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Fist up in the fiery light
Times are changing

[attr="class","textbodraven"]It was October. Liam couldn't quite stomach the thought of that. It had been well over a year since he had last seen Hogwarts, and rapidly coming up on two. A strange feeling to not see the castle in such a long time. Hogwarts was supposed to be a second home. That was what it had always been, and that was what it had grown to mean to Liam... until it wasn't. It hadn't felt right to go to school in a place he didn't even feel like he could be himself. He was the son of a muggleborn, and apparently that made all of the difference. A Potter - but not just any Potter. The son of the Boy Who Lived. Liam missed Hogwarts, but not the school he had last seen at the end of his fifth year. That school had been bleak and horrible and so far from a home that it wasn't even funny. It was the Hogwarts from before that that Liam wanted to return to. The Hogwarts of his first year, when he had sat on the stool with the Sorting Hat on his head. The Hogwarts from before Adaline and Deacon had been attacked, because in his eyes, that had been the point of no return.

Liam wanted that Hogwarts back more than anything. And he wanted off this island. Not that Mermaid Isle wasn't nice, or anything, and Liam did like spending time with his family, but he was also growing restless. He was the sort that needed to be doing things and learning things. Well, the learning part was happening, thanks to the School of Mum, as he had taken to calling it, but it was a little different when you didn't have a whole classroom of peers. Less competition, and all that. Besides, Liam was the outgoing one. The overachiever. He wanted to be prefect and play Quidditch and lead the Potions Club. But when you were isolated on an island with your family, like fugitives, there wasn't exactly all of this opportunity for leadership. And it was far from the most important thing on anyone's minds, Liam knew this, but he couldn't help but feel bitter about it. As if he had been robbed of something he had been working towards so much. And for what? His name? His mother? It wasn't right.

Honestly, at this point, Liam would have much rather been reliving the nightmare that had been the Halloween night of his fifth year than be trapped in the kind of world that took away his future because of his name. Or the kind of world that gave people futures because of their names. But he knew that patience was of the essence when it came to this matter, and returning to England was even more risky now with that virus going around, so Liam would have to learn how to cope with all of that. At the end of the day, he knew this just meant that he would have to work harder. Because there was no way he would accept the fact that this would be his life now. Most importantly, though, Liam had to keep it together for Adaline and Deacon. It wasn't some hard and fast rule, but more of an unspoken promise he had made to himself ever since they had been tortured. He was the big brother. He was supposed to be their rock. So all of his lamenting... it would have to wait for early morning chats with Mum.

The best way to go about stifling that was to keep things as mundane as possible. And with Halloween hurtling towards them at a rapid rate, Liam figured that pumpkin carving was in order. It would bring a sense of normalcy to the house, anyways. Sometimes it was hard to even tell what day it was on the island. He had set up the pumpkins on the picnic table overlooking the water, as well as all of the carving tools, and had asked Adaline to meet him there. Liam was already getting a start on designing his as he waited, but his eyes weren't quite so focused as he was scanning for his little sister. Sure enough, he noticed her approaching a little while later and he lifted a hand to wave at her with a smile on his face. "I thought we could do with some festivity around here," Liam said.

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Adeline set a cup of  tea down next to where her younger brother sat curled up with the latest of their mum's books he was obsessively pouring over. He offered her a smile and a thanks. She ruffled his hair a bit and the boy squirmed away. There was brief bit of laughter shared between them. It was nice moment. Adeline was most thankful for it. If anything good had come out of being on Mermaid Isle, it had been with Deacon. The youngest of the Potter children had always been a little bit of an outsider--first among his athletic siblings, then with the Slytherins, and then after the attack really with everyone.

Adeline had bounced back from what had been done to her, but for a long while, she was not sure that her brother would. The torture had brought a new air of darkness to the youngest Potter. Addie would not have ever admitted it, but Deacon had scared her. He was bitter and brooding--far more than he had ever been before. It was not right for someone of his age to be so jaded and bleak. But it was different when he was with their mother. He had confidence and was so much more comfortable with Hermione. Studying with her as his teacher--and his siblings as his pupils--had made him so much more the boy he had once been. He was still different than her and Liam...by quite a lot--but she was not frightened for him or of him any more. This time had healed him more than it had damaged her or Liam--the loss of social experiences that teens their age 'deserved' was felt by both of the older Potter children. 

But unlike Liam, Adeline did not want to go back to Hogwarts. The school had been a place of wonder when she had been a youngling, but now it held too many bad memories for her. The things done to her and Liam there were unspeakable...but at least their attacker had been an unstable young woman who could not really understand the consequences of her actions. The things Headmaster Flint had done to that foolish boy at the dance...that had been a grown man acting with intent and full understanding of what he was doing. It was horrific. She wanted no part of it. That was why she had put so much effort into her studies at the School of Mum. Sure, there was nothing else much to do...but she wanted to be ready for her NEWTs whenever they went back to civilization. Even though she never even got to sit for her OWLs. She wanted to be ready to start her life. Maybe if the UK was still all mucked up when she was ready to take them, she could go to the United States and sit for her exams. 

