"I love you Mione, you are the best sister I could ask for." Harry whispered softly as he gripped her hand back, it reminded him of when they were children and wouldn’t go anywhere without holding hands. They even shared a bed until they were nine, to scared to be apart, but their parents were patient and loving. He felt himself grinning, she was right and he knew it. It wasn’t his fault, and he wouldn’t trade his parents for the wizarding world, but just maybe, he could still have a relationship with Sirius and Remus. Before they knew it they were standing in front of the History of Magic classroom, previously their dullest subject. All second year students, from all four houses were standing outside the room waiting to be let in, Henry Potter was still standing at the front with his bragging. The door swung open and standing there was Professor Lupin.