Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or the stories that J.K. Rowling created. I do however own my OC, Silvia Lupin, Remus' niece (and his brother who is fictional as well) FYI: story is based on the books, not the movies. Please R&R and Enjoy.

Another 'Moony' Generation

Based on the Order of the Phoenix

Chapter 1

A Decision of Wits

Silence. It wandered throughout the night as the moon shown full with its brilliant, lunar rays. The neighborhood was quiet, but it was eerie and disturbing within the darkness. Suddenly a howl was heard within the night, giving a spine-chilling echo throughout the neighborhood. A hideous creature stalked through the shadows, approaching a darkened house. There was a scream a horrific, terrible scream! Then everything blackened…

The next day came and went, as silent as the grave some may say. The sun set quickly under the horizon, allowing the night to overlap the light with blinding darkness. The moon rose within the starry sky although the light on its face was slowly deteriorating. Suddenly, there was fierce banging at the door of a darkened home far from civilization. After a few moments of the continuous ruckus, a light illuminated the front room with a shadow of a man passing it swiftly.

The door opened fiercely, showing a weary man behind it. Remus Lupin stood behind the door, prepared to yell out at the scoundrels who were disturbing his sleep. He was exhausted for the previous night was a transformation night, the night of a full moon. Fortunately for him, he had his inventory of Wolfsbane Potion with him, making him harmless and controllable of his actions as a werewolf. His eyes were weary with exhaustion as he stared down at the guests at his door.

"Will you get out of here you unforgivable-" he began but he ceased from saying anymore. His eyes widened with anxiety as he spotted a familiar sight. His brother.

"Markus," he greeted with astonishment. He hasn't seen him since after Hogwarts when he was leaving to live into the wizarding world, where people would actually accept him into society. Markus stood before him with a bundle in his hands. Remus looked at his brother with curiosity and anxiety.

"What are you-?" Remus began to question.

"You don't mind letting your old brother in do you?" Markus asked wearily. He looked exhausted and positively beaten up from whatever he's been through. Remus let his older brother in, locking the door behind him anxiously.

"Markus what are you doing here?" he asked, wanting to know what was going on.

"It's like hell out there," Markus replied. He placed the large bundle that was covered in a silver blanket onto the couch.

"Why? What on earth happened to you?" Remus asked.

"There was another…creature, like that dog that bit you some time ago when mom and dad were still alive," Markus replied. "It approached my house yesterday. Cynthia and I ran away from that fiend, but it just went after us like a dog running for red meat. And then she fell behind. That hellhound got to her, and I was too late to get him away from her. I finally was able of getting him off her but it was too late."

"Who? Who did he get?" Remus questioned with worry. Markus pointed over at the couch where a lifeless bundle laid. Remus looked at his brother with a troubled look. He approached the wrapped up bundle slowly, then uncovered the blanket. He gasped in horror. It was his ten-year old niece that lay motionless on the couch.

"Silvia," Remus whispered in horror. He moved the blanket just a bit further, noticing a deep gash on the poor girl's arm. "She was bitten."

Suddenly, there was the sound of sobs coming from the other end of the room. Remus averted his eyes from his niece towards his horrified older brother. He started to see how much his brother had changed in the past decade. His hair used to be long and healthy black, his eyes a brilliant shade of dark blue, his structure used to be fit and civilized. Now his appearance seemed to have been catching up with his age. His hair was still dark but becoming concealed with strands of gray, while his illuminating eyes were fading from their brilliant youthful shine. His face was being drawn with wrinkles along his eyes and mouth.

Markus looked up from his head in his hands, his eyes watery with fear and sorrow. Remus stayed with his niece but stared at his brother with concern for his safety amongst the incident. He too was bleeding from his arms and chest. He looked at his younger brother with pain in his eyes.

"Remus," he called out weakly. With his cry, Remus immediately went up to his older brother in aid. Markus held his brother's hand tightly in his grip.

"You're bleeding, you must have caring for," Remus informed anxiously.

"Don't worry about me Remus," Markus pleaded. "Just help my daughter."

Remus looked at his brother with puzzlement.

"Silvia?" he questioned with uncertainty. Markus nodded. "Markus I already have enough trouble fighting my own battles of this curse."

"I trust your guidance," Markus commented.

"Markus. I…I-I can't," Remus begged.

"Remus!" Markus exclaimed anxiously. Remus stopped his begging and looked at his brother with reassurance. "You are the only one that can save her from this. You're the only one…who can take care of her."

Markus' breathing was becoming heavy with exhaustion as if he was suffering intense pain.
"Please let me help you," Remus begged as he grabbed one of his flasks of potions in a wooden chest on his living room table. He came back to his brother anxiously, about to pour the concoction to heal him from his wounds, but a hand ceased him from doing so. Remus stared at his brother with concern and worry washing over him.

"No, I'm fine," Markus informed anxiously.

"I promise I know what I'm doing," Remus informed him, trying to confront his brother's stubbornness.

