When I was four years old, I was sent to lie with my grandparents, Anjure and Marcy, on their ranch in Texas. The first day I arrived, I was put to work. I fed the animals, cleaned out the horse stalls, milked the cows, and baled the hay. When I was six, I learned how to ride a horse. When I was seven, I entered my first rodeo, and came home a barrel-racing champion. A few days after that, I got my own horse, of whom I named Bedivere. When I was eleven, I got my letter written in emerald-green ink. My life had been pretty exciting, but it all paled in comparison to the day I met my uncle's son, Harry Potter.

Now, I said that I was sent to live with my grandparents at age four. Well, that was because Voldemort, may he rot in hell, killed my parents. Henry and Charlotte Potter were my parents. My mother was a debutant from France, and my dad was a squib, and James Potter's twin brother. They both were good friends with James' friends, the Mauraders, and when I was born; I become the daughter of all of them. When I was three, Harry was born. I got to hold him a couple times, but then that awful night came. Halloween was supposed to be a time for fun, but for me and the rest of my family, it was a time for mourning. I had lost my Aunt and Uncle, James and Lily. I thought that Harry would come live with me on the ranch, but no. He was sent to live with those filthy Muggles, Vernon and Petunia. I didn't see him again until his first year at Hogwarts, when I was in my fourth year.

From then on, Harry and I spent loads of time together, also with his friends, Hermione and Ron. We all got along famously. I made it a point to get back our lost time. But, Harry always seemed to be getting into trouble. In his first year, when he battled Voldemort for the Sorcerer's Stone, I visited him in the hospital. In his second year, when he went into the Chamber of secrets, I visited him in the hospital. And now, in his third year, he battled Dementors, and I was in the hospital, again, listening to his heroics, again, and wishing I could have been there to help him, again.

"So, Peter Pettigrew was the talker, not Sirius." I summarized all that Harry had told me. "And this whole time Peter was Scabbers." I knew my face was red with anger. I tried to calm down, but it wasn't working.

"Yeah." Harry rubbed the back of his neck.

"And where is Sirius now?"

"Safe. Away from here."

"Good. When are you getting out of here?"

"No clue."

"Well, when you get out, you need to go see Lupin."

"Why?"

"He almost killed you last night. You need to go and give him some piece of mind." I smiled gently, and swept hair out of his eyes. "For now, get some rest. The end of term feast is tomorrow, and you want to be rested up for that." I chuckled, and left him in his bed.

"How's he doing?" Fred and George were waiting for me outside the doors.

"He's good, I think. Why don't you go see for yourself?"

"What? And have him think we care? Never." Fred laughed.

"You guys are a complete mystery to me." I shook my head.

"And you've known us since our first year." George laughed.

"Yeah, I wonder when I'll get it right."

"Never." They said together.

"Whatever. To dinner?" I asked.

"Of course!" They grabbed me by the arms and carted me towards the great hall.

"What are your plans for the summer?" I asked as I was being abducted.

"Dad got us tickets for the Quiditch World Cup!" they declared happily.

"Thaty's only one day. What else have you got planned?"

"No idea." George smiled.

"You should come visit us." Fred smirked.

"Maybe. Though, I'd much rather have you come visit me."

"Oh yeah, that'll be the perfect place for us to rape you." George chuckled.

"You can't rape the willing, George." I laughed.

"And that's why we love you."

"Because I'll let you rape me?"

"No, because you let us get away with our perverted jokes."

"Though the other bit is really nice." Fred interjected.

"Right. Well, I'll see you guys after dinner." I broke away from the two as we reached the great hall, and went to join my friends at the Ravenclaw table.

"How's the boy?" Natalia, my best girlfriend, asked as I sat down.

"He's ok, I guess."

"You don't look too happy about it."

"He was attacked on school grounds, Nat! I tried all year to keep an eye on him, and the one time I turn away, he gets mauled!" I laid my head down on the table.

