Friend is a Four Letter Word.

[Carsyn Brothers]

Carsyn's hands were concealed inside of the small black jacket covering her torso as she allowed the end-of-summer air to move her hair back slowly as she walked. She was on a little path in a place not too close to her normal abode of Hogwarts and the young woman was mighty happy about it. This had been a place she'd been looking to visit for the last several years now, and had finally made it here. Of course, beforehand when she'd wanted to come here so badly, she was a student and didn't really have the ability to make it here. Now that she was a professor and could come and go as she pleased, she made a point to make this trip. And yes, before the term even started! Maybe it was better that way, because she could learn more about some of the things she would be teaching this term. Yes, Carsyn was a history buff, and yes she was also the professor of History of Magic at Hogwarts.

Carsyn allowed herself to take in the warm air through her nose as she made her way down a small pathway, with cottages lining either side. She knew that any of them could have been the previous birth place of Godric Gryffindor or the previous home to the famous Albus Dumbledore. The thought excited her, to tell the truth, but she kept moving forward, knowing exactly where she planned to go. The little path began to curve to the left and she smiled when she came upon the small square that she knew was the heart of the wonderful village she'd studied so much about. Godric's Hollow was a very sentimental place. Carsyn had been born here just before moving to Surrey and she had wished all her life when she learned of the History of the wizarding world that they had remained here. She figured that one day she might start a family here in the village, but that would be in the future.

Carsyn quickly started to cross the square, keeping her head looking at the ground the whole time. Her eyes watched just in front of her before she took every step. To be honest, despite the fact that she had wanted to see the memorial in the middle of the square so badly, she didn’t want to see it quite yet. She wasn’t ready for that. Not at all. She wanted to see these graves first, and it seemed that they were drawing her in. She wouldn’t be surprised in the least if someone’s skeleton reached out and pulled her under. She would surely be honored to be pulled under with someone so historically significant as any of the people buried here. None-the-less that would be pretty disgusting and if it ever decided to spit her back out because she would probably ask it entirely too many questions.

Her eyes reverted over to the graves as she finally reached forward to unlatch the gate and push it open. She closed it behind her and began to stroll past the graves. There were withered flowers by some and others didn’t look like they’d been touched or even looked at in years. Some you could tell were looked at almost everyday because there were prints of feet in front of the grave. She sighed, thinking of people mourning over their loved ones and gave a small smile down at some of the graves she spotted. One of the first was the grave of Kendra & Ariana Dumbledore. She remembered reading up on Dumbledore and all of the trouble with his sister and mother, even after they had moved here. She knew that Dumbledore, though he hadn’t lived here all his life, was a very important part of this village. She stared at the grave and the small quote under it Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also She had read over that many times in history books as well, and had basically had it memorized.

The next few graves weren’t that important to her, despite the fact that they belonged to inventors or other people she knew were at least partially important to the wizarding community. She recognized names from students she had gone to school with. Most of the lines seemed to die out or had stopped, leaving room for the next couple of generations to fill in their proper graves when it was time for them to pass on as well. Carsyn couldn’t help but take a double take as she came upon the one grave she’d been more than excited to see. It wasn’t exactly a grave, more like a white tomb, similar to the one she’d seen pictures of in the Trophy Room at Hogwarts, which she knew Albus Dumbledore was buried in. It was that of Lily and James Potter and under it the quote read The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. Carsyn knew that this was true of the two Potters, because they had saved their boy in order to destroy death for him.

She shook her head a little bit as she noticed withered flowers in front of the grave. She figured Harry visited, but knew that he wouldn’t visit often. He had his own wife and family now to take care of, she figured, and it couldn’t be easy to get around to visiting a grave all the time. A small smile crossed her face as she hummed the song What A Sight (by Matchbook Romance!) That her father always used to hum when doing something that he enjoyed, or when looking at his beautiful daughter attempting to fall asleep.

Carsyn adjusted her jacket another time and let her hands fall back into the pockets as she continued humming. She walked through some of the graves again, and then finally fell back on the Potters. She knew that this would end up being her favorite part of the trip. Her mind had always been filled with thoughts and fan-girlish whims about the Potters, especially Harry. Carsyn had centered most of her history learning on The Boy Who Lived, but since she had respect for the fact that her own students needed to learn everything she could fit into ten lessons, including a review, final, and an introduction lesson, she could only spend one lesson on the boy. The same smug smile crossed the young woman’s face as she stared intently at the quote in front of her. It seemed like she was trying to embed the sight in her mind.

[[Natalie. (:]]

[Natalie Amelia Summers]

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YOU CHOOSE TO HOLD ON
IT'S THE ONE THING THAT I'VE KNOWN
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