Long Live

[John Miller]

"Long live, all the mountains we moved.
I had the time of my life... with you."

Since they had that fight in the Common Room, when Claire had desperately tried to make up her relationship with him, John had ignored her even worse than before. He had almost forgot of her entire existence, constantly pretending that they were not related at all. When he received an owl from his father announcing him that his aunt Sarah and his uncle Damian were going to join them for Christmas together with Claire and her younger brother Mark, John felt as if half of the universe had crushed in his head. He knew that Claire didn't took it well either, but he had at least not showed it off as much as him.

He was asked by his father, or more like ordered, to take Claire with him when he was going to leave Hogwards. They were supposed to arrive home together. It was like a nightmare that didn't wanted to end. After the horrible fight in between them, they were expected to act as if nothing had happened. Their families knew nothing about them being almost worst enemies at school. His father would have hated to know that. Turning your back on the wizards was bad enough, but turning your back on your family was almost a crime and John knew it. He only hoped that Claire would cover up for him. Even if she was going to help or not, he still felt as if this was going to be the worst Christmas he was ever going to have.