mister Black, it’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

“I- wha- I didn’t- I never said that!”

“But it is the truth. So tell me; now that you know the truth about what that simple fact means, will you tell him?”

“No, of course not” you frowned. “He told me I was his happy memory, that I was a good friend to him, one of the first he’s ever had. Him saying that made me happy in turn, and he became my happy memory too. That’s a strong friendship, nothing more. And he knows that already.”

“Well then, I guess I can only tell you this: hold on to that friendship. Dark days are coming, miss (l/n), and you’ll need friends to keep the light on.”

“Thanks, I guess” you said as you arrived in the Great Hall.

“It was my pleasure” he replied, “and thank you for showing me your Patronus. It was a privilege to watch.” With that, he left to the teachers’ table, leaving you in the doorway.

You made your way to your table, not paying attention to your surroundings, while thinking ‘What the Hell just happened?’

~ Time skip, presented by the Red Wedding. THE NORTH REMEMBERS ~

The Christmas holidays couldn’t come soon enough after that. With longing you looked forward to seeing your father again, and when the time finally came, you wasted no time in sprinting off the train and into his arms. The other ones followed quickly behind, for their parents were all standing in the same group. Except for Sirius’ of course, they were nowhere to be seen- oh wait, there they were: far away in the distance stood Sirius’ mother to pick up Regulus. Sirius himself was nowhere to be seen either, but then in the literal way. He was hiding beneath James’ cloak.

Why, do you ask?

It was for one simple reason: Sirius’ parents thought he would be spending his holidays at Hogwarts. Therefore, he could not let them (or Regulus) see him. Because in reality, he would be spending his time at the Potters’. Brilliant.

Speaking of Potter…

“Mister Ollivander?” James spoke up, “I was wondering if (y/n) could spend a couple of days at my place this holiday. Peter and Remus are coming over too, and it wouldn’t be the same without her. Sirius might be coming over too, but we still have to arrange that” he quickly lied at the end.

“Seems all right” your father smiled. “We’ll arrange the details later. Until then, (y/n), say bye to your friends, I have a delivery this evening I wouldn’t want to miss.”

“Thanks dad” you smiled, hugged your friends, and left them behind as you left the platform. Making your way home, you spoke to your father about the things you had learned already. It wasn’t long until you had made your way into the Leaky Cauldron and into Diagon Alley. It was already dark when you reached the shop, and Hoodini was sitting impatiently in his cage.

“All right, come out then” you sighed, and the words hadn’t even left your mouth when he opened his cage, flew out, and landed on your shoulder. “You’re brilliant” you praised him as you walked inside, and he nibbled your ear affectionately.

You went upstairs to drop your stuff, and when you looked out of the window, you saw someone approaching the shop. Only a second later you heard the bell downstairs, signalling that there was a customer, followed by voices.

“(Y/n), can you come down please?” your dad’s voice called out.

“Coming!”

Arriving downstairs, you came face to face with a sight you’d never expected to see. A man, about twenty five years old, standing next to your father with a big smile and a bow on his head (the kind you get on a present).

“SURPRISE!!” he yelled, ran forward and gave you a big hug.

“Dad” you replied out of breath, “what’s going on?”

“Yeah dad, what’s going on?” he said, casually leaning against you.

Wait.

What?

“Gallagher, stop teasing her” your father sighed with a smile. Next, he turned to you. “(Y/n), meet Gallagher, my son.”

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“I HAVE A BROTHER??” you exclaimed.

“Of course you do” Gallagher said, “Whose room do you think you’re sleeping in? Well, former room, since I moved out.”

It was only then that you remembered Ollivander saying something about the room belonging to his son when you had met him. “Oh yeah, right, forgot about that” you muttered looking up at him. It was so strange, suddenly having a brother. “Sooo, nice to meet you?” you grinned sheepishly.

“Nice to meet you too” he grinned back. He looked ridiculous with that bow on his head, but you still noticed the features he shared with your dad. His eyes were exactly the same, as were their lips, though you had never seen those of your father making the smirk you were watching now. “So, my name is Gallagher, I’m twenty seven, I was a Ravenclaw – though not nearly as clever as you’d expect – and I’m an Auror. Oh, and my favourite colour is blue.”

“Noted” you grinned back. “My name’s (y/n), I’m a Gryffindor – though not as stupid as you’d expect, except when it comes to potions – and my favourite colour is (f/c).”

“Noted” he smirked, still leaning on your shoulder.

“What have I done…” your father muttered, making you both laugh.

“So, how come we meet only just now?” you asked.

“I’ve been gone for about four months this summer, for work. Dad and I figured it would be better for us to meet in person, not in a letter. So here I am! Merry Christmas! A bit soon, I know, but…”

“It’s perfect” you grinned and gave him a hug he happily returned.

You two spent the entire evening in your room, talking about your lives. You found out a lot about him and your father, for example that Mrs Ollivander had died twelve years ago. Not lingering too long on the subject, he said: “I love what you did to my room.”

You laughed, seeing that you had done absolutely nothing with it, save the few books you had put on the shelves. “Yeah, well, I like it this way. And the view is great.”

“It is, isn’t it” he sighed, memories clear in his eyes.

“Where do you live now?” you asked.

“I have a small apartment In London, I could take you there some time if you’d like.”

“I’d love that.”

“Gallagher, (y/n)” sounded from downstairs, “dinner’s ready!”

“FOOD” you both exclaimed, and bolted downstairs.

Ah yes, your brother was fun.