Coming out of hiding, even in a foreign country, was still dangerous, though. Adeline understood that was why they were all here...but she did not want to stay here forever. She wanted her own life--she wanted to see other people besides the Potters. Thank Merlin, she loved them like she did--and actually got along with Liam as a friend. It was not enough for forever, though. She had thought it might be...when Teddy had been here. She had started to fancy him quite a lot--but that could have easily been simply because he was the only non-biological brother in the vicinity. And while the Potters were close, they were not that kind of family. That was just gross. Yuck. She'd just have to wait for her first proper kiss until whenever they got off this pile of rocks.  

Maybe that would happen soon. She really, really hoped so...but was trying not to expect anything. Aunt An...Minister Lestrange was still in power and the Death Eaters were everywhere. Some part of her could not help but think that maybe this epidemic could make for the big changes the world needed. She just didn't know how many people were actually without magic. If enough of the Death Eaters were essentially muggles at the moment, maybe this was the time for a revolution. Adeline did not know that children had avoided infection or she would have been conspiring with Liam to go back to Hogwarts to raise up a new Dumbledore's Army to set the world back to right.

But as she was still in dark about all that--all she could do for now was hope for change...and join Liam outside. He had not told her exactly why he wanted her to come out. She'd thought they might be going flying, but she had to grin when she saw he had an assortment of pumpkins out on one of the large tables outside. Nice! She skipped over towards him, enjoying the sweater weather, and the fact that he had thought to do this. 

"I think that this a great idea." Addie flashed her older brother a genuine smile as she voiced her agreement. Carving pumpkins was a normal thing to do in October...and Merlin knew that after over a year of this fugitive life, it was important to try to remember a bit of normalcy. She appreciated the efforts that Liam put forward to help her stay sane and something like the person she had once been before they had been uprooted.

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TIMES ARE CHANGING

[attr="class","textbodraven"]Liam felt a little robbed. He had always felt that way, over the last couple of years. It was hard not to, with everything that had gone down. Hogwarts was meant to be a second home. It wasn't supposed to be the same death sentence it had been for his parents. Liam had expected to go to Hogwarts in the world that his parents had fought for. In one where he would get to have the things that pretty much everyone deserved. To go to a school where he didn't have to wonder what people were saying about his name, or his mum. Because everyone deserved that peace of mind, as far as Liam was concerned. And Hogwarts had been great--at first. But things had fallen apart so quickly in his fifth year. One moment, everything had been fine. He was prefect, and he was a Chaser on the Quidditch team, and well on his way to leading the Charms Club--and then the next moment, his muggleborn friends were getting carted off like animals. Liam's next thought had been his mother, and the whirlwind of events that had followed had landed him... here.

Despite it all, Liam still wanted to return to Hogwarts, to sit his NEWT exams properly. Not because he had any level of love for the place. Not anymore. Now, Hogwarts was just the place that had been darkened by an ancient cause. But he was still a wizard, no matter what people wanted to say about his mum, or his dad. He was as much a wizard as any of his former classmates, so Liam wanted to go back--if only to make a point that no amount of oppressing and name-calling would scare off the Potters. If only to prove that he belonged just as much as the next person, even some of his classmates that had been marked as the kids of Death Eaters back during the fire incident. As much as Liam hated the Death Eaters, he wasn't a hypocrite. He wouldn't judge his own classmates on their parents' sins. No, Liam knew he should be taking the high road and leading by example, as difficult as it was. So he wanted to go back to Hogwarts and make his statement.

But with each passing day, that seemed less and less likely. Dare he say it, it almost felt like they would be stuck on Mermaid Isle forever. Liam knew that wouldn't be the case, but it was indefinite, and not being able to put a time and a place on their departure just made it all seem very ominous and permanent. Any semblance of a normal life that Liam could grasp on to, he would. School of Mum provided some normalcy, because he could still learn things, and Liam was fairly confident that he would more than ace his NEWT exams when he did finally get to write them. And now that Halloween was slowly but surely creeping up on them, Liam was feeling a little nostalgic. Even for that one, horrible night he had forbidden Roxanne from ever mentioning ever again.

Liam easily returned Addie's grin--just the reaction he had been hoping for. "Almost feels a little normal, huh?" he asked as he picked up one of the markers on the table and positioned one of the pumpkins in front of him. "Besides, I'm starting to think Mum will run out of things to teach us if we don't give her a break," he joked with a small laugh.

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