A/N Okay so I'm a horrible person. I recieved these chapters forever ago, but due to finishing a school year and then lots of traveling during the beginning of summer and multiple camps and other things, have not had the chance to upload the chapters, or even write new ones. Yes, I am aware that these are a bunch of excuses, and I should've had these up months ago, here I am. I promise that within the next week or two, I will have a chapter or two written, and will begin to post new chapters as soon as I can. Seeing as I don't have a beta, and wanted to get these chapters up, all the old chapters I have have not been re-read for grammar errors and what-not, but I will go through and do that as soon as I have all the chapters up, and at least one new one written. I would like to thank floatsodelicately for giving me this story, and I promise, I will not lag behind on it anymore. Without further ado, here it is.

Chapter 1
"If you're still alive, my regrets are few" - Help I'm Alive – Metric

It was the summer of 1977 and the day after the full moon. Remus Lupin was walking through the corridors at Hogwarts, having just been released from the hospital wing after recovering from his transformation. He had reached the portrait of the fat lady, which led to the Gryffindor Tower, when he heard a voice. He carried on towards the main doors of the castle, thinking that it was probably one of the teachers since there would be no other students around during the holidays. He had permission from Professor Dumbledore to spend his transformation night in the forbidden forest and as always, Madame Pomphrey had helped him recover from that night, neither of them had mentioned any other students being in the castle.

'Are they singing?' Remus paused for a moment and concentrated on the voice. 'They are singing.'

He didn't recognise the voice and highly doubted that it would be Professor McGonagall that was singing in her office. Checking his watch, he noted that he had time to spare before he had to meet his friends at the Three Broomsticks as they had arranged before, and he decided to investigate.

It was normally James or Sirius that did the detective work, they found something suspicious and then snooped around until they discovered all of the sordid or, more often, mundane reasons behind it. He followed the sound of the voice down the corridor; he had been led to an empty portrait that had been left ajar. He nudged the canvas open a tiny bit more and peered inside the room.

He could hear the voice more clearly now, but still couldn't see who it belonged to. Looking around at the room, he could see that it resembled the Gryffindor common room, though on a smaller scale. There were doors that he assumed led to a bathroom and bedroom and a couple of others that he couldn't guess what was behind. He was interrupted from his speculations as the door that he had guessed led to a bedroom opened and a young woman stepped out. He pulled the canvas closer to him so as to remain hidden and looked at her.

She had long brown hair, curly and bordering on bushy. He couldn't see her face as she was still turned away from him. She was wearing black jeans, not the flared style that he recognised as in fashion with other girls, mainly muggleborns since many witches weren't familiar with muggle fashions, but the clean-cut style suited her. On top she wore what looked like a homemade knitted jumper that looked like it was made for someone much bigger than her as she had the sleeves bunched up and the bottom hem of it landed mid-thigh. The largeness of the jumper did nothing to hide how thin she looked. In her arms she carried a small ginger kitten, a fluffy, squashed-nosed thing that looked very disgruntled at being serenaded as it was.

"It's got mountains, it's got rivers, It's got sights to give you shivers, But it sure would be prettier with-"

Remus watched as she twirled and skipped around the small, cosy common room, singing to the grumpy little kitten. He wasn't paying attention to anything else and so was shocked when the portrait's resident returned to the canvas and shrieked at him.

"Excuse me! Young man! What do you think you are doing?!"

Remus was startled by the outburst and tripped over his own feet, causing the portrait to open wider and as he looked up, he looked straight into the eyes of the mysterious girl. She stared at him and he stared back. Remus scrambled to his feet and searched for something to say.
"I'm sorry…I'm erm…oh dear…erm. I'm Remus…Your cat is cute. What? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…I'll be going now."

And with that he left, leaving the girl and the ginger cat staring at the open entrance to their room in astonished silence.

Remus entered the Three Broomsticks looking flushed and distracted. He took a seat at his normal table and waited for the rest of his group.

'Your cat is cute? What kind of-?'

Remus' thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of his butterbeer as Sirius slammed the bottles down onto the table and slid into the seat beside him.

"Alright Moony?"

"Yes. I'm fine. I think. Yes, I'm fine."

James sat in the seat opposite him and looked at him over his glasses, "You sure mate? You seem a bit…off. Was last night ok, Sirius didn't mention anything going wrong in the forest?"

"No no, last night was fine," Remus scratched at the label on his bottle, "Do you know if anyone's staying at the castle?"

Sirius' brow furrowed, "No, don't think so. Even most of the professors go home for the summer. Old Dumbles sticks around though, why?"

"There was someone there, I've never seen her before-"

Sirius grinned and leaned forward in his seat, "A her, eh? Tell me more."

James groaned amusedly, "Come on Pads, give it a rest!"

Sirius ignored him, "What's her name? What does she look like? Is she young? She's not the new Defence professor is she because I-"

Remus gave a short laugh, "Honestly Sirius, I don't know. I fell into her room and then blathered on about her cat and then ran off to get here."

James and Sirius were quiet for a moment as they thought of their friend, who was always composed, making a fool of himself before they burst into fits of laughter. Peter entered the pub and made his way over to their table.

"What's going on?" he asked as he sat down beside James.

Sirius tried to answer but couldn't breathe properly, James had better luck, "Our good ol' pal Moony just embarrassed himself in front of a pretty lady…" he said, smirking at Remus.

"I didn't, I just…yes I did. Shut up." Remus took a swig of his drink and looked out of the window and up to the castle as he thought of the chocolate brown eyes that he had locked onto earlier.