The Punk and the Werewolf

A/N: Hey Guys! This only one of my first times writing fan fiction, but I have a good idea of where this story will go. The first chapters are short but they do get longer after the first couple. I would really appreciate your reviews and constructive criticism. Thanks and I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters, with the exception of Jan belong to JKR, not me.

Jan Lawrence let out an exhausted sigh. This was going to be awkward. She was seventeen, and last summer her Dad up and decided to move to Britain. A new school, new friends (if she made any at all), and a new house. He could write a book, One Hundred and One Ways to Make Your Already Misfit Daughter an Even Bigger Misfit. He loved to make everything had for her. Yeah, this was going to be hard alright. She put her owl Ramone, onto her cart and bolted through the wall, and onto the platform of the Hogwarts Express.

Remus Lupin looked up to see a girl he had never seen before. It was all he could do not to let out a crazy little gasp. She was decidedly the craziest yet most amazing looking person he had ever seen. The tips of her short pink hair was colored an extremely contrasting black and she wore black framed glasses over eyes that were a dazzling violet streaked with blue. Her left eyebrow was pierced twice, and her lower lip once. Her long neck was encircled in a spiked dog collar that looked more than a little dangerous. She wore a black cloak with several patches bearing the names of both wizard and muggle rock bands. She wore a black t-shirt with The Ramones across it, over the top of a mans dress shirt. Her feet were clad in knee-high lace up boots and she had a red plaid skirt on. She was beautiful in some sort of zany way.

An uncomfortable look crossed the girls face, but then see seemed to gather her courage. "Umm…you guys don't think I could share a compartment with you. This is the last one with some semblance of space left in it," she asked in a voice that expected the answer to be a no. Remus noticed instantly that she didn't have a British accent, she must be someone new.

Before he could even think Remus found himself nodding and inviting her in before James, Peter, or Sirius could even say a word. There was a few moments of very awkward silence after she sat down. Everyone was a little shell-shocked. Hogwarts had never gotten a new student before…let alone one as colorful as her.

Sirius was the first to break the silence with his, as usually, calm cool voice. "So who are you exactly?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm new, and a little intimidated to say the least. My names Jan, I'm from Montreal, so that's why I don't have the accent thing going." She managed a weak smile, then became very interested in the toes of her boots again.

'Wow," James exclaimed, "Your from Montreal? So do you speak French? What's the Wizarding Community over there like?"

Feeling just slightly bombarded, and already nervous Jan began to answer, "Oui, je parle Français, and Montreal has a very large wizarding community. Actually, I had to move here because my father is an Auror. They need more overseas right now so they sent him over." By now Jan was feeling a little better, and what did she care, no one ever liked her before, why was this any different. So why the hell were there butterflies in her stomach? Maybe it was because of the strange boy with the shocking amber eyes and the golden hair sitting next to her, but that was dumb. He looked brainy and smart…too good to associate with the likes of her.

Soon enough Jan didn't feel so different. She was talking about Quidditch animatedly with Sirius and James. And the beautiful, golden haired boy slipped in with a comment every once in a while. She decided she liked the sound of his voice, calm and soothing. He was so different from her, but maybe that's why she was drawn to him…he was nothing like her.

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