August 24th, 1982
“My mother took me here once,” Remus says. He stands at the tip of Morte Point, the wind whipping his hair back from his face. Were he not dressed in shabby Muggle clothes, he might have the appearance of a sorcerer out of a Pre-Raphaelite painting.
“It’s cold,” Sirius murmurs. He doesn’t quite feel it, having grown used
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