"No please, I'll just go to the hospital in town," Markus protested.

"You'll never make it without severely damaging your wounds," Remus explained. "Just drink some of this before you head off I beg you."

"Not unless you promise to take care of her," Markus shot back determined not to give up on his offer. Remus looked at his brother now becoming stubborn himself. He already had enough to deal with on his own accord; having two victims with the same burden would be unbearable.

"Please. This is the only thing I ever asked of you Remus. You are the only one I can trust," Markus begged. "Cynthia and I can't take on this curse if we know nothing of your struggles.

"Besides," he continued. "We cannot bring her into the muggle world in which we live in. There is already a hellhound roaming around the towns. We don't want the muggles suspecting that it is our daughter roaming around the streets on a full moon."

Remus glanced back over at Silvia with anxiety, sighing with defeat.

"All right, I'll keep her here with me," he accepted the deal. With that Markus sighed in relief, smiling weakly.

"Thank you," he said grateful for his brother's aid. After a few moments, he stood from his place on the patched up chair, and headed towards his daughter who lay there resting on the couch silent.

He rubbed her platinum blonde hair from her eyes, feeling his eyes water painfully. He kissed his daughter on the forehead, whispering his love to her and bidding her farewell, as she remained unconscious from a deep sleep. He turned, looking again at Remus and smiling weakly. Remus stood from his place approaching his older brother.

"Keep in touch Remus. Cynthia and I will give you word as soon as we return home safely," Markus informed. He hugged his brother comfortingly. "Take care of my daughter."

"I will don't you worry about her," Remus comforted backing away from their brotherly embrace and staring into his brother's eyes. He stood there as Markus made his way to the door and departed from the room, leaving Remus alone within his own household. For Remus and Silvia, it was only just the beginning…

Five years later…

"Silvia?" a voice called out into the boundaries of her dreams. "Silvia?"

The girl gasped in surprise as her dreams were disturbed her calling. Remus stood over her as she awoke from her reckless slumber. She looked over at her uncle with reassurance.

"What is it Remus?" she questioned with alertness.

"Come, we need to leave now. Now get your trunk with your things and let's get moving," Remus demanded in a whisper. Silvia nodded in understanding as her uncle departed from her room, leaving her in the darkness.

Silvia Lupin was going into her fifth year at Wizarding School. Although she was more like home schooled. Since her uncle left Hogwarts two years ago by his own accord, (after only attaining in one year of teaching there), he was capable of teaching her the basics and allowing her to use his used books from years ago. She had never actually been brought up in the school environment, even if it was just for the wizarding world. This year however would be different, but she didn't know it yet.

"Come on Silvia," he called out, from the other room. She grabbed her trunk with her clothes already within it and rushed out of the room. She had grown quite tall, and thinner over the past five years. Her hair grew darker, into almost a shade of dark black. Her eyes although were bright silvery blue. Remus always mentioned how much she looked like her parents (but I guess just about everyone gets that compliment).

Through her uncle's guidance, she learned her techniques of magic properly and her werewolf traits of control by something as simple as the doses to about the complication of ingredients that were required within the Wolfsbane Potion. It was a struggle the first couple times and hard to get used to, especially at a young age, but somehow some way her stubborn uncle managed to make her drink the concoction on the days of the full moon.

Apparently whatever her uncle was anxious for was something extremely important. She rushed out of the house with Remus as he grabbed two broomsticks from a hidden compartment in the closet and headed out the door. Remus made sure that her luggage would follow behind them without actually putting that much weight upon the broom.

"Locomotor Trunk," Remus enchanted, allowing her trunk to float above the ground effortlessly. With that they were ready to proceed into whatever urgency they were needed in. Remus kicked off from the ground while upon his broom, waiting for Silvia. She hesitated but then finally kicked off, holding on for dear life. She hated flying, she could never get used to the technique of flying in mid-air.

With one more adjustment, Remus confirmed a spell of the Disillusionment Charm to disappear from any muggle's sight. Within a flash, they were off into the town, dodging passed shining buildings and moving traffic. Finally they slowed their speed, approaching a house hidden the apartments of muggles. They approached the area of Number 12 Grimmauld Place although the house was nowhere to be seen at the moment.

Remus extinguished every light on the block until there was nothing but pitch-black darkness. Within seconds a house began to emerge from the tight space of number 11 and 13 of the neighborhood. Silvia watched in astonishment as her uncle pushed her along across the empty streets and into the house that was protruding out of from the small empty gap of the apartments.

"Hurry now," Remus commanded, his hand at her back as her trunk remained following in the air behind her, while her broom in her hand. He tapped on the door, which was attached to a peeling, shabby house that looked like it would clasp any second just by touching it. Suddenly, sounds of clicking and unlocking metal was heard from behind the door, causing the door swing open with a haunting creak following it as it was released of it's secured state.

Remus pushed his niece inside gently for guidance, giving her permission to proceed inside the fortress.

"Wait here for a moment as I close the door. Oh and don't touch anything," Remus begged as he turned around, relocking the door from behind him. As he finished his achievement of relocking this strange house, he guided her down the hall into a kitchen where voices were being overheard within the next couple steps. They made their way down the hall and into the kitchen where a various amount of people were gathered discussing their plans amongst one another.

Lupin stood behind his niece, as she remained silent with the broom in her hand and the trunk still floating behind them. He cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. The whole gathering of people, supposedly close friends Silvia assumed, looked up from their busy talk, staring up at their presence.

"Hello everyone," Remus greeted with a small smile that only lasted for a second; Silvia felt a slight bit of tension rising within her.

"Remus! How good it is to see you," Mrs. Weasley announced with a cheerful smile, moving away from her busy cooking for the whole family plus the whole gathering of people that stayed in the house. She approached them as the others stared at them with surprise.

"And who is this lovely girl?" she questioned her hands folding in front of her.

"Oh I'm sorry, this is my niece Silvia," Remus introduced, his hands over Silvia's shoulders as if to comfort.

"Silvia, what a pretty name. Well good to see you dear, I'm Molly or Mrs. Weasley," she introduced grabbing Silvia's hand into hers in comfort. "That's my husband Arthur and my children are upstairs in their rooms. But I suppose I could introduce them later. Do you think that we should show the room to her now Remus?"

"That sounds like a brilliant idea. Is that all right with you Silvia?" Remus asked politely.

"Sure," Silvia replied trying to smile.

"Good, now follow me deary, I'll show you your room and then we can introduce you to the rest of the group," Mrs. Weasley explained, grabbing Silvia by the hand and leading her up the creaking steps her trunk following her from behind. They went up towards the second floor of the home, approaching towards an open room.

"Here you go dear. You could sleep with my daughter and Hermione in here. You don't mind sharing a room do you?" Mrs. Weasley asked politely.

"No," Silvia informed plainly.

"Good, now you could put your trunk right here and your broom too dear," Mrs. Weasley continued, assisting the girl of her things then smiled cheerfully. "You'll see the children later when the meeting begins but right now I want you to introduce you to the Order."

"Order?" Silvia questioned unknowingly.

"Yes dear, that's what we're called: The Order of the Phoenix. But you mustn't tell anyone of it otherwise," Mrs. Weasley warned as she guided her down the stairs and back to the kitchen where the others remained since their departure. As they returned to the kitchen, Remus approached her with a smile on his face.

"Silvia, I like you to meet my good friend Sirius," Remus informed, grabbing her shoulders while leading her from behind to the famous Sirius Black. He had long, black messy hair with ragged black clothing that hung about his person. His skin pale from being incapable of leaving his home to the outside world for days at a time; he gave a cheerful smile as the girl approached him nervously.

"Glad to finally meet you Silvia. Remus has told me all about you from time to time," Sirius informed with a smile. Silvia smiled nervously, shaking his hand that was held out to her. "Well she definitely looks like you Remus, but considering your stories she could be the next Moony of your family."

Remus just laughed humorously, recalling his nickname from all the way back to his Hogwarts days as a child.

"We'll see Padfoot. We'll see," Remus commented a smile on his face.

"Well Silvia, welcome to the House of Black," Sirius added his smile remaining. "Soon enough you'll get to see my godson Harry. I bet he'll be happy to meet you."

"Thank you," Silvia thanked, respecting his kindness.

"By the way Sirius, are the others ready to get Harry?" Remus questioned while he rested his hands against his niece's shoulders from behind.

"Yes actually, they were waiting for you to arrive," Sirius replied.

"Fine let's get to it then," Remus suggested. "All right all of you let's shove off!"

With that in mind the members of the order (with the exception of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley along with Sirius who remained at the house with the children), were off and grabbing their brooms, ready to head out. Remus looked at his niece for a few moments.

"You have to stay here with Mrs. Weasley and the others until I get back understand?" Remus explained.

"Be careful," Silvia commented as she hugged him good-bye and watched as he and the rest of the members of the Order headed out of the house with great speed. Mrs. Weasley approached her once again with a cheerful smile.

"Sweetie, perhaps you want to stay upstairs and meet the children while Remus is out and about getting Harry," Mrs. Weasley suggested grabbing her hand once again and leading her upstairs onto the second floor on the door to the right. It was closed slightly although the sound of anxious whispering came from inside the room.

Mrs. Weasley knocked on the door before entering then opened the door. Ron and Hermione were sitting on one of the beds within the room, ceasing their discussion, their eyes directing towards Mrs. Weasley and Silvia as they entered into the room.

"Sorry dears but we have a new guest in our midst. This is Silvia, she's Professor Lupin's niece. Do you mind if she stays with you until Harry comes?" Mrs. Weasley questioned in her polite way.

"Sure no problem," Hermione replied without hesitation.

"Good, have fun dear," Mrs. Weasley encouraged to Silvia as she departed from the room leaving the girl alone with them.

Silvia stood there…they have no idea what they're getting themselves into.