It was Christmas time shortly the deaths of Lily and James as well as Marlene and Peter. You had just finished calling Remus, the only remaining friend you trusted as Sirius was in Azkaban for selling out James and Lily.

Mary MacDonald, another one of your best friends from school, had just recently obliviated herself so she could forget it all. You knew she wouldn’t remember you, but you still decided to call her anyways to wish her a happy Christmas.

“Hello?” Mary asks as she answers the phone.*