It was Remus’ first day as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. The moment he stepped into the familiar classroom, a wave of nostalgia washed over him. The castle hadn’t changed a bit since his teenage years—same tall, arched windows, same worn desks, even the same scattered trinkets tucked in corners, gathering dust and memories.

Later that evening, he sat at the high table in the Great Hall, sharing dinner with the other professors. The room brimmed with life—students chattering, laughter echoing off the stone walls, silverware chiming softly against plates. It was all so comfortably familiar… until he noticed one empty chair at the high table. He tilted his head slightly. Someone missing?

Before he could ponder further, the towering doors creaked open.

And in walked a figure that made Remus freeze, his fork hovering mid-air, forgotten.

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A friend he had met on the Hogwarts Express long ago—one of his dearest. Someone he hadn’t seen since their Hogwarts days, someone he never expected to see again after they graduated.

And now, they were striding straight toward the high table.

Could it be? Were they a professor too?