"You did your best."

"But my best wasn't good enough!" I whined. I was being whiny, I knew it, and I didn't care.

"So get better." A dreamy voice from behind me said.

"Huh? Oh, hi Luna." I said groggily.

"If you aren't good enough, get better." Luna repeated.

"How on earth do I do that?" I asked.

"I have no idea." She smiled and sat beside us.

"Well, some help you are." Natalia joked. "What are your plans for the summer Annie?" Natalia was the only one allowed to call me that, and I was the only one allowed to call her Nat.

"I'll do what I always do: chores, then hit the skate park." I smiled at the idea of breaking a few more bones.

"I'll never see the allure of skateboarding." Luna said.

"Well, I'll never see the allure of chasing Nargals." Natalia laughed. I hit her on the head.

"Don't poke fun, Nat." I scolded.

"We do not hit, Miss Chevalier." A slithery voice from behind me sent shivers up my spine.

"Of course not, Professor." I gave Snape my best innocent smile.

"Indeed." He flashed a brief smile, then continued on his way to the staff table.

"Di-did he just smile?" Natalia asked, flabbergasted.

"Yeah. He only ever smiles at Joanna, though." Luna answered.

"Well, she is his favorite student, other than Malfoy." Natalia mused.

"I wonder if there's some kind of connection between them." Luna thought.

"Guys, I'm still right here! Don't talk about me as if I weren't!" I crossed my arms and gave a fake pout.

"Sorry, Annie" They both smiled at me.

"You guys are such dorks." I shook my head, and took a piece of chicken from the platter in front of me. Dang, I was hungry. More hungry than usual. Wonder why that was?

After dinner, I made my way to the DADA room. I wanted to check on Lupin, see if he was feeling any better.

"Professor?" I called as I opened the door.

"Oh, hello Joanna. What's up?" His tired face smiled at me.

"I wanted to check up on you." I entered and sat down in a chair across from his desk.

"I'm flattered."

"Are you doing ok? You didn't come to dinner." I raised a concerned eyebrow.

"I'm fine, or, at least, as well as can be expected." He chuckled gently, and put a few books in a bag. I looked around the room and noticed all the boxes.

"You've been sacked?" I asked.

"No," he laughed, "you sound just like Harry. He was here not too long ago."

"Madame Pomfrey let him out already?"

"I suppose." He shrugged.

"I see. Well, if you haven't been sacked, why are you packing all your things?"

"I quit."

"Say what now?"

"In a few days letters will be arriving from concerned parents-"

"This is about your Lycanthropy?" I cut him off.

"Yes."

"That's bull crap." My face was red with anger.

"Watch your language." He chuckled.

"It shouldn't matter-"

"But it does." He put a hand up. "It's alright. I'm needed elsewhere, anyway."

"Huh? Where?" I looked confused.

"He'll be helping me out." Dumbledore's wispy voice made me jump. "Did I scare you?"

"Just a little, Sir." I laughed uneasily.

"I have a favor to ask of you."

"Sir?"

"Do you remember an organization that your mother and father belonged to before Voldemort killed then?" He asked.

"Yes." I said quietly.

"The Order-"

"Of the Phoenix." I finished.

"Do you remember what it was for?"

"To bring down Voldemort."

"You're turning 17 next term, are you not?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I'd like you to join the Order."

"Sir?"

You have a connection I would like to use."

"You mean William." It wasn't a question.

"You want Vampires to fight for the Order?"

"Yes. They would be a determining factor in the war."

"William detests war. There's no way he'd allow his people to fight."

"Perhaps you could think of some way to convince him?"

I sighed. "William is hard-headed and as stubborn as a mule.I'll try, but don't expect too much."

"To try is all I can expect from you."

"Then that's what I'll do." I looked to Lupin. "The Vampires and Werewolves are at war. What do you think of fighting alongside them?"

"It's not my war." He smiled.