Around noon on Boxing Day, there was a knock on the door.

 “Marigold, would you get the door, please,” Sirius said.

 “Of course,” Marigold, who was wearing the cat necklace she received for Christmas, got up to open the door.

 A big smile spread across Marigold’s face when she saw the young man who was standing outside.

 “Lorenzo? What are you doing here?”

 “I came here to see how you all are doing,” he replied. “Happy Christmas.”

 “Happy Christmas,” Andromeda smiled. “Please come in, although Teddy is not home; he’s spending Christmas with Victoire’s family.”

 “Actually, Sirius invited me over here,” Lorenzo replied.

 “Sirius?” Andromeda turned to her cousin.

 Sirius smiled back at her with a smug look on his face.

* * *

 Marigold invited Lorenzo upstairs and showed him her bedroom, which was decorated with the Gryffindor banner and Quidditch posters. But what caught Lorenzo’s eye was the bookshelf full of books, mainly about the Wizarding Wars and the people who participated in them.

 “I never knew you had this many books on Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter.”

 “They’re the heroes of the history of the wizarding world, after all,” Marigold replied. “I would give anything to be like them.”

 “Maybe you can defeat Delphini and become the next Harry.”

 “I wish. But I’m not the Chosen One.” she sighed. “I would be Marigold Lupin-Black, the Unchosen One.”

 “Marigold,” Lorenzo turned around. “Do you really think that Harry defeated Voldemort because he was chosen?”

 “Well, there was the prophecy about a boy born at the end of July,” she replied. “And Voldemort chose Harry to fulfil the prophecy when he killed James and Lily.”

 “Harry defeated Voldemort, not because of Voldemort’s choice, but his own,” Lorenzo said, sitting down next to Marigold and looking into her bright blue eyes.

 “And you don’t need Delphini or any prophecy to choose you as long as you choose yourself. Your destiny lies within no one else’s choices but your own. As long as you have the desire to prove yourself and leave a mark in the world, you can become a true hero.”

 Marigold looked at Lorenzo admiringly.

 “That sounds exactly like what Dumbledore would say,” she said. “How are you so wise? You’re only a few years older than me.”

 “My grandfather was just like you; he wished for nothing but to prove himself,” Lorenzo replied. “He lived at a time when others were full of prejudice against people like him.

 “That’s awful,” Marigold said. “Why did they treat him like that?”

 “Because his parents immigrated from Italy, which was ruled by Mussolini: a dictator and an enemy of the United Kingdom,” he said. “But other British people told my grandpa that he had no place in this country, that he didn’t belong.”

 Luckily, no one has ever told Marigold that she didn’t belong in the wizarding world, but there were those like Alyssa Parkinson and Delphini who made her feel as though those like her father and David had no place in the wizarding world.

 “But he joined World War II to fight with the other British people, only because he knew it was the right thing to do. He showed them all that they were wrong about him.”

 “Your grandfather was such a great man,” Marigold said, starry-eyed.

 “You remind me of him in a lot of ways,” Lorenzo said. “And I know that you can set your mind to become the next hero of the wizarding world just by doing what you believe is right. I believe in you.”

 Marigold smiled at him with gratitude. Lorenzo smiled back